Читать книгу: «The Single Dad's Proposal», страница 2

Шрифт:

Rafael had had his time of putting his wants first when he’d left his family behind in Spain to come and study medicine in America. Unlike his parents, he wanted what was best for his child, not necessarily what was more acceptable for them. That selfishness and all the other negative family connotations he’d turned his back on could stay in the Mediterranean as far as he was concerned.

Rafael’s mood hadn’t improved at all by the afternoon. As usual he’d had a busy morning catching up on the day’s schedule, meeting the team at the facility to discuss the status of their patients and prioritise his cases depending on the urgency of their conditions.

One of the reasons he’d relocated to the clinic had been the hope it would be less demanding on his time, making more room for Gracie, with fewer emergencies coming in at all hours of the night when they were primarily a rehabilitation facility.

However, his caseload was always full, dealing with back-related conditions that required surgical intervention. The clinic’s reputation, combined with the privacy and beautiful surroundings provided by the location, made it the ideal hiding place for the rich and famous wishing to recuperate away from the glare of the spotlight and the paparazzi.

He understood that mind-set to some extent. Unknown to his fellow islanders, he was a bit of a celebrity in his own right. In Spain, at least. The eldest son of a duke attracted more attention than he’d ever been comfortable with, and though he’d been glad to leave that cosseted lifestyle behind to come to America and study anonymously, it had caused a huge fallout with his family, but he didn’t regret the sacrifice he’d made when it meant he and Gracie retained their privacy.

The majority of Rafael’s clients here tended to be sports stars keen to recover from injury as quickly and quietly as possible and the on-site rehab facilities provided everything they needed post-surgery.

He didn’t follow American sports himself but even he’d heard of Tom Horner, the ex-football star turned commentator, who was here for a lumbar discectomy to relieve his sciatica pain. The procedure Rafael was carrying out today was to remove the herniated portion of the lumbar disc pressing against a nerve.

‘Buenos días, Doc.’ The All-American hero slapped his meaty hand into Rafael’s and shook it vigorously. Even now, in his fifties, the man was a powerhouse, the strength of the handshake alone reverberating through Rafael’s limbs so he dreaded to imagine how much damage a hit from him in his heyday would have caused.

‘Buenas tardes, Señor Horner. Are you all set for your surgery today?’ The surgery unit was still in its infancy at present but sufficient that they could carry out procedures on an outpatient basis. Any major operations were still carried out at their sister hospital, Boston Harbour, and patients were often transferred here for secondary surgeries as well as rehabilitation. Sometimes they had a team out from Boston to assist and other times Rafael’s expertise was required back on the mainland and the sharing of skills was working successfully so far.

‘I can’t wait to have it done and get back to normal.’ From his appearance alone no one would be able to tell this man had been in pain for some considerable time. A lot of people tended to look vulnerable sitting in a hospital bed in their gowns, waiting to put their lives literally in the hands of the doctors here. Not Tom Horner. His hulking frame dominated the space, the fabric of the flimsy gown stretched to accommodate him and he was as intimidating a presence as ever.

‘You know you’ll have to take it easy for a while after surgery? We’ll discuss it at length post-op but we need to make sure you avoid any undue strain to keep your spine in proper alignment.’ He knew Tom’s kind, having started out in sports therapy. Sportsmen didn’t make the easiest patients, wanting to shake off injury as soon as possible to get back on their feet and back in the game, often ignoring rehab advice to their detriment.

‘Don’t worry, Doc. I’ve hired a place on the west side of the island where I’m doing nothing but resting up until I’m fighting fit again. As far as anyone knows, I’m on extended vacation and I want to keep it that way.’

‘Of course.’ Although wear and tear on the body was all part of the ageing process, Rafael had treated men and women who saw it as a sign of weakness, almost something to be ashamed about. Whilst it wasn’t his business who his patients did or didn’t tell about their health problems, it was his duty to ensure there was some after-care in place at home. ‘Do you have any family or friends over with you who can help you out during your recuperation?’

