The Socialite's Secret. Carol Marinelli

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       CHAPTER TWO

      CALM, PROFESSIONAL AND DETACHED.

      That was how Luke had intended to be with Scarlet as he updated her on her mother’s condition. The entire walk from the staffroom, right the way to his office, Luke had been telling himself that he was more than capable of being just that.

      Luke had learnt a long time ago to push emotions aside—with patients and their relatives, with his own relatives too.

      He had just never quite mastered objectivity when Scarlet was around.

      It was something he knew he had better start working on.

      Just not today.

      Now the very last thing Scarlet needed was calm, professional and detached, but more to the point the impact of actually seeing her again meant that Luke could be none of those things.

      Just yet.

      As he pulled her into his arms, the embrace was as necessary for Luke as it was for Scarlet. There was so much anger and pain inside both of them. Their traumatic past was perhaps insurmountable but he dealt with the present now.

      She was here. Not by the method he would have preferred—Luke had hoped Scarlet would contact him before she’d left for America today—but, yes, she was here, and so Luke held her in his arms and smelt again her hair, fighting not to kiss her salty tears away.

      How messed up was that? Luke thought to himself.

      He’d had a few months to prepare for the possibility of seeing her again. Since Anya’s UK tour had been announced late last year, the thought that their paths might cross had been constantly on his mind. Since Anya and her entourage had touched down in England he had been wondering if Scarlet would call, if their history meant as much to Scarlet as it did to him. And, since seven this morning, when the news had broken that Anya was in an ambulance, being blue-lighted towards the Royal, he had dealt with the knowledge that he’d face Scarlet today.

      Every preconceived response to her that he’d had crumbled.

      Yes, there was an awful lot that needed to be discussed but Luke knew that Anya wasn’t the only vulnerable, critical casualty that had been bought into his department today. Scarlet was another and, at a very personal level, he cared about her so very much more. Luke didn’t want to let her go because, when he did so, back to her world Scarlet would return and so Luke took another moment to hold her.

      Scarlet held him too.

      She didn’t just lean on him, she had slipped her hands into his jacket and wrapped her arms around his solid waist and just breathed in the delicious scent of him. Tangy, musky, male. It was a scent that she had yearned for and never forgotten and one that had been made familiar again now.

      How could it be that he felt the same to her hands?

      After all that had gone on, how, on this day, could Luke’s arms be the ones that were holding her up?

      As she was in England she had hoped that they might meet, but she had expected harsh, accusing words to be hurled at her. Words that he had every right to deliver, but instead of that he held her and made the horrible world go away for a moment.

      As she had sat in the staffroom, waiting for news, Scarlet had blocked out the sounds of the people around her. Vince had been trying to speak with her, telling her what to say, insisting that her version of events wasn’t quite correct. Her mother’s manager, Sonia, had demanded to know where Scarlet had got to yesterday and why she hadn’t been there to see her mother go on stage.

      None of them knew about the row she’d had with her mother in the early hours and Scarlet had sat revisiting that as she’d done the best to block everyone else out.

      And then in the midst of the madness she had heard the calm deepness of Luke’s voice.

      Her frantic heart seemed to have stopped beating for a second.

      Oh, she had known that Luke was a doctor but she hadn’t known he worked in London. When they had met he had been here for an interview but had been unsure if he’d take the job.

      It had never entered her head that Luke might be here in the hospital and be the doctor fighting to save her mother’s life.

      Yet he was.

      When Scarlet had looked up she had felt the very same jolt that had run through her the night he had walked into the club and their worlds had changed for ever.

      He’d been wearing a suit that night and he was wearing one now.

      It was the little things she noticed and remembered.

      The other stuff was way too insurmountable for now.

      And, as Luke had the first night they had met, when she clung to him he pulled back.

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