Italian Doctor, No Strings Attached. Kate Hardy

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      And neither would their relationship.

      She would’ve climbed off his lap, except his arms were still wrapped tightly round her. She frowned. ‘Marco?’ Wasn’t this the bit where he was supposed to walk out?

      He kissed her lightly again. ‘This doesn’t change anything between us, Sydney.’

      ‘Doesn’t it?’

      ‘No.’

      She couldn’t quite take it in. It had changed everything between her and Craig. Changed all their plans. Especially when they’d seen the genetic counsellor. Craig had panicked that the baby would inherit her condition; the counsellor had said that they could go for IVF and screen the embryo before implantation to make sure the baby hadn’t inherited the chromosomal problem. Or there were other options: adoption, fostering. They could still have a family.

      But Craig had stopped touching her after that day. Not just because of the risk of an accidental pregnancy: he’d called Sydney selfish for wanting a baby at all, because the chances were that her condition would worsen during pregnancy. The way he saw it, he’d be left carrying the burden of childcare and looking after her, too.

      His voice echoed in her head. You’re so selfish. You haven’t thought how it would affect me—how it would affect our baby. All you can think about is your need for a child.

      A child they’d both wanted. Or so she’d thought at the time.

      She’d tried talking to him about adoption, but by then he’d looked things up on the internet, seen the worst-case scenarios and panicked. How do you know the tumours won’t turn malignant and you’ll die? And then how am I going to be able to work and look after a child?

      He’d countered every argument she had. And then he’d moved into the spare bedroom, saying that he couldn’t bear the sight of her arm. It had taken Sydney a long, long time to realise that it wasn’t just because her skin was ugly enough to disgust him: for Craig, too, it was a physical reminder of their situation, and he simply hadn’t been able to cope with it. And although she hadn’t been too surprised when he’d moved out, she’d been shocked to hear his news only a matter of weeks later. News that felt as if someone had reached inside her, gripped her heart in an iron fist and ripped it out of her.

      And she would never put herself in a position where someone could hurt her like that again.

      ‘Sydney.’ Marco’s voice was soft. ‘I take it that it did make a difference to someone else?’

      She didn’t want to talk about Craig. Not now. ‘What makes you say that?’

      ‘Because the sparkle’s gone from your eyes. As if you’re remembering something painful. Something someone said to you, something someone did, maybe. I’m not going to pry.’ He kissed her lightly. ‘But I’d like to see that sparkle back. The sparkle that was there last night when I kissed you, and tonight when we walked out of the cinema.’

      A sparkle that had been there because, for those brief moments, she’d forgotten who and what she was.

      Marco was being kind. But she was going to have to face the truth, and there was only one way to do that. Head on. She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it down over her arm to reveal the large patch of skin covered with tiny nodules.

      This was the bit where he’d walk away.

      Marco could see it in her face: she was expecting him to be disgusted. To walk away. To fail the challenge.

      So his guess had been right. Someone had hurt her badly. And Marco guessed that it went deeper than just that patch of skin. The man had clearly made her feel worthless as well as ugly.

      ‘That’s it?’ he asked.

      ‘Yes.’

      Her eyes were a little over-bright, and he guessed that she was reliving past memories. And yet it was only a small part of her. Something that didn’t bother him.

      Gently, he reached out and stroked her skin. ‘Does it hurt if I do this?’

      ‘No.’ Though her lower lip wobbled slightly, as if she was biting back the tears.

      ‘Good. What about this?’ He touched his mouth to the area where the nodules were.

      ‘No.’ Her voice was shaky, and he glanced up to discover that a single tear had spilled over her lashes and was rolling down her face.

      ‘Ah, tesoro. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just wanted to show you that …’ He shook his head. ‘That this doesn’t matter. It’s surface. Moles, skin tags, birth marks, port wine stains—they’re all common enough.’

      She said nothing, but he’d seen the flicker of past pain in her expression. Whatever the guy had said to her, it had really hurt her. And it was about more than just her appearance, he’d guess. He would’ve liked to shake the guy, break his nose—except that wouldn’t solve anything or make Sydney feel better.

      He tried again. ‘Nobody’s perfect. Even a newborn baby often has milk spots or stork marks.’

      ‘But not like this. It’s ugly.’

      That definitely didn’t sound like the confident, bright doctor he knew from work; those were someone else’s words. Her ex had clearly chipped away at her self-belief. ‘Actually, no—it’s just part of you. Just like a port wine stain would be.’ And anyone who cared about her would accept it, not make a big deal out of it the way her ex obviously had.

      He brushed his mouth against hers, and gently helped her back into her shirt. ‘Just so you know, I’m not covering your arm up because I don’t want to look at you or touch you—because I do want to look at you, Sydney. I do want to touch you. I’m covering you up for one reason only, and that’s because right now I can see that you’re uncomfortable with your skin being bared. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to be relaxed with me.’

      She swallowed hard. ‘I’m sorry. I’m being wet.’

      ‘No. I’ve clearly brought some bad memories back to you, and I’m sorry for that.’ He stroked her face. ‘I’d guess that the person you should’ve been able to rely on let you down—and I’d guess it was when you were at your most vulnerable, say when you first found out that you had NF2.’

      ‘Something like that,’ she admitted. ‘Though not when I first found out. Later.’

      ‘I’m sorry he wasn’t the man you deserved. But it’s his loss, not yours.’ Marco felt his lip curl in disgust. ‘There’s more to you than just your skin and your NF2, and beauty’s much more than skin-deep.’ He tightened his arms round her. ‘Non tutti i mali vengono per nuocere.’

      ‘I don’t speak Italian,’ she said, ‘so you’ve lost me there.’

      ‘Every cloud has a silver lining,’ he translated. ‘We’re both free. So there’s no reason why we can’t see where this takes us.’

      ‘And this …’ she gestured to her arm, though he guessed that really she meant the whole condition ‘… really СКАЧАТЬ