He hadn’t seen any evidence of a support system even at the initial consultation in Boston before Tom had followed him out here, over the moon at the prospect of having his treatment in private.

The big man’s cheeks turned pink before he answered. ‘My daughter’s here, fussing around. She insisted on coming with me but as far as the ex-wife is concerned we’re on a father-daughter getaway. Terri can read me better than her mom ever could and knew there was something going on.’ He threw his hands up in exasperation and the fact his daughter had got the better of him made the corners of Rafael’s mouth tilt upwards for the first time that day.

Daughters had that knack of tying their fathers up in knots around their little fingers. Thankfully that bond didn’t break even when the marriage did. At least, not for him. Gracie’s mother hadn’t had any problem abandoning her child but she’d never taken to being a parent the way he had and now he was doing the job for both of them.

The responsibility of motherhood had curbed her nights out when he’d been working and unable to mind their daughter. A baby with special needs had been a step too far for a woman who had still thought and acted like a single twenty-something. It had almost been a relief when she’d ended things because they’d been able to stop pretending she was a wife or a mother. It was entirely Christina’s loss she’d never got to be part of her beautiful daughter’s life, the daughter who’d exceeded all of those damning predictions regarding her development.

He’d made a success of his life without the assistance of his family and at least Gracie had a father who loved her and would do everything he could to ensure she thrived.

‘I’m glad you have someone to make sure you do as you’re told. It will help your recovery.’ The clinic staff would operate, provide medication and follow-up treatment, including physiotherapy, but there were practical things Tom would require at home to smooth the transition from the clinic.

‘Don’t worry, Terri’s at the beach house now, adapting it for the return of the invalid. She even insisted on buying me slip-on loafers for the duration of my stay so I don’t have to bend down to tie my laces.’ The absolute horror on his face that he should be subjected to such an atrocity was comical. Rafael silently wished Terri good luck, hoping she would prove equally as stubborn as her father. She’d probably have to tie him down to prevent him from rushing his recovery.

‘Think yourself fortunate to have someone willing to take care of you. Not everyone does.’ He had a momentary lapse into self-pity, considering his options should he ever find himself in the same situation. There were no loving family members around for him to rely on. It was a sobering and ironic thought that he’d probably have to pay someone to provide that assistance.

If he’d stayed in San Sebastian, as his parents had wanted, and had never left Spain, he would’ve had every medical or child expert available to the eldest son of a duke. Therein had lain the problem. He’d never wanted to remain tied to that lifestyle, living off ancient connections to the royal family and trying to stay relevant by portraying himself like his playboy brother to the paparazzi.

This life of anonymity had suited him better, even though his family had seen his move to the States as a betrayal of his heritage. He hadn’t spoken to them since but as they hadn’t accepted him for who he was, he knew they would never acknowledge Gracie for being different either. She wouldn’t fit into the perfect family they preferred to parade for the cameras, neither would he subject her to those expectations.

He had played along for a while for appearances’ sake but Gracie wouldn’t understand that’s what she was supposed to do and she shouldn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t. It was better for her to be loved for who she was, even if he was the only one in her life able to give her that unconditional love.

Unfortunately, that left him with no next of kin here if anything should happen to him. Tom should appreciate someone caring enough not to back away when he needed them most.

‘Not as fortunate as you, Doc, that’s for sure. Oo-ee!’ Tom’s appreciative whistle was lost on Rafael.

‘Excuse me?’ He cocked his head to one side, waiting for an explanation when he could see no reason why a successful pundit would exhibit the slightest bit of jealousy towards him.

‘Forgive me for speaking out of turn but if I had a wife who looked like yours, she wouldn’t be an ex.’ The bawdy laugh didn’t help unravel the mystery for Rafael, only deepened it. He had no idea how anyone here would know about Christina, but if they were acquainted with her they’d also be aware nursing anyone wasn’t in her DNA. Her job was strictly in medical research and she wasn’t hands on in any way unless she was in a club with her girlfriends in the early hours of the morning and looking for some male attention.

