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  ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re distressed.’ He knew exactly what she was talking about, knew exactly what she meant, yet of course he could not tell her that. Jed also knew he was handling this terribly, that fifteen minutes sitting in the staffroom being debriefed by him wasn’t going to help either of them.

  ‘I’m not distressed.’

  ‘Perhaps not, but I think it would be very silly to leave like this. It would be extremely irresponsible to get into a car and drive home right now, so I’m suggesting that you go to the staffroom and sit down for fifteen minutes.’ She stood there furious as she was being told what to do, not asked, she knew that.

  ‘Fine.’ She gave a terse smile. ‘I will have a coffee and then I’ll go home, but first I have to put this back on the crash trolley and order some more from pharmacy.’

  ‘Do that, and then I’ll be around shortly to talk to you.’ Jed said, ‘Look, I know it’s hard, especially with one so young. It affects all of us in different ways. I know that I’m upset...’

  She didn’t say it, but the roll of her eyes as he spoke told him he couldn’t possibly know, couldn’t possibly understand how she felt.

  ‘Oh, I get it,’ Jed said. ‘I can’t be upset, I don’t really get it, do I? Because I don’t have a child, I couldn’t possibly be as devastated as you.’ His voice was rising, his own well-restrained anger at this morning’s events starting to build. ‘I’m just the machine that walks in and tells the parents that their baby’s dead. What the hell would I know?’

  ‘I didn’t mean that.’ She knew then that she was being selfish in her upset, but grief was a selfish place and one not easy to share.

  ‘Oh, but I think you did,’ Jed said. ‘I think you meant exactly that.’

  And he was right, she had, except that wasn’t fair on either of them, because she had cried many times over a lost baby, it just felt different somehow when you had one at home. There was a mixture of guilt and pain tempered with shameful relief that it hadn’t happened to her, because, yes, she’d taken Simon into bed with her, despite what the guidelines might say, and it wasn’t fair on anyone.

  It simply wasn’t fair.

  Jasmine had no idea how the next part happened. Later she would be tempted to ring Security and ask if she could review the security footage in treatment room two between seven twenty and seven twenty-five, because she’d finally located the sodium bicarbonate and stepped down from the stool and stood facing him, ready to row, both of them ready to argue their point, and the next moment she was being kissed to within an inch of her life.

  Or was it the other way around?

  She had no way of knowing who had initiated it, all she was certain of was that neither tried to stop it.

  It was an angry, out-of-control kiss.

  His chin was rough and dragged on her skin, and his tongue was fierce and probing. He tasted of a mixture of peppermint and coffee and she probably tasted of instant tomato soup or salty tears, but it was like no other kiss she had known.

  It was violent.

  She heard the clatter of a trolley that moved as they did.

  It was a kiss that came with no warning and rapidly escalated.

  It was a kiss that was completely out of bounds and out of hand.

  She was pressed into the wall and Jed was pressing into her; his hands were everywhere and so too were hers; she could feel his erection pressing into her. More than that she too was pushing herself up against him, her hands just as urgent as his, pulling his face into hers, and never had she lost control so quickly, never had she been more unaware of her surroundings because only the crackle of the intercom above reminded them of their location—only that, or shamefully she knew it could have gone further. Somehow they stopped themselves, somehow they halted it, except they were still holding each other’s heads.

  ‘And you thought driving would be careless and irresponsible,’ Jasmine said.

  He sort of blew out his breath. ‘Jasmine...’ He was right on the edge here, Jed realised, shocked at himself. ‘I apologise.’

  ‘No need to apologise,’ Jasmine said. ‘Or should I?’

  ‘Of course not.’ His mouth was there, right there, they were holding each other, restraining the other, and both still dangerously close to resuming what they mustn’t. She could hear their breathing, fast and ragged and fighting to slow, and slowly too they let go of each other.

  Her blouse was undone, just one button, and she didn’t really know how, but he looked away as she did it up and moved away from him to pick up the flask she had dropped. She left him setting up his IV and went to head back out, but she could still taste him, was still not thinking straight. And then Lisa came in.

  ‘Shouldn’t you be heading home?’

  ‘I couldn’t find the paediatric sodium bicarb,’ Jasmine said. ‘There’s only one left after this.’

  ‘Thanks,’ Lisa said. ‘I’ll get Joan to add it to the pharmacy order. Thanks for everything, Jasmine. I know that can’t have been an easy shift.’

  ‘How are the parents?’

  ‘They’re spending some time with him. The hospital chaplain is in with them and the police have been lovely.’ Lisa looked at Jasmine. ‘Maybe go and get a coffee before you go home.’

  ‘I think I just want my bed,’ Jasmine admitted. ‘I just need to finish the crash trolley off and order some more of this.’

  ‘I’ll do that.’ Lisa took the flask from her and they stepped aside as Jed walked past with his IV trolley. Very deliberately, neither met the other’s eye.

  ‘You go to bed and get a well-earned rest,’ Lisa said.

  Fat chance of that.

  * * *

  Jasmine did have a cup of coffee before she drove home.

  Except she certainly wasn’t hanging around to see Jed. Instead, she chose to head to the kiosk and get a takeaway.

  And, of course, on the way to her car, she rang her mum.

  ‘How was Simon last night?’ Jasmine asked the second her mum answered.

  ‘Fantastic. I haven’t heard a peep out of him.’

  ‘He’s not up yet?’

  ‘No, but he didn’t go down to sleep till quite late.’

