‘Why don’t you go home?’
She saw Harry hesitate. There were other doctors on but no one particularly senior.
Except the locum just happened to be Juan.
‘Go and have dinner with your children,’ Juan said. ‘I’m sure we’ll cope.’
Juan would more than cope.
Everyone knew it.
‘You’re sure?’ Harry checked. ‘Dr Vermont won’t get here till ten.’
‘Of course,’ Juan said. ‘Anyway, the nightclubs don’t really get going till midnight.’
Harry gave a wry smile and headed for home, and Cate did her best to avoid the six feet three of testosterone who sat and worked his way through a huge bunch of grapes between seeing patients.
Relieved that Juan wouldn’t be joining them on their night out, Cate had relented and agreed to drive her friends, but before she headed off to get ready she did have a question for Juan. He was sitting writing up his notes before handing over to Dr Vermont.
‘What did you say to Reece?’
‘Reece?’
‘The appendicitis.’
‘I’m not with you,’ Juan said, still writing his notes.
‘He was a whole lot nicer to Amanda when we came back in. He even thanked her for being there for him when I took him up to Theatre.’
‘He must have listened to what you said to him.’ Juan shrugged and Cate walked off with a slight frown. Yes, she had been direct while talking to Reece but something had happened while she’d been speaking with Amanda. She was sure of it, because they had returned to a very different man—and Cate was positive Juan had had something to do with it.
She just had no idea what.
The night staff came on duty and Cate handed over the patients, then headed to the changing rooms, where there was a fight for the mirror.
‘I thought Christine was coming?’ Kelly said. ‘She said she was a little while ago.’
‘No.’ Abby laughed. ‘When she found out Juan wasn’t coming, Christine changed her mind, of course. He’s made it obvious that he’s no longer interested—you’d think that she’d have taken the hint by now.’
Cate changed quickly, moaning that her strapless bra dug in and gave her four breasts before pulling on a black halterneck she had bought the previous weekend.
‘Is that new?’ Kelly asked as Cate pulled on a pale lilac skirt.
‘Yep.’ Cate smiled. ‘And so are these!’ She held up the most gorgeous pair of wedges—they were nothing like her usual choice, and had been an absolute impulse buy.
Her first.
Cate did up the straps around her ankles and blinked back sudden tears. She was still in that wobbly post-break-up stage, still trying to work out what had gone wrong, what was wrong.
She’d been happy with Paul, just not happy enough. She had loved him in so many ways, but she still hadn’t been able to give Paul the answer he wanted. The answer everyone wanted! Her parents had been equally shocked when the rather predictable Cate had made a rather unpredictable choice.
Why had she ended it?
‘Because…’ had been her paltry response.
Even Cate didn’t really know why.
Juan tried not to notice when the late staff all emerged from the changing rooms, changed and scented, like a noisy flock of butterflies floating down the corridor—but there was only one who drew the eye.
She had make-up on, not much just enough to accentuate her wary eyes, and her mouth should not be allowed out, unescorted by him, when it shimmered with gloss. A lilac skirt showed off her tanned legs and he did his best not to notice, as they walked past the nurses’ station, her back, which was revealed in a halterneck.
‘I’m not staying long,’ he heard Cate warning her friends as they said goodbye and headed out. ‘I’ve got to be back here in ten hours.’
‘Are you sure you won’t change your mind, Juan?’ Kelly called over her shoulder.
And he should leave well alone. Cate wasn’t, Juan guessed, up to what he had in mind.
Except he couldn’t get her out of his head!
Her words to Reece had lowered his defences, and the scent of her as she walked past, the sight of her bare skin…it was surely worth one more shot?
Juan wanted their time.
‘I might see you there,’ Juan called out to the departing group, and watched her bare shoulders stiffen, watched as she very deliberately didn’t turn round.
As she, still, denied him.
THE BAR WAS hot and crowded but it was equally hot outside; there was just no escaping the heat.
There was no escaping Juan.
She was terribly aware of him when, about an hour after they’d got there, he arrived.
He came over and bought everyone drinks, but Cate told him that she was happy with her soda water.
‘When are you working with us again, Juan?’ Abby shouted above the noise.
‘I don’t think I am,’ Juan said. ‘I have some shifts already booked in the city.’
‘So this is your leaving do!’ Kelly said.
‘It might be…’
Cate stood there, watching her friends get louder, flirtier and more morose as they realised they might never see him again. By midnight, the night had turned into Juan Morales’s unofficial send-off. So much so that there was now going to be an impromptu party back at his home.
Impromptu might just as well be his middle name, Cate thought as everyone asked her to come along.
‘I’m working tomorrow!’ Cate said it three times, not that anyone listened.
‘It will be fun,’ Abby insisted. ‘Everyone’s going back.’
Half the bar, it would seem, was lined up outside to take taxis to Juan’s as, sober, fed up, tired and with her strapless bra digging into her, Cate headed out to her car.
‘Thank you for this,’ Juan said as he lowered himself into the passenger seat, far too tall for her rather small car. ‘I really should get there first to let people in.’
‘It’s no problem.’ Cate gave a slightly forced smile and then tried to turn it into a friendlier one as a couple of her colleagues and friends climbed into the back seat.
‘You don’t mind giving us a lift, do you, Cate?’ Kelly checked, though not until she’d put her seat belt on.
‘Of course not,’ Cate said, and put the air conditioner on. The blast of cold air was especially welcome a moment later when Juan said, ‘Cate, if you want to have a drink, you are very welcome to stay the night.’
Stay!
At Juan Morales’s apartment for the night!
Cate turned and gave him the most incredulous smile she could muster, before starting the engine. ‘Don’t they have taxis in Argentina, Juan?’
He