‘I think you must be mistaking me for someone else.’ He decided not to go down that dark alley and dismissed it to concentrate on Tom’s notes.

Unfortunately, Tom wasn’t so easily deterred from whatever it was he thought was going on in Rafael’s life.

‘I saw you this morning with your family when I came in. Beautiful. You’re a very lucky man. We weren’t good together, me and Jess, but I miss having that closeness with someone, you know?’

He didn’t know, staring at him blankly for some time before it dawned on him who his patient was referring to.

‘Oh. Oh!’ An image of him handing over the care of his daughter to Summer in the corridor popped into his head. He supposed to an outsider the mistake was understandable but it did knock the breath out of him that Tom had assumed her to be his wife and Gracie’s mother. Did she really appear so comfortable in either role?

‘Summer’s not my wife, she’s—’ What exactly was she? An employee? A co-worker? None of those titles accurately depicted how significant she’d become in their daily lives yet he couldn’t describe her as a friend either. Not when he was trying so hard to resist having her play a part in his personal life for his own sanity.

There was no discernible line between work and personal matters when Summer’s efforts with his daughter broke through any perceived barriers. He reaped the benefits at home with Gracie’s improved verbal and motor skills apparently honed by the time and energy Summer had put into working with Gracie.

However, with every achievement she accomplished, guilt took a bigger nibble at his conscience—that if he’d spent that time with her instead he could’ve been the one to further her progress. Except that would have prohibited them from moving to the island, having an income or helping countless people with his surgical skills.

He had to accept some things were out of his control. Including thoughts about Miss Summer Ryan, which seemed to be coming much more frequently and less about educational matters.

Contemplation about her current relationship status, how she was spending her evenings or if she liked him beyond her official capacity were not things he should be concerning himself with if he considered her only in her role at the day-care centre.

He wanted to get to know her but with that came a whole web of complications he couldn’t afford to get caught up in again. Investing emotionally in someone other than his daughter left him vulnerable to another rejection or worse, more heartbreak he could do without when he would still have to get up every morning and carry on for Gracie’s sake.

‘Summer’s my daughter’s nursery teacher,’ he filled in, unwilling to give his patient any further insight into his complicated personal matters. ‘Now, are you clear about what’s going to happen today in surgery?’

‘Could you run it by me again, Doc?’

‘I’m going to make a small incision in your lower back and insert a small tube that will act as a corridor for me to access the herniated disc with minimal tissue disruption to the surrounding area. We’ll use local anaesthetic and some mild sedation so you won’t feel anything.’ Sometimes there could be irritation afterwards caused by the operation itself but once the bone spur or disc material causing the pain was removed, patients usually felt an improvement.

‘That’s all I need to hear.’

‘I’m sure we’ll have you back on the football field in no time at all.’ He closed Tom’s file with a smile and tucked it under his arm.

‘I spend more time behind the sports desk these days but I appreciate the confidence.’

They parted on a friendly, firm handshake but the exchange had shaken Rafael. It wasn’t the fact someone had assumed Summer was part of his family that bothered him. No, it was that the idea wasn’t totally unappealing to him. Exactly why he should try extra-hard to push her out and prevent her from doing to him what every other person close to him had done and let him go without a fight.

CHAPTER TWO

‘SEE YOU TOMORROW.’ Summer waved off another of the little ones for the day as her parents finished work and came to collect their baby.

People came and went from the nursery at different times according to shift patterns or unforeseen overtime. The clinic even provided a live-in night service for those hard-working doctors and nurses who had to cover nights in the clinic and required extra child care. The set-up was all to keep disruption to a minimum for the families of the employees here, and attracted the best medics in their field for that reason.

The day-care aspect of her job could be seen as a step down on the career ladder when she was a highly qualified child life specialist. However, the position she’d held in Boston had proved difficult to transfer from when it was in such a competitive field and she’d needed something, anything, to get her away from her ex-boyfriend and the wife he’d reconciled with.

