A Christmas Kiss With Her Ex-Army Doc / Second Chance With The Surgeon. Tina Beckett

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      Shimmering green eyes looked into his, and she opened her mouth as if to say something before shaking her head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We were both kids.”

      Yes, they had been. He paused, then decided to ask a pivotal question. “Are we good?”

      “Of course.” Her chin went up, and she pulled away. “Shall we go?”

      Once outside his sister’s room, which was no longer in the maternity ward for the safety of the other new mothers, they donned surgical caps and gloves once again. Ava was sitting up in bed, a pillow pressed over her stomach, probably to ease the pain of the incision. She looked pale and drawn, but she smiled when she saw them. “Did you get to see her?”

      “We did. She’s beautiful.”

      “I didn’t get to hold her. Or even get a good look at her.”

      Hollee smiled. “Well it’s a good thing I snapped a couple of pictures then, isn’t it?”

      “You did?”

      Ava said what he’d just thought. He hadn’t noticed her taking pictures.

      “Of course.” She took her phone out of one of her pockets and punched a few buttons and then held it for Ava to see.

      “Holy Moly! I did that?”

      “You did indeed, honey.” Hollee started to touch her, before thinking better of it.

      Ava looked up at him. “Being an uncle suits you. You should see your face.”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Come look.”

      He wasn’t sure he wanted to, but to say no was bound to make both of them wonder why. So he went around to the other side of Holly and glanced at the images as she scrolled through them.

      Hell. He looked like he was in love. Well, that’s because he was. That tiny creature was his niece. It was normal to have a goofy grin on his face.

      “Too bad you caught my bad side.”

      Their heads both came up at the same time. Ava spoke first. “Don’t say that. You look fine, doesn’t he, Hollee?”

      He’d meant it as a joke, but evidently it fell flat. And he certainly didn’t want Hollee to feel trapped into making some banal comment about his scar. Again. So he held up his hands to show capitulation. “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.”

      It did seem kind of incongruous that a plastic surgeon wouldn’t have his own scars fixed or resurfaced. It would be easy enough to make them fade further into the background. But the reconstructions Clancy did were things that resulted from injuries or congenital conditions and he wanted his patients to love themselves, even if their after-surgery results weren’t that of an airbrushed model. Not that he was the greatest example of loving himself either. Jacob had given him a pointed reminder of that a few days after he’d kissed Hollee.

       I’m not like you, Mr. Bigshot. I’m a one-woman kind of guy, and between you and me, I’m crazy about Hollee, so don’t go getting any ideas about adding her to your collection.

      He’d never looked at himself that way, but evidently it was how Jacob—and maybe lots of other people—had seen him. It had been enough to make him pull back and put a stop to things with Hollee before he’d got in any deeper and ended up hurting her.

      According to Ava, though, he’d ended up hurting her anyway. But, as he’d seen for himself, she’d recovered, and Jacob had gotten his wish.

      Ava bent her head to the side, cracking her cervical joints. “They tell me that Jen-Jen is doing well.”

      Despite her illness, her personality refused to be squashed. She’d always been a firebrand, but Clancy had been fiercely protective of her when they had been kids, even though she would have clobbered him if she’d known.

      “Jen-Jen? Is that really what you’re going to call her?”

      “How about Jenny J.? Or J.J.? No?” There was a happiness in her grin that he hadn’t seen in a while, despite the evidence of exhaustion in her face. Now wasn’t the time to approach her about her new daughter’s middle name. But he would have to make a point to tell her. And soon.

      “I personally like Jen-Jen.”

      “Hmm…” Her smile faded. “It’s still so sad when I think of Jacob as being gone forever.”

      Hollee tucked her phone away, her head down, not looking at either of them.

      “Yes, it is.” He shifted and decided to change the subject. “Any idea when the baby can come home?”

      “She needs to gain some weight obviously, but her lungs are strong. I heard her cry before they rushed her away.” She shut her eyes and then looked at him. “I have to tell you it was the most beautiful sound I’ve heard in my life.”

      “I can imagine. When we saw her, she seemed…content.” In fact, he’d been a little worried about how quiet she was, but Ava’s words made him feel better.

      “She really is beautiful.” Hollee smiled, but this time it seemed a little forced.

      It had to be hard hearing people talk about her late husband. Which was another reason he wanted to talk to Ava about the name, although he wasn’t sure why it mattered. It mattered to him, though. Jacob had betrayed Hollee in the worst possible way. A one-woman man? It seemed that had been a lie. The last thing he wanted was for his niece to bear the man’s name.

      He took hold of one of his sister’s toes through the blanket and gave it a wiggle. “We’d better let you get some rest, but I’ll come see you tomorrow.” He was careful not to include Hollee in that. She could set up her own visitation schedule.

      “And since I worked the night shift, I’d probably better go home and try to get some rest,” she said.

      “Will you come back tomorrow too?”

      “If you want me to.”

      Ava nodded. “Of course I do. And about what I said earlier, when I was in the delivery room…” Her glance shot to him before moving back to Hollee. “I was just scared and wasn’t thinking straight.”

      “Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been too important, because I can’t even remember you saying anything.”

      “Good.” She lay back against her pillows, eyes closed.

      “Do you need anything?” Hollee asked. “Water? Something to eat?”

      “I’m just incredibly sleepy right now.”

      “We’ll get out of your hair, then.” This time Hollee did touch her arm. Probably because she’d put her phone away and was about to shed her gloves. “Get some shut-eye now, because you’ll soon be taking care of that precious little girl.”

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