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Dynamite Doc or Christmas Dad?. Marion Lennox
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isbn 9781408924662
Автор произведения Marion Lennox
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Medical
Издательство HarperCollins
Then, as the creatures got used to them, deciding they were no threat, Dusty started talking. A little.
‘There are three different species of turtle here,’ he told Ben. ‘Look at the markings. And two species of tortoise. I really like tortoises.’
‘Have you ever had one as a pet?’
He looked appalled. ‘We live in London. These guys would hate it there.’
‘I guess.’
Dusty scrubbed on, then peeped him a smile. ‘What did the snail say when he was having a ride on the tortoise’s back?’
‘I don’t know.’ Ben sat back and enjoyed Dusty’s grin. Once more, he was hit by that blast of recognition. Surely this was …
‘Wheeeeeeee,’ Dusty told him, and Ben found himself chuckling out loud.
The creatures around them didn’t even back away.
‘Do you know any tortoise jokes?’ Dusty demanded, and Ben thought about it. He and Nate used to buy books of jokes. Jokes had been their very favourite thing and Ben was blessed with an excellent memory.
‘As a matter of fact, I do,’ he said, and Dusty chuckled in anticipation.
Just like Nate.
This was excellent, Jess thought. Wonderful. Dusty was getting to know his uncle without the tensions that revealing their relationship might cause. She’d deal with those tensions when they happened, she decided. Meanwhile the wombats were watching her balefully from inside their hollow log. Waiting for their clean house.
She scrubbed.
She kind of liked scrubbing. There were massive eucalypts overhead, taking away the sting of the sun. The wombats were a benign presence, and she thought, Am I doing it to your satisfaction, guys?
This was great for her head. It was taking her away from the grief of losing her mother, from the normal stress of work, the worry she always felt about Dusty …
And that was the biggie. Dusty had been desperately miserable since his gran had died. Now …
He had an uncle.
Any minute Ben might find out.
But when it came out … if Ben reacted well …
She glanced across at their stroke-for-stroke scrubbing. If Ben decided he did want to be an uncle … If he decided to share …
There were too many ifs. And she didn’t want to share with an Oaklander.
‘I’m befuddled,’ she told the wombats, and they eyed her as if they already knew it.
Befuddled but happy?
Yeah, okay, she was happy. She was in one of the most glorious places in the world. Come what may, Dusty had met his uncle. ‘I helped my uncle look after tortoises,’ she imagined him telling his friends back home. ‘He made me laugh.’
For Ben’s rich chuckle rang out, over and over, and a couple of research workers in one of the far enclosures swivelled to see. As they would. They were female and that chuckle … Whew.
Had Nate’s chuckle been as … gorgeous?
She couldn’t remember. Nate was a fuzzy memory, an overwhelming, romantic encounter and then nothing.
Ben was here, now.
He was still an Oaklander. Nate must have had that chuckle. For her to lose her senses as she had …
‘Well, I’m not losing my senses now,’ she told the wombats, returning to scrubbing with ferocity. ‘No way. I’m cleaning your yard and then I’m moving on.’
To the wallaby run. Not to Ben Oaklander. Not even close.
And then she paused. Sally had come flying out of the back door of the house. She looked around wildly. Saw her. Gasped.
‘I … I …’
And that look …
Jess was already rising. Switching mind sets. She’d done stints in emergency rooms. She knew that expression. ‘Sally, what is it?’
‘It’s Marge.’ Sally’s voice was scarcely above a whisper but the words carried regardless. ‘It’s serious.’
One minute Jess was a tourist, happily scrubbing for wombats. The next …
‘Ben,’ she yelled, no doubt scaring the wombats, but the look on Sally’s face said scaring was the least of their problems. ‘I need you.’
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