It had turned out her skills had become useful for the small children’s wing they’d later opened at the clinic. Although there wasn’t yet a need for a full-time child life specialist, she’d come to an arrangement with Alex and Cody to go wherever she was needed most.

Currently, she was content to help keep the children entertained at day-care but the arrival of the Walsh twins on the island had ensured her diary was full in both areas.

‘Papa?’ At the sign of activity around the door, Gracie came to stand beside her with her pink backpack clutched in her hands.

‘Not yet, Gracie. Your papa was working very hard today so he might be a bit later than usual.’ The erratic hours were something the staff accounted for but it could be difficult for the children to comprehend. Especially for the younger ones or those like Gracie with learning difficulties. It didn’t matter how often she was told her father wouldn’t be taking her home yet, when she saw other parents arriving for their sons and daughters she expected to leave with them. The best thing in these circumstances was to try and distract her until Rafael did get here.

‘Home.’

‘I know you want to go home, sweetheart. Why don’t we make your papa a nice picture while we’re waiting?’ Summer eased the bag out of her hands and hung it back on her coat peg. With the aid of some glitter and glue she could try and keep her busy enough to forget his absence temporarily.

Summer wasn’t privy to the family circumstances but from observation she could see life wasn’t easy for father or daughter without the mother’s presence. What Gracie needed more than anyone or anything was stability and currently the sea of ever-changing faces managing her care was doing nothing to aid that.

There was no one nominated care-giver at present, with different staff managing her needs according to the rotas and time sheets. The attention Summer provided whenever she could seemed to calm Gracie down, the meltdowns less frequent during her shifts. Perhaps it was because Gracie trusted her, or that she took more time trying to understand her than the staff who might not have as much as experience with special needs children, but she responded to Summer. Sometimes.

Without speaking or making eye contact, Gracie put a purple crayon into her hand and in her own way indicated she was supposed to contribute to the picture too. Summer pulled up one of the tiny chairs to join her at the colouring table.

‘You want me to do something?’

‘Draw,’ Gracie demanded, tapping the page impatiently.

With confident strokes Summer drew the bold outline of a flower, which her co-artist set about obliterating with a succession of colourful scribbles. She didn’t mind staying on even when her working day had supposedly ended. It wasn’t as though she had anyone waiting for her at home, or anything of a social life that necessitated consideration.

The child’s learning difficulties would probably require extra assistance when she reached school age but for now Summer was of the opinion she was the most qualified person in the nursery to look after her. There was no formal arrangement in place but if Rafael, the day-care manager and the medical directors agreed, she wanted to put herself forward to care exclusively for Gracie. Outside her clinic responsibilities, of course. That way there wouldn’t be a stream of strangers coming into her life day and night when Summer was willing to be there for her every minute she could, and offer that stability Gracie was lacking.

The biggest obstacle to overcome in that plan would be Dr Valdez himself and his insistence he could do everything single-handedly. If this morning was any indication, he was resistant to any offer of help. He’d been so defensive about the idea of her accompanying Gracie to nursery for him one would’ve thought she’d come from child protective services to take her from him permanently, not do him a favour.

‘Your father’s going to love this.’

Gracie smeared glue and glitter in between the now indistinguishable petals, turning the flower into a sparkly, purple blob she was sure the proud daddy would display along with her other works of art.

There was no verbal response from her protégé but once Gracie was interested in something it often became her sole focus. Although that could be problematic in public places, it did prove useful when Summer had to go elsewhere. Like now, as she saw Rafael through the window, striding towards the nursery unit.

She wanted to intercept him before Gracie spotted him and shut down any chance of a private talk about future arrangements for his daughter.

‘Kaylee, could you watch Gracie for a minute while I talk to her father?’ Summer quietly caught the attention of her colleague, trying not to disturb her art student or alert her to her father’s appearance in the process.

‘Sure.’ Quickly and quietly, Kaylee slid into the seat she’d vacated and Summer hoped she could achieve her goal before the switch became apparent.

