‘Florence?’ Mario was Italian? ‘That explains the cadence in your voice.’ When his eyes widened heat shimmered in her cheeks. She’d just given herself away. Big-time. So what? The guy had a sexy accent. She wouldn’t have been the first to notice or comment. It didn’t mean she wanted to climb into bed with him. Did it? Shifting in her chair she looked everywhere but at the disturbing Mario, waiting impatiently for the colour to fade from her face.
Thankfully he chose not to pick up on her blunder, instead explaining, ‘I’m a born and bred Kiwi, went to the boys’ college across the road.’ He nodded towards her window. ‘My parents grew tomatoes in the Wood, along with other Italian families in the district.’
‘So why Italy?’ As long as he wanted to talk about himself she was ready to listen.
‘My grandparents came out here from Florence when they were first married. All my life I’ve wanted to know my relatives over there so the job was perfectly placed.’
‘You’ve still got family here?’ Italians had large families, didn’t they? Lots of siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles, to have fun with, to support one another, to share life’s ups and downs. Family. The one thing lacking in her life. The one huge thing. But she didn’t deserve family, especially children. No, even her dogs were fictitious, bounding across the pages of the children’s books she wrote and illustrated. She focused on Mario, away from her own problems.
That appealing grin was back. ‘Sort of. Mamma and Babbo went over to Italy at the beginning of the year and don’t look like coming home any time soon. Two of my sisters are married to Italian nationals, and one sister lives here.’
‘Is your wife Italian?’
The grin slowly disappeared and he studied his hands with intensity, a frown creasing his brow. ‘Sophia’s mother was a Kiwi. Unfortunately she died in a diving accident two years ago.’
Gasp. No wonder the little girl had trouble sleeping at night. She’d be missing her mother. Hard to understand at that age why Mummy wasn’t there for her. This also explained the moments of sadness she saw in Mario’s face when he didn’t think anyone was looking. ‘I’m very sorry to hear that. It must be very hard for you bringing up your daughter on your own.’ And working long hours, often six and seven days a week.
Suddenly he looked up and clashed gazes with her, a huge ‘don’t go there’ flashing out at her. ‘We’re getting off track. With Liz on indefinite leave I’ve been given a permanent position in your department.’ His eyes burned into hers, daring her to argue with the situation.
How could she? She might be miffed that the board hadn’t waited to talk the situation over with her but she wasn’t stupid. With Liz gone the department was down to two full-time paediatricians and one trainee. Highly qualified paediatricians didn’t regularly waltz in the door looking for work. ‘I’m glad you came along. As you’ve already learned we put in some long hours as it is without being short of staff.’
Relief poured into those piercing eyes and he relaxed back in his chair. ‘Jackson is shaping up to be a good paediatrician.’
‘Yes, he is.’
How did Mario juggle work and a child? She couldn’t begin to imagine what that was like for him. Why hadn’t he stayed in Italy if that’s where his parents were? His sisters too. Families. They never seemed to work out the way anyone expected. Look at hers. A stepfather who resented her for loving her dad; a mother who couldn’t care two cents about her. She’d had a lonely, solitary upbringing after Dad died. Sent to boarding school so that Mum and George could swan off all over the world where the inclination took them. When she married and became pregnant she’d really thought that she’d found her own family. Talk about a misconception. Jonty couldn’t wait to leave her after everything went horribly wrong. Don’t go there. Not now when she was being scrutinised from the other side of her desk. Mario had already proved how good he was at mind-reading.
She reached for the envelope, slid her finger under the flap.
And Mario stood. ‘I’ll leave you to read that while I go and check up on Tommy again.’
She stared at the closing door. Now what brought about that hurried departure? The CV in her hand? Unfolding the pages she read quickly. Wow, the guy was a megastar of paediatrics. Warmth stole through her. They could make an awesome team if they worked well together.
But this was her domain, the place she felt in control—of herself and of everything around her. Would Mario try to take away her security by insisting on making changes? Only one way to find out—spend as much time on the ward with him. Without smothering him. He didn’t need her hanging over his shoulder watching everything he did.
Excitement trickled along her veins. This could turn out to be fun having a colleague as experienced as Mario. They’d be able to bounce ideas off each other, discuss new treatments.
Her smile slowly disappeared. That was fun? It might be the best she’d had in a long time but it wasn’t up to scratch in the enjoyment stakes. Real fun would be being held in those strong arms and kissed by that beautiful mouth. Fun would be a walk on the beach out at her cottage in Ruby Bay, hand in hand with Mario, kicking the sand, watching the gulls swooping and soaring, laughing over silly, pointless things.
Yeah, right. She’d better get a full night’s sleep tonight. Otherwise sign up for the loony bin. Because something was desperately wrong with her mind, tossing up crazy dreams like holding hands with a man whom until first thing that morning she hadn’t known existed.
Mario shivered when icy wind whipped under his jacket and got through to his skin as he crossed the staff car park at the end of the day. June was the pits. Winter was the pits. Though if he had to live through winter Nelson was the best place to be. The forecast for later on in the week hinted at snow. Maybe on Saturday he’d take Sophia and Gina’s boys up to Mount Arthur car park so they could build a snowman and throw snowballs.
Sliding in behind the steering wheel of his family wagon Mario slammed the door and leaned his head back on the headrest to stare up at the dark interior. ‘What a horrendous day. Thankfully Tommy survived his cardiac arrest, but he’s got problems racing towards him, for sure.’
And then there was Miss Alexandra Prendergast. Annoying, intriguing, worrying. Especially worrying. She’d sparked his libido into life big-time. The last complication he needed right now. Not that he’d turn down an evening in bed with a stunning-looking woman—if he had a babysitter on hand. But a quick romp with his boss was not on. Somehow he doubted Alexandra would be into one-night flings. She was deep, thoughtful and not quite into fun. He cracked his knuckles. So suck it up and forget all about getting naked with the woman. Keep everything strictly professional; ignore the wary looks she gave him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Forget that you don’t have a private life apart from one messed-up daughter. Sophia is your life now, and she’s not getting enough of your attention as it is.
The car rocked as another blast of wind slammed against it. Mario looked around the car park, his gaze following a paper cup as it flew through the air to bang into the sports car parked two slots away. Obviously owned by someone who didn’t have a brood of kids to run around the place.
Twisting the key in the ignition Mario groaned when the engine raced but didn’t start. ‘Not again. Not tonight.’
Last week he’d had trouble starting the engine but he’d cleaned the spark plugs and hey, presto, it had gone like a dream since.
He turned the key again, and again. The whining sound of the engine spoke volumes. Slapping the steering wheel he tugged at the catch to release the bonnet and pushed out into the cold. With a torch in one hand he lifted the bonnet and stood studying the wires, the battery and the spark plugs. Everything appeared to be in order. Huh. Like he knew what he was looking for. Topping up the water and oil had been sufficient until now. He pushed and poked everything,