‘You only do what you can,’ came a voice from behind her as she left the hospital.
She knew before she turned that it was Angus.
‘I’ll walk you home,’ he said, and because she was tired, not to mention doubtful about the outcome for her patient, she was hardly gracious.
‘It’s two blocks and broad daylight, I don’t need to be walked home.’
‘Ah, but my hotel is just across the road from your apartment building, and I might have been suggesting it because I needed to be walked home, only asking you to walk me home might have seemed a bit unmanly.’
Worried as she was, Kate had to smile. She turned to face him, taking in his height and breadth, and the aura of strength that hung around him, contrasting sharply with the gentleness in his dark eyes.
‘Unmanly?’ she echoed. ‘That’s not an assumption many people would make!’
He held out his arm, crooked at the elbow.
‘So, shall we walk each other home?’ he said, and somewhere deep inside a little bit of the Kate she used to be began to unfurl, like the petal on a tight rosebud. She slipped her hand inside his arm, telling herself it was just a friendly gesture, except that he cheated and turned his hand to grasp hers, linking them even closer together.
She should protest.
Move away!
But walking like this with Angus was warming places that had been cold for a very long time. Was it so very wrong to be enjoying it?
Well, probably, yes, given the secret she held so tightly in her heart.
But he’d be gone tomorrow, back to his own life, and she’d be back at work in Theatre and studying after hours, with exams drawing closer, so how could this little bit of closeness hurt?
He gave her hand a squeeze and because this was just for now, she squeezed back.
She pulled away from him as they reached the apartment block, intending to say a cool goodbye, but he caught her hand again, turning so he was facing her.
‘Can I see you again?’
She shook her head.
‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’
He looked puzzled so, although he hadn’t asked why not, she added, ‘You’re married, aren’t you? You and Michelle? After all, that was what you went to island for—checking it out for a honeymoon.’
He smiled.
‘I’d forgotten that’s why I’d gone to the island—well, I hadn’t thought about it for a while. No, we didn’t marry.’
She waited, not wanting to ask why but aware he had more to say.
‘She broke it off. I’d been away, came back changed, she said. And she was probably right. I felt different, less certain of things, not only between us but about life in general.’
Because of what had happened between us? Kate wondered, guilt biting deep inside her.
But before she could say anything, Angus was speaking again.
‘And it didn’t help telling her about you—about what had happened on the island.’
‘You told her about the island? About the night we spent together? Oh, Angus, why on earth would you do that? It was one night. We were in another world—we knew it didn’t mean anything but relief, or celebration, or something. I can’t—’ She looked up into his face as she said it, and saw that he still disagreed.
And understood.
His integrity would have insisted he tell, while she, Kate, had held onto her own secret, although it hadn’t really been a secret until Angus had reappeared in her life.
And telling now? Wouldn’t he feel the pain she’d felt? Those endless, sleepless nights and empty aching arms? Did he deserve that?
She shook away the thoughts and tried to ignore the cold, hard lump inside her.
‘I need some sleep,’ she said, and turned away from him, although she knew sleep would be impossible.
She made her way up to the apartment in a daze, ate some cereal—soggy—and toast—cold—and tried to pretend it had been just another callout.
‘I’m sorry about the breakfast but I always get it ready when I hear the helicopter land,’ Alice was explaining. ‘Did you have a lot to do when you got back that you were late?’
Kate shook her head. The driver of the road train would have had a battery of tests and was probably getting appropriate treatment right now.
And the two young people, their lives cut short, were being taken by road transport to the nearest hospital.
‘Bad, was it?’ Alice asked, guessing from her silence that things hadn’t gone well.
‘Just about as bad as it gets,’ Kate said, and then, knowing Alice would see or hear a report on a news broadcast, she added, ‘It was a road train against a small car and the two young people in the car were killed.’
‘That’s shocking,’ Alice said. ‘So dreadful for their families.’
She paused, then added, ‘But surely we should always take something from these terrible things—from such waste of life. Shouldn’t it make us think about our own lives?’
Kate looked at the woman who had taken her in when she’d been at her lowest ebb and had coaxed her slowly back to at least a semblance of normal life.
‘Do you have regrets about your life? Wish you’d done things differently?’
Alice smiled and shook her head.
‘I’m talking about you, my dear. I know you’re busy with your studies but life is meant to be lived, Kate. You should get out more, meet people away from your work. Those two had their lives taken from them, you still have yours and for their sakes, if nothing more, you should make the most of it.’
‘And being the best surgeon I possibly can be isn’t making the most of it?’ Kate retorted.
Alice just shook her head and began to clear the table.
But Alice’s words, perhaps because she so rarely talked about personal things and this was twice in two days, remained with Kate as she headed to her bedroom. And a hot shower failed to wash them away, so they lingered in her head, preventing any possibility of sleep. She heard the front door of the apartment open and shut and knew Alice had gone to help out at the charity shop down the road—Animal Welfare on Fridays. Alice’s life was nothing if not predictable.
Giving up on sleep, Kate pulled on shorts and a light singlet. She’d go for a run, head out along the coastal path towards Coogee. Exercise and fresh, salty air would surely make her sleepy.
She enjoyed running, and today was even more special as the sun sparkled on the ocean while a gentle breeze kept her cool, and concentrating on where she put her feet and dodging walkers on the path kept her mind off both Angus’s revelation and Alice’s lecture.
She’d moved to the side of the path to allow a young woman jogging with a toddler in a stroller to pass in the opposite direction when she noticed the tall, upright figure striding—marching?—along the path in front of her.
Her heart flipped, and confusion fogged her mind—secrets, he’s not married, another secret, her secret, and living life before it was too late all jumbled in her head.
And if she kept running she’d have to pass him.
Just run past?