Picking up the Pieces. Caroline Anderson

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      ‘Nick? You’ll be careful, won’t you? He could wreak havoc with your career.’

      Nick laughed softly. ‘That overgrown puffball? My career’s more solid than that, Cassie. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash. I’ve got friends in high places, too. The difference is, I don’t choose to use them. Now, about tonight.’

      She blinked. ‘Tonight?’

      ‘Yes — tonight. How about a quiet supper in a bistro somewhere? Nothing wild — I’m still tired after the weekend. I think I’ve done a week’s work in three days.’

      ‘Then are you sure you want to — ?’

      ‘Yes — absolutely certain. I’ve missed you.’

      She laughed, a little self-consciously. ‘I’ve missed you, too. Silly, isn’t it? I hardly know you — how can I miss you?’

      His smile was tender and very dear. ‘I’m glad you do. What time?’

      ‘Seven?’

      He nodded. ‘I should be finished by then. I’ve got a clinic with Miles Richardson this afternoon, to ease me in, but that should be over by six at the latest.’

      ‘He’s very prompt — a bit of a stuffy old boy, but he’s a dear, really, and very good. Actually you remind me of him a bit when you’re operating — you’re very alike to work with.’

      ‘You mean you sidle up to him like that and rub yourself against him?’

      She flushed. ‘Certainly not — and I don’t do that with you, either!’

      He chuckled. ‘No, of course not,’ he teased. He was practically sitting on her foot, so she lifted it slightly and kicked him ever so gently on the back of the thigh.

      ‘Ouch.’ He grabbed her foot, and before she could wriggle away he slipped off her shoe and tickled her mercilessly.

      She shrieked, just as Mary-Jo came and dropped down into the chair beside her.

      ‘Having fun, children?’

      He released her reluctantly, his fingers sliding over the top of her foot with a very different touch, and smiled at Mary-Jo.

      ‘Hi. Thanks for your help over the weekend.’

      ‘My pleasure. Trevor’s an idle waste of space, isn’t he? I wonder when he’ll get his comeuppance.’

      Nick smiled enigmatically and stood up. ‘Let’s just wait and see, shall we? Seven, Cassie?’

      ‘Fine.’

      They watched him walk away, and Cassie shook her head. ‘I have a bad feeling about him and Trevor, Mary-Jo.’

      ‘You do? Me, too. He’s got a hell of a temper under that placid, easygoing exterior, I fancy. Witness the way he ripped into you the first night, without any warning.’

      Cassie flushed scarlet and busied herself with the dregs of her coffee. ‘I was miles away.’

      ‘Mmm — down his trousers.’

      She flushed again, even more hotly.

      ‘Mary-Jo, you’re disgusting.’

      ‘No — just honest. Hey, I’m just jealous. You two have obviously hit it off really well. Another date tonight?’

      ‘Another?’

      Mary-Jo shrugged and grinned. ‘He turned up in Theatre at three on Sunday morning in a DJ, for God’s sake. Of course the guy had been somewhere. His eyes were wild and he was as crabby as an ousted tom-cat — you didn’t need a degree in psychology to know where he was coming from! Anyway,’ she shrugged again, ‘I asked him.’

      Cassie groaned, and Mary-Jo laughed.

      ‘Hey, it’s OK, kid, I was subtle.’

      Cassie laughed out loud. ‘You? Subtle? That’ll be the day.’ She stirred the chilly dregs in her cup again. ‘So … what did he say?’

      ‘He said he’d kill Trevor when he caught up with him — something about permanently disrupting the man’s sex life.’

      Despite herself, Cassie chuckled. ‘I wonder how?’

      Mary-Jo gave an evil grin. ‘I dunno — he had a scalpel in his hand at the time. I volunteered to help.’

      Cassie laughed again. ‘Get in the queue! I have a vested interest!’

      Mary-Jo shot her a keen look. ‘So, things could get pretty serious with you two, then?’

      Cassie lifted her shoulders slightly. ‘I don’t know. Maybe. We’ll see.’

      Her friend studied her face for a second, and then a broad smile broke out over her features and she nodded slowly. ‘At last. Well, good on you, kid. It’s about time.’

      ‘Right, that about wraps that up.’ Miles Richardson shut the last file and leant back in the chair, steepling his fingers and studying Nick openly.

      ‘How’s it going so far?’

      He nodded slowly. ‘Fine. No problems.’

      ‘Trevor?’

      Nick looked away and chose his words carefully. ‘I get the feeling he’s not going to be the most cooperative colleague.’

      Miles snorted. ‘Jumped-up little toad — he’s a lousy surgeon, a rotten diagnostician and a manipulative snake in the grass. Still, we lose him in three weeks or so — off to A and E to wreak havoc. He’s on general practice rotation, thank God. Think you can cope that long?’

      ‘If I see this little of him, I would say it’ll be a breeze.’

      They exchanged an understanding smile, and Miles stood up.

      ‘Belinda rang — said would I like to ask you over for supper. Nothing special, just pot luck, but you’re more than welcome.’

      Nick hesitated. ‘Er — thank you, that would have been very nice, but I have actually made other arrangements.’

      ‘Cassie Blake?’

      He exhaled sharply, then laughed. ‘Yes — how did you guess?’

      Miles winked. ‘Tom-toms. Can’t keep a secret at St Augustine’s. Bring her along, if you like — or would that cramp your style?’

      He debated turning the invitation down, but the man was his boss, and he had already got off on the wrong foot with one of the department. Anyway, Cassie had said she liked him …

      ‘Not at all. Thank you, I will bring her, if you’re sure your wife won’t mind —’

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