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      The Tannoy cut in.

       ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be leaving port in approximately fifteen minutes. Please do join us on the top deck for your welcome drink and to wave goodbye to land for a couple of days. We wish you all a safe and happy journey!’

      ‘I have to go.’ Sara dragged her suitcase off the bed, narrowly missing his foot with it.

      Fraser took it from her hands with ease. ‘Give me a break, Cohen. You know you don’t really want to go.’

      ‘I told you to stop calling me that.’

      She flung the cabin door open and heaved the suitcase from his hands, hauling it out into the corridor. She made it to the elevator again, panting, and pressed the button.

      Part of him was impressed. ‘You’re seriously going to get off this ship? In front of everyone up there?’ he asked in the elevator. The mirrors reflected an infinite number of Saras. He didn’t miss her looking at him, though.

      ‘Yes, Fraser, that is exactly what I’m going to do.’

      ‘I can’t wait to see this.’ He could tell she thought she’d gone too far with her dramatics to back down now. As stubborn as ever.

      Back on deck, he held his hand up to stop a porter rushing to help her. Esme wandered over to them. She was holding a camcorder. He noticed her catheter now, the pink of her cheeks.

      ‘Well, hello again, you.’ He bent down to her height, held out his hand. ‘We never officially met.’

      The kid had Sara’s eyes—almond-shaped pools filled with questions. What kind of father would abandon his kid? He didn’t know the full story, of course, but he couldn’t imagine it was a happy one.

      ‘Are you having fun?’ he asked her.

      ‘Kind of. What’s my mum doing?’

      Sara was trying her hardest to stop three men from pulling in a walkway that led down to the pier. Someone blew a whistle. People were waving goodbye to others below.

      ‘Your mum’s just processing some new information. She’ll be fine. I see we have the ship’s film-maker on board already. Have you got any good stuff yet, Miss Spielberg?’

      She giggled. ‘Some.’

      ‘Maybe we can take you behind the scenes sometime? Show you the kitchens and the bridge?’

      Her eyes lit up. ‘Yes, please! Can I get some film of you?’

      ‘Only if you capture my good side. Which side do you think that is?’ He turned his head from side to side, pulling different faces as he did so, and Esme giggled again, her whole face lighting up.

      From the corner of his eye he saw Sara watching them. He stood straighter and took Esme’s little hand as the ship juddered. It was too late for her to make her exit.

      ‘No luck? You can always swim for it,’ he teased as she approached them.

      She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t miss the slight smile on her lips. Esme skipped off to view the ship’s departure through the railings.

      ‘Thanks for that—she seems a bit happier now, at least,’ Sara said with a sigh.

      Her green dress blew against his legs. ‘She’s going to have a great time,’ he assured her.

      ‘She’s bullied, you know. The kids call her names because of the central line in her neck. I got her the camera so she could make a video diary—show people she can live a normal life, doing stuff like this. I thought she could put it on her donor page.’

      Sara swept her blonde hair behind her ears, following Esme with her eyes. Fraser thought again how messed up it was that they hadn’t found a donor for her yet. ‘That’s a great idea.’

      ‘I don’t want anything to ruin this trip for Esme, Fraser.’

      ‘Neither do I.’

      ‘What’s this doing here?’ Dr Renee Forster had walked over and was pointing down at Sara’s suitcase in the middle of the deck. ‘Everything OK?’

      ‘She spilled some water on it downstairs,’ Fraser said quickly. ‘She thought the sun would dry it off faster.’

      Sara held up her hands. ‘Silly me. But it worked; it’s already dry.’

      Renee raised her eyebrows. ‘I see. Good to have you both on board. You know each other well, I take it?’

      ‘We did a long time ago.’

      Sara shifted uncomfortably on the spot and he tried not to smirk.

      ‘We dated for six months, actually,’ he said. ‘We’re in a kind of the-one-that-got-away situation.’

      Sara turned to him in shock, but he shrugged his shoulders. Staff on these cruises had no secrets. And anything that needed to be addressed was bound to come out, one way or another.

      As the ship finally pulled away to the cheers of the crowd, the thought made him anxious almost as much as it thrilled him.

       CHAPTER THREE

      ‘CAN I HAVE pizza tonight?’ Esme asked. ‘Because we’re on holiday?’

      Sara finished unhooking her daughter from the dialysis machine. ‘Sorry, sweetie, but you already know that’s not a good idea. Your diet should stay the same, so you’re not poorly.’

      Esme groaned and laid her head down heavily on the pillow.

      ‘I know it’s hard,’ Sara sympathised. ‘There’s a lot of great food on this ship.’

      That was an understatement. The food on the Ocean Dream was unlike anything she’d ever seen or tasted. Each buffet was like a dream, with everything from lobster sushi rolls to king crab soufflé, to marinated steaks and more cakes than she could count.

      ‘If I can’t have pizza, can I have ice-cream? Just a bit?’

      Sara turned off the dialysis machine and readjusted the lines from Esme’s catheter. ‘We’ll see. You have to stop pointing that thing at me!’ She play-swiped at the camcorder lens that was pointed at her face.

      ‘Dr Fraser doesn’t mind being on camera.’

      ‘Yes, well...’

      Sara snapped off her gloves a little too loudly. She was burning to know more about Fraser—why he’d left the family practice, how often he did these cruises, whether he’d met anyone else since her. Especially that. But she didn’t want to appear as if she was invested in anything Fraser Breckenridge had going on any more.

      She’d meant what she said. Esme came first. She was all that mattered. Besides, they were professionals, and Renee was already looking between them like Cupid eyeing up the perfect target for an arrow.

      Fraser had asked if they could talk privately once they reached Aruba and left the ship. She’d refused, maintaining she was there to concentrate on her work and Esme, not dwell on their past relationship. But a mish-mash of memories had kept her up the last two nights—things she hadn’t thought about in years.

       ‘Code Blue. Is anyone close to the casino? Can we get help in the casino, please?’

      The Tannoy was practically screaming. Jess stood up from her chair in the corner. ‘Code Blue in the casino? That’s just next door!’

      ‘Take Esme to the playroom, will you?’ Sara unhooked another dialysis patient beside her and hurried outside.

      The flashing lights and jingling slot machines in the ship’s casino launched an attack on her senses. She gripped her Ocean Dream branded medical case

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