Nyc Angels & Gold Coast Angels Collection. Lynne Marshall

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      ‘You’re going to go in there being cool and the amazing professional that you are.’

      ‘Thanks.’ She looked over at him. ‘It’s hard enough to be dispassionate when you’re fighting for a client, but when it’s family, well, you can imagine what that’s like …’

      Actually, Jack couldn’t, but he chose not to say anything, just let Nina continue to talk. ‘I thought there would be no problem, but Janey ran a way a few weeks ago, and when she turned up on my doorstep I didn’t let Barbara or the case worker know where she was. I know I should have rung straight away, I know I was wrong, but I just wanted some time to get to the bottom of what was going on before they took her back. Then the duty social worker turned up at my door and, of course, there she was.’

      ‘Another black mark against Nina.’

      ‘I just want my family together.’

      ‘You’ll get them.’

      ‘I’m not sure.’ She blew out a breath. ‘I work very long hours …’

      ‘Can you reduce them?’

      Nina gave a tight shrug. She didn’t want to drone on about her finances to someone who simply wouldn’t understand. ‘I also volunteer at the pro bono centre in Harlem eight hours a week …’

      ‘Well, that can go,’ Jack said, and Nina felt her hand tighten around her wine glass. She looked at him, at a man who had had everything handed to him on a plate as he coolly dismissed something that was very important to her.

      ‘I happen to like working there,’ Nina said. ‘It’s extremely important to me. Without them …’ She stopped, she just wasn’t going to get into this with Jack, but rather than letting her drop it Jack pushed for Nina to go on.

      ‘Without them …?’

      ‘They do amazing work,’ Nina said. ‘It’s run by very passionate, caring people.’

      ‘Unlike me.’ Jack grinned. He could hear the barbs behind her words.

      ‘I didn’t say that.’

      ‘You think it, though.’

      Nina shrugged again.

      ‘I can’t afford to get involved, Nina.’

      She didn’t buy it.

      ‘How can you not?’ She blinked at him. ‘You’re a brilliant doctor. I’ve actually seen you in action the rare times you’re hands on. You and I both know …’ She halted. There were some things that should perhaps not be said.

      ‘Go on,’ Jack invited.

      ‘I don’t think I should.’

      ‘Off the record?’ Jack smiled. ‘And, no, you can’t screw me here.’

      He made her blush, he made her smile, he gave her permission to be honest.

      ‘I’m not criticising the other doctor, but I do think that had it been you who examined Tommy …’ She took a slug of her wine before continuing. ‘Well, things might have been picked up a little sooner.’

      Jack would never criticise a colleague and certainly not to a woman he didn’t really know—idle gossip was a dangerous thing—but he absolutely agreed with Nina. He’d thought exactly the same thing.

      Not only that, he’d had a rather long and difficult conversation with the locum registrar just that morning, not that he could share that with Nina.

      ‘I just think …’ She really should say no more, except his silence invited her to go on. Sometimes she was a little too honest and even as the words tumbled out, she wished she could take them back. ‘Instead of sucking up to benefactors, you’d be better off with the patients.’ She knew she had gone too far, knew from the flicker of darkness across his eyes that she’d overstepped the mark, and she recanted a little. ‘Certainly the patients would be better off …’

      She was nothing like Jack was used to.

      Nothing like anyone he had ever been out with before.

      He could not think of one person who had ever spoken to him like this, yet over and over she had.

      ‘Do you ever got involved?’ Nina asked a little later, when she was scraping her dessert bowl. ‘I mean, do you ever get close?’

      ‘Are we still talking about work?’ Jack grinned.

      ‘Of course.’ Nina gave a tight smile. She already knew the answer in regard to his personal life. Jack saw the smile, matched it and then upped it, just looked at her and smiled till her face was pink and her toes were curling in her boots.

      ‘No,’ he said. ‘And no at work as well.’ Then he stopped smiling. ‘I’m not a machine, Nina. I get a bit upset sometimes, I guess, and some things get to me more than others but, no, I work better by staying back …’

      He thought he might get a brief lecture, thought the frown was a precursor to criticism, but then, perhaps properly for the first time that night, her eyes met his. ‘You’d be really good at the pro bono centre.’

      It was Jack frowning now. ‘I already do a lot …’

      ‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘I’m not asking you to volunteer. I’m just saying that someone like you would be really good.’ She gave him a smile when he had expected a rebuff. ‘I am sorry for what I said last night—I guess cool heads are needed at times.’

      Except his head wasn’t so cool now.

      And, no, he never got involved on a personal level either. Jack didn’t do dating and long conversations, and certainly no explorations into someone else’s past, except he found himself wanting to know about a younger Nina, found himself asking how she’d fared when her parents had died.

      ‘It was rough for a while, but I got there.’

      ‘How?’

      ‘I had friends.’ She gave a tight shrug. ‘Couch-surfed for a while …’

      ‘Couch-surfed?’

      ‘Slept on friends’ sofas.’ He watched her face burn and then blue eyes met his. ‘I nearly ended up on the streets.’

      Jack could perhaps see why she was so angry at times, why she struggled so much in her efforts to keep families together—given the impact it had had on her life when she’d lost hers. ‘So how come—?’

      ‘I’m not going there, Jack,’ she interrupted.

      ‘Sure,’ Jack said. Usually it was him pulling back, usually it was him closing off and refusing to discuss things.

      And so they chatted about other stuff when he really wanted to know more about Nina. He simply didn’t know how to play her, because when he glanced at his phone and saw how late it was, had it been anyone else, they’d have been back at his apartment and safely in bed.

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