With ninja-like stealth she slipped out, closed the door gently behind her and managed to accost her target in the hallway.

‘Dr Valdez, could I have a word with you about Graciela?’ She positioned herself directly in front of him, forcing him to come to a halt.

‘I’m late. Sorry.’ He rubbed his hands over his face, giving her some indication of the day he’d had. His dark brown eyes were hooded and heavy as though he hadn’t slept well in days and it made her more determined to offer some assistance. She wasn’t sure the man knew how to relax but she’d been around enough children with special medical needs to understand the toll it could take on the parents without them realising the importance of self-care.

There was also her experience of watching her own mom’s health decline rather than accept outside help. All those years of hard manual work her mother had done to earn a living, taking on cleaning jobs where she could, had caused the early onset of arthritis and limited her mobility at a relatively early age. If they’d given in and let someone else into their circle of trust, that might’ve been prevented, or at least delayed.

Summer opened her mouth to assure him she wasn’t here to scold him or delay him any longer than necessary, only for him to dodge around her. She backed up, praying there was nothing in her path she could fall over as she tottered backwards, trying to keep up with him. In the end she resorted to grabbing his arm to get him to stop, almost knocked completely off balance by the discovery of the taut muscles beneath his pale blue shirt.

It must be the swimming, she mused, before her mind drifted towards his cycling and running regime and what effect that might have on other parts of his body.

She shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a fashion but her imagination seemed to run wild where Rafael was concerned. Not only was it a conflict of interest when he was the parent of one of the children she worked alongside, but he represented everything she was afraid of in a potential partner. He had a young child she was already attached to, and they worked at the same clinic so any romantic daydreaming about him was a disaster waiting to happen.

By blurring that line she would put her job and her heart in jeopardy. She was afraid she mightn’t have any choice in the matter when she was fixating on something as innocent as touching his arm and reacting as though he’d given her a lap dance.

Rafael stared at the hand on his arm, then at her, his eyebrows raised at her audacity. She had to fight through the foggy muddle of her brain now flicking through snapshots of him in cycle shorts and sweat-drenched running gear to search for words to string a sentence together. Perhaps she really should think about getting back into the dating scene—restricted to single men she didn’t work with—if her body was so desperately craving some interaction with male company.

‘Gracie. There should be a constant in her life.’ It didn’t quite articulate everything she’d intended but it was the gist of why she’d come out here to him and sufficient for that dark scowl to slide over his face as he began walking away again.

‘I was in surgery. It couldn’t be helped. I’ll collect her now and we’ll be on our way.’

No, no, no. This wasn’t going the way she’d planned at all. She’d merely succeeded in ticking him off even more.

She spun around and was forced into a half-run to catch up with him this time.

‘Can you stop so we can talk properly?’ Okay, she was verging on the bossy side of insolence in a professional capacity but the man was infuriating at times.

He pulled on the brakes with a hiss of air through his teeth. ‘What exactly is it you want, Miss Ryan?’

Miss Ryan. Not Summer, as every other person on the island referred to her. She was sure he did it to annoy her, keeping things formal so it was impossible for her to penetrate his defences.

‘Sorry, I wasn’t criticising you. What I meant to say was that I’d like to offer some assistance with Gracie’s care. I thought I might take on sole responsibility for her nursery care where I can. I’d have to run it past my superiors but I think that continuity of care when you’re working would help her flourish. You saw yourself how stressed she gets with change.’

* * *

‘This is about us running late this morning?’ He shook his head, any possibility of him agreeing to her plans evaporating before her eyes.

‘No.’ She refused to be embarrassed about standing up for what she believed in, although her temple was throbbing with the threat of a stress headache. This was so much harder than it ought to be and he was making it that way. Or it could be her recent inability to express herself adequately. Something she’d never had trouble with previously.

If it wasn’t for their common goal of getting Gracie as settled into island life as possible she’d have given up explaining herself and gone home for date night with a tub of mint choc chip. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to help anyone and would only make her feel even more nauseous than she was for having started this conversation in the first place.

