Resisting The Single Dad. Louisa George

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      Gene strolled over to a glass jar stuffed with tiny sweets wrapped in gold foil. ‘And what are these? Some kind of treasure?’

      She smiled as she joined him and stole one from the jar. ‘Gene, you’re in Switzerland. What are we famous for?’

      He wrinkled his nose. ‘Alps. And the Geneva Convention.’

      She shook her head and rolled her eyes. ‘You Americans. Chocolate, Gene. That’s what Switzerland is famous for. Chocolate.’

      She held up her little sweet and started to unwrap it. Within a few seconds the dreamy cocoa milky smell had reached them both. He even started to lean a little towards it.

      His eyes started to glaze. ‘Is this really a good idea for a place that specialises in cardiac research?’

      She gave a broad smile. ‘That’s why they’re tiny. Just enough to give you the magical sensation of chocolate hitting every taste bud, without sending your blood glucose spiralling and your weight out of control.’ She gave her best intelligent nod. ‘You know, research has proved that if you just take a little of what you crave, it makes management much easier.’

      He made a grab for the chocolate. ‘I’ll take your word for it.’

      For some reason, even though she wasn’t entirely sure of Gene, there was something very amicable about him. She felt quite safe around him. And while that might not be what some guys would want to hear, it was important to her.

      She was very used to erecting walls around herself. But, after his initial reaction of ignoring her question about Rory’s mother, he’d told her—in his own time—what had actually happened. Most people probably felt sorry for him. He could easily take on the widower persona. But he didn’t. Not at all. Instead, he’d been straight about his story. There had been no great love between him and Mindy. He hadn’t even really had the chance to be angry with her. Cordelia didn’t have a single doubt that most guys would have been totally blindsided by all of it.

      But Gene seemed to have taken the news about his son well. He loved his son. And whilst she was sure he wished he could change his genetic heritage, he seemed to have accepted it for what it was.

      She met a lot of patients who hated what their genes meant for them. Something they could never control. Her own were the same. And she’d long since known that accepting what you couldn’t change was the biggest part of the process for some people.

      Like her. Like Gene. And, eventually, hopefully like Rory.

      She gave him a sideways glance as she led him down towards the offices for the clinics.

      ‘Maybe I should have recommended that you take a handful of chocolates to get you through the next part of the day.’

      He gave her a suspicious glance. ‘What do you mean? Aren’t I just reviewing the patients and taking care of the clinic work and trial?’

      She licked her lips and gave a little sigh. ‘You make it sound so simple.’

      He stopped walking. ‘Isn’t it?’

      She couldn’t help herself. She winked at him as she reached the doors. ‘Oh, Dr Du Bois, you have a lot to learn. Welcome to the Reuben Institute. Now, come and meet your master.’

      * * *

      Gene was sprawled across the sofa. Rory was also sprawled across him, sleeping, with his mouth open and drool landing on Gene’s shirt. He hadn’t even had a chance to change since they’d got home.

      Cordelia appeared and took in the scene, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing her arms. At some point in the day she’d changed back into her red baseball boots. He couldn’t get over quite how quirky and cute she looked with her business-style dress and jacket, coupled with flat red baseball boots.

      ‘You survived?’ she asked.

      He raised his eyebrows and held out his hands. ‘If I could jump off this sofa right now and chase you down, I would.’

      She shook her head. ‘That’s fighting talk.’

      He nodded. ‘It is. But now I’ve met your lethal weapon—Marie.’

      Cordelia couldn’t pretend not to laugh. ‘I did try to warn you.’ Then she shook her head, ‘And, oh, no. She’s not mine. She’s yours. I did tell you might need chocolate to see you through.’

      ‘But you didn’t tell me why,’ he quipped.

      She sighed and shook her head. ‘No, I didn’t. You’d just lulled me into what could be a false sense of security. You’d told me you would stay. I didn’t want to frighten you off.’

      ‘You just left that to Marie?’

      Cordelia laughed again. ‘What can I say? She’s chewed up tougher guys than you.’ She walked over and perched on the edge of the sofa, her eyes on the sleeping figure of Rory. ‘I’m sorry. But Marie has been at the institute since the day it opened. She’s almost like the institute herself. She knows every patient. Every trial. She has the scariest but most brilliant encyclopaedic brain in the world.’

      He nodded. ‘She certainly doesn’t let anyone get around her.’

      Cordelia nodded. ‘And it’s not worth the energy even trying. And whatever you do—don’t use her mug. It’s the one thing that will absolutely tip her over the edge.’

      He wrinkled his brow. ‘Seriously?’

      She nodded. ‘Completely.’

      ‘Then thanks for the warning. What mug is hers?’ She could see him picturing the jam-packed cabinet in the staff kitchen.

      ‘Why, Dr Du Bois, couldn’t you tell just by looking?’

      He narrowed his gaze. ‘I’m going to like this, aren’t I?’

      She nodded again. ‘It’s Glinda. The Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz.’

      His shoulders started to shake and he lifted his hand to the sleeping Rory on his chest, trying not to disturb him. ‘No way. It should be Darth Vader, or at the very least the Wicked Witch.’

      Cordelia smiled. He seemed to have settled. On a few occasions she had actually been worried that Marie might chase some of the visiting doctors away. Her manner was...brusque, to say the least.

      ‘I agree. Now, what would you like for dinner?’

      He placed his hands on Rory’s back and swung his legs around so he was finally sitting up on the sofa. ‘It’s my turn to sort out dinner—you bought pizza last night.’

      ‘But you’ve got your hands full.’

      He shook his head. ‘But that doesn’t mean I can’t take a turn.’ СКАЧАТЬ