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said. ‘But most of the people on the agency books want to live in the city, not a good hour away from it, and I’ve got the consultant interviews too.’

      ‘Any luck?’

      ‘Nope.’ Harry shook his head. ‘Same problem I’m having with the nannies—all the good ones want the bright lights of the city. Honestly, Cate, I need to sort something out as soon as I can. I can’t keep just dropping everything and coming in because we don’t have enough staff…’ Harry shook his head. ‘At least I don’t have to think about it for a couple of days now. The department is Dr Vermont’s problem this weekend. I’m going to spend some quality time with the twins.’

      ‘You have a good one,’ Cate said.

      It was, thankfully, a busy morning, so there wasn’t much time to dwell on Juan and the night that had never happened, but it was there in the back of her mind, just waiting for her thoughts to turn to it, and Cate was determined they would not.

      She was heading off to lunch, having decided to spend the hour sorting out what would be her office come Monday. She did not want to sit in the staffroom and join in the post mortem about last night. There always was one after a department do. As the late staff trickled in, more and more would be revealed—who’d got off with who, who had said what, and people were already talking about Christine and the fool she’d made of herself last night.

      Cate simply didn’t want to hear it. she was just about to hand the keys to Kelly when she saw a well-dressed woman, looking a little lost, and Cate asked if she could help her.

      ‘I’ve been told to come here to get my mother’s valuables,’ she said. ‘I don’t know who to ask for.’

      ‘I can help you with that,’ Cate said. ‘Do you have the receipt?’

      ‘Yes, it’s in my bag.’ She started to open it.

      ‘It’s okay,’ Cate said, ‘you can give it to me when you need to sign.’

      Cate walked with her towards Reception, where the valuables safe was located. ‘What ward is your mum on?’ Cate asked, really just making polite conversation.

      ‘She was on the emergency medical unit, but she passed away last night…’

      ‘Oh.’ Cate turned in surprise. She was used to upset relatives coming down to collect their loved one’s valuables but this lady didn’t seem upset in the least. Cate had assumed she was just collecting a relative’s things to take home. ‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ Cate offered.

      ‘It’s a blessing really,’ the lady said as she handed her the receipt and Cate looked down and saw Elsie’s scrawling signature on the piece of paper. ‘She just sat in her bed or her chair all the time, staring at photos. She couldn’t really get out—it’s no life!’

      Cate didn’t really understand the blessing. It might have been considered a blessing if Elsie had suffered a serious stroke or had been struggling with dementia, or had been in chronic pain. But, no, as she filled out the paperwork and Maria chatted on, it became apparent that Elsie had passed peacefully in her sleep—the nurse had gone to check on her at two a.m. and had found Elsie deceased.

      Yes, perhaps it was a blessing to slip away like that, but as Cate handed over the envelope that contained the necklace and rings, tears were stinging at the back of her eyes. She wondered if the daughter had just sat down and spoken to her mother—if she had found out all the wonderful things her mother had done, all the stories Elsie had still been able to tell—would it have seemed such a blessing then?

      Cate headed to the office and surprised herself when she started to cry, and it wasn’t just over Juan, and that he was gone, her tears really were for Elsie. Death was commonplace here and so, of course, there were tears at times, although not usually for an elderly lady who had died of natural causes. Elsie had been so lovely and Cate had been so glad to know her even for a little while. She blew her nose into a tissue and when the phone rang in her new office, Cate picked it up with a sniff and gave her name.

      ‘Are you crying because you regret not coming back to mine last night?’ She heard his deep voice and smiled into the phone.

      ‘Of course I am.’ Cate attempted sarcasm, although she was speaking a bit of the truth.

      ‘Or are you crying because you miss me?’

      ‘It’s just not the same here without you, Juan,’ Cate teased, and then told him the real reason for her tears. ‘Actually, I just found out that Elsie died in the night. I know she was old and everything…’

      ‘She was a complete delight,’ Juan said. ‘She had a wild side to her, you know…’

      ‘I heard about it!’ Cate smiled. ‘So, what can I do for you?’

      ‘Well, this morning I went on a culinary trip of the Mornington Peninsula. We caught our own fish and then when we got back we cleaned and prepared them and were taught how to cook them…’

      ‘That’s very tame for you.’

      ‘I can be tamed at times…’ He said it in a way that had Cate blushing. ‘So, I have some beautiful fish steaks that tonight I’m going to prepare with a chimichurri sauce, which I will serve with cucumber salad. I don’t have a deep fat fryer so I cannot do papas fritas…’

      ‘Sorry.’ Cate frowned, not just because she didn’t understand some of the words, more that she did not understand why he was reeling off a menu.

      ‘French fries,’ Juan translated.

      ‘Haven’t you heard of frozen chips?’

      ‘I don’t believe in them.’ Juan tutted and Cate found herself both frowning and smiling at his strange response.

      ‘So,’ Juan said. ‘Do we get to say goodbye, just the two of us? Will you join me tonight for dinner?’

      Cate thought of Bridgette and the nurse of the future. She thought of Elsie and her Frenchman and then thought of a life with too many regrets, and even though she had been teasing him before, yes, Cate would miss Juan when he had gone.

      It might as well be for a reason.

      ‘Fish and salad sounds lovely.’

      ‘Good.’

      ‘What time do you want me to get there?’

      ‘Whatever time suits you,’ Juan said. ‘I’ll see you when I’m looking at you.’

      Cate put down the phone. She couldn’t wait until he was looking at her!

      ‘No regrets, Elsie,’ Cate said to the room.

      She didn’t feel quite so brave at six p.m.

      What to wear when you knew it would be coming off?

      Yes, she could eat her fish, have a lovely conversation and then go home—he wasn’t going to be tying her to the bed, or maybe he was?

      Strange that Cate shivered just at the thought, when she had never thought of such things before. But what she had meant was that Juan wasn’t going to be forcing her.

      She was consenting to be bad.

      For the first time in her life.

      Cate put on the lilac skirt and it would have to be the black halterneck again, though she loathed the strapless bra that squashed into her breasts and made her look like she had four. Then she remembered, with a thrill low in her belly, how easily he had removed it and the exploration of his hands during their one kiss.

      Cate left it off.

      Hardly daring, as she didn’t have the biggest bust, but for sensible Cate it felt reckless.

      And it felt even more reckless when she took off her skirt and shaved in a place she rarely did, her fingers lingering on her mound as she thought of Juan and what was to come.

      ‘Me,’

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