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind of everything except the little dark-haired girl who lived predominantly in a world of her own and started over. ‘As you’re aware, I have experience of dealing with children who have specific needs and I was merely suggesting we could discuss an arrangement for Gracie. I would have no objection to taking over her care, day or night, if it suited you, rather than having a variety of new faces parading through her life.’

He studied her silently for a moment too long, those dark eyes scrutinising her every word and body language as though searching for her true intentions. Well, he had nothing to fear. As far as she was concerned, it was about time someone else stood up for Gracie along with her father.

Finally, he said, ‘I don’t think so,’ and left so abruptly Summer gasped at his brusque dismissal. No discussion. No explanation. No gratitude. She was sorry she’d even approached him about the matter when she didn’t appear to be anything more than a nuisance to the busy surgeon.

Rafael didn’t stop to hear any more or break into a smile until he walked into the nursery unit where he was assaulted in the face with his daughter’s painting. Summer reached them as they were preparing to leave, no further conversation apparently warranted as he took his daughter’s hand.

‘Vámonos, Graciela.’

Let’s go. He may as well have added they needed to get away from this crazy lady by the way he was staring at her. As he swung the child up onto his shoulders and walked away, singing to her in that deep Spanish burr, Summer wondered if he had a split personality or simply a Summer Ryan aversion when he was so wonderful with his daughter and his patients.

Her sigh was full of regret for the tunnel vision he had when it came to Gracie’s guardianship but also because, no matter how she tried, she couldn’t get Rafael to like her. Although extremely rare, it was still soul-destroying when issues occurred between her and parents of the children she worked with. This was worse, when lusting after him wasn’t something they could easily work through together. The best that she could hope for was that he’d learn to tolerate her for Gracie’s sake and she’d get over this crush, soon, before it began to affect more than her concentration.

* * *

Supper. Bath. Bed. It was a routine Rafael had been able to implement with Gracie from an early age and had been working very effectively. Until now.

‘Come on, Gracie. We’re both tired. Why don’t you put your pyjamas on and I’ll read you a story in bed?’ He’d given up on the other two stages now when the walls were coated in the supper he’d made and he was soaked from head to toe with bath water while Gracie remained bone dry.

‘No.’ She ran off again down the hall away from all thoughts of sleep when it was all he wanted to do.

He pulled the plug out of the bath and drained away what water there was left in the tub and used a towel to mop up the rest on the floor. She’d got into the bath initially but, rather than sit down and play with her toys as usual, she’d stood screaming and kicking the water until he’d had no option but to lift her out again. Rafael couldn’t stand to see her distressed yet he didn’t know what had set her off tonight.

‘Por favor. Please, Gracie.’ The toddler pulled off her bath robe and streaked away from him, screeching at the top of her lungs.

At the lowest point of his day now, he was tempted to reconsider Summer’s proposal. If he withdrew the inference that he wasn’t being a good enough parent to manage alone, he still didn’t think it a good idea to turn over responsibility of Gracie’s care to someone else merely on their say-so.

Once the red mist had dissipated he could see Summer had meant well and he should’ve been more appreciative of her interest, more gracious in his refusal of the offer. After all she had nothing to gain in making herself available for Gracie except, in his mind, the possibility of undermining his position in his daughter’s life and taking the moral high ground. He knew it was a ridiculous notion but he was so unaccustomed to having people help it made him wary.

The last time he’d felt backed into a corner, forced to ask someone else to share the responsibility, he’d almost lost his daughter and had had his commitment to her questioned. It wasn’t easy for him to swallow his pride and his fears and accept genuine support when it was being given freely.

If Summer could see the two of them now she’d be entitled to wag a finger and say, ‘See? You need me,’ before providing the calm voice of reason his daughter might be more inclined to listen to than her father. He’d worked alongside Summer enough in the clinic with the twins to have experienced that patience she had with the children and the rapport she was able to build with them individually. It was the same with Gracie.

Бесплатный фрагмент закончился.