The Fatherhood Affair. Emma Darcy

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      ‘I like your touch,’ she said.

      His face broke into a smile. His lips gave it a rueful twist but his eyes simmered with a warm approval that seemed to zing right into her heart. There was something very special about this man.

      ‘Are you some kind of therapist?’ she asked.

      He looked at her helplessly, seemed to come to some decision. ‘I’m your lover,’ he explained. There was a blaze of determination in his eyes, as though he wanted to sear that claim indelibly on her mind.

      Natalie stared at him in consternation. How could she mislay a memory of that magnitude? What was she doing with a lover anyway? Then she recollected she was in an intensive care unit. Only family was allowed there. Had he lied to get in? If so, who had sent him? And why?

      She looked sharply at the doctor who still stood at the foot of the bed. Did he accept this man as her lover? He didn’t look suspicious. He seemed to have adopted the role of interested spectator. Natalie decided to get some facts straight.

      ‘Where is my mother?’ she demanded.

      The doctor gestured to the man called Damien. Natalie swung her gaze back to him, her eyes sharply watchful as she waited for answers.

      ‘Your mother’s in Noosa, Natalie.’

      ‘Did the ambulance take me to Brisbane?’

      ‘No. You’re in Sydney.’

      ‘What for?’

      ‘Do you remember what happened to you?’

      ‘I had a fall in the gym. Tried a double somersault over the vault.’ She frowned, not quite sure she had that right. ‘Maybe it was a triple.’

      ‘You’ve been floating in and out of consciousness for two days, Natalie.’

      She’d lost two days of her life. No wonder they were dripping something into her arm! She couldn’t comprehend why they had flown her to Sydney.

      ‘Can I go home now?’ she asked.

      ‘If you tried to stand up you’d probably fall over. Try sitting up.’

      Natalie tried and gave up without a struggle. It was easier to lie still.

      ‘You had an accident. Your memory will come back. So will your strength.’ Damien fondled her hand, pressing reassurance. ‘It will simply take a little time.’

      She had a very uneasy feeling about those statements. ‘What’s wrong with my memory?’

      ‘What happened in the gym must have occurred years ago, Natalie. You’re here because you were knocked over by a car.’

      Years ago?

      Her mind whirled. That couldn’t be right. She stared at him, looking for some waver in his steadfast gaze. There was none. The grey eyes had more than caring concern in them. They poured a message straight into her bewildered mind. I’m here for you. I’ll look after you. I’m the rock for you to lean on.

      ‘How old am I?’ she asked, feeling that he knew. She should know, too.

      ‘Twenty-eight,’ he said without hesitation.

      He squeezed her hand hard—or did she squeeze his? Twelve years lost! She had been sixteen when she had taken that fall in the gym. What had she done with her life since then? She remembered her ambition to become an artist, as well as a great gymnast. She suspected she hadn’t been much good at either.

      ‘What kind of work do I do?’ she asked, feeling an urgent need to fill in the gaps.

      ‘You’re very creative. You do graphic design on a computer. At the present moment, you’ve signed a contract to illustrate a children’s book.’

      ‘I must be good at it, then,’ she said in surprise.

      ‘Your work is stunning.’

      The admiration in his voice gave her a deep sense of pleasure.

      ‘Keep telling her everything that will prompt recall,’ the doctor encouraged. ‘The patient is doing fine. I’ll leave you to it.’ He gave Natalie a smile, Damien a man-to-man nod, and made a brisk departure.

      The doctor’s confidence was comforting. Natalie did her best to relax. She rolled the name ‘Damien’ around in her mind, trying to find echoes of it to patch together into a meaningful picture.

      Nothing.

      Yet his hand and eyes said she belonged with him, and the feeling he evoked in her suggested the same thing. She looked at him wonderingly. She was twenty-eight. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. What precisely was their connection?

      ‘How long have you been my lover?’

      His eyes were unflinching, steely, unrelenting. ‘Many years. But in all that time we never made love physically.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘You were married.’

      Another shock! ‘Who was I married to?’

      ‘A man named Brett. Brett Hayes.’

      His eyes were searching hers.

      She looked away, disconcerted at not remembering. How could she possibly forget a husband? And a lover! She glanced down at her left hand. No rings. The hospital staff might have taken them off. She stared at her ring finger. The golden tan of her skin was unbroken by a pale band. She couldn’t have worn her wedding-rings.

      ‘Am I divorced?’

      ‘No. Widowed.’

      She felt a glimmering of memory...something coming back...something important. Her heart filled with a rush of maternal love and pride. She swung her gaze to Damien, feeling a sense of triumph. ‘I have a son. A beautiful boy.’

      He nodded gravely. ‘His name was Ryan.’

      ‘Where is he now?’ she cried eagerly. ‘Why isn’t he here?’

      It was Damien’s turn to be discomfited. He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, transmitting his healing warmth and a deep caring. Then he looked at her with a sad compassion that chilled the warmth. ‘I’m sorry, Natalie. There was another accident a year ago. Ryan was...killed.’

      As soon as he said it, she knew it was true. The happiness drained out of her heart, leaving an aching, senseless void. Her beautiful boy was gone. Like the years he had occupied in her life.

      Damien must have seen or felt her distress. ‘That’s why you want to have another child,’ he said, the intensity in his voice drawing her attention back to him.

      ‘Do I?’ she asked listlessly.

      ‘Yes. СКАЧАТЬ