  ‘You’ve checked him, though?’ Jasmine could hear the anxiety in her voice

  ‘I checked him before I went to bed. Jasmine, it’s eight a.m. Surely it’s good if he’s having a little lie-in when he often has to be up at six for crèche?’

  ‘Mum...’

  She heard her mother’s weary sigh as she walked through the house and then silence for a moment. She was being ridiculous, but even so, she needed the reassurance.

  ‘He’s asleep,’ her mum said, ‘and, yes, he’s breathing.’

  ‘Thank you.’

  ‘Bad night?’

  ‘Bad morning.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ And then Louise started to laugh. ‘He’s just woken up—can you hear him?’

  Jasmine smiled at the lovely morning sounds Simon made, calling out to anyone who was there, but she was dangerously close to tears a second later as she realised again just how lucky she was.

  ‘Go and have a nice sleep and I’ll see you here for dinner.’

  ‘Thanks, Mum.’

  Her mum could be so nice, Jasmine mused as she drove home. When she had Simon she was wonderful with him. Jasmine completely understood that her mother didn’t want to be a permanent babysitter and she decided that when she woke up she was going to ring Ruby, Vanessa’s babysitter, and maybe get together and see if they could work something out.

  All the drive home she thought very practical thoughts, aware she was a little bit more than tired.

  And upset.

  And confused.

  She parked in the carport and looked over at the beach, wond
ered if a walk might be soothing, but knowing her luck Jed would be running there soon and another encounter with him was the last thing either of them needed now.

  So she showered and tried to block out the day with her blinds, set her alarm and did her level best not to think of those poor parents and what they were doing right now, but even trying not to think about them made her cry.

  And it made her cry too, that she had been here twelve weeks now and Simon’s father hadn’t even rung once to see how he was, neither had he responded to the occasional photo of his son she sent him.

  And then she got to the confusing part and she wasn’t crying now as she went over the latter part of her shift.

  Instead she was cringing as her mind wandered to a man who at every turn bemused her, and then to the kiss that they had shared.

  She hadn’t been kissed like that, ever.

  Their response to each other’s kiss had been so immediate, so consuming that, really, had the intercom not gone off, they’d have been unstoppable, and she burnt in embarrassment at the thought of what Lisa might have come in and found.

  And she burnt, too, because in truth it was a side to him she had known was there—something she had felt the second he had jogged up to her on the beach. Jed was the first man to move her in a very long time, but she had never thought her feelings might be reciprocated, had never expected the ferocity of that kiss.

  And she’d do very well to forget about it!

  They had both been upset, Jasmine decided.

  Angry.

  Over-emotional.

  It had been a one-off. She turned over and very deliberately closed her eyes. Yes, it would be a bit awkward facing him tonight but, hell, she’d faced worse.

  She’d just pretend it had never happened.

  And no doubt so would he.

  She had her whole life to sort out without confusing things further.

  And a man like Jed Devlin could only do that.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ‘MUM!’ SIMON SAID it more clearly than he ever had before, and Jasmine scooped him up and cuddled him in tight the second she got to her mum’s.

  ‘You’re early,’ Louise commented. ‘I said you didn’t need to be here till five.’

  ‘I didn’t sleep very well,’ Jasmine admitted. ‘I’m going to go shopping at the weekend for some decent blinds.’ Not that that was the entire reason! ‘How has he been?’

  ‘Okay. He’s been asking after you a lot,’ Louise said, when Jasmine rather wished that she wouldn’t as she already felt guilty enough. ‘Right, I’d better get ready.’

  Louise appeared a little while later in a smart navy suit, with heels and make-up, looking every bit the professional real estate agent. ‘How did you do it Mum?’ Jasmine asked. ‘I mean, you had evening appointments when we were little.’

  ‘You were older than Simon when your dad left,’ Louise pointed out. ‘Penny’s a good bit older than you and she was born sensible—I used to ask the neighbour to listen out for you. It was different times then,’ she admitted.

  Maybe, but nothing was going to fill the well of guilt Jasmine felt leaving Simon so much and it was only going to get more complicated for him when she added a babysitter to the mix.

  Still, she did her best not to worry about next week or next month, just concentrated on giving him his dinner, and when he spat it out she headed to her mum’s freezer and, yes, there were chicken nuggets. He could eat them till he was eighteen, Jasmine thought, and let go of worrying about the small stuff for five minutes, just enjoyed giving him his bath and settling him, and then got herself ready for work.

  There really wasn’t time to stress about facing Jed, especially when her mum didn’t get back till after eight, and by the time she raced into work the clock was already nudging nine but, of course, he was one of the first people she saw.

  It was a bit awkward but actually not as bad as she’d feared.

  As she headed to the lockers Jasmine met him in the corridor and screwed up her face as she blushed and mouthed the word, ‘Sorry.’

  ‘Me too,’ Jed said, and possibly he too was blushing just a little bit.

  ‘Upset, you know,’ Jasmine said.

  ‘I get it.’

  ‘So it’s forgotten?’ Jasmine checked.

  ‘Forgotten,’ he agreed.

  Except it wasn’t quite so easy to forget a kiss like that, Jasmine knew, because through a restless sleep she had tried.

  So too had Jed.

  He was a master at self-recrimination, had been furious with himself all day, and that evening, getting ready for work, he’d braced himself to face her, to be cool and aloof, yet her blush and her grin and her ‘sorry’ had sideswiped him—had actually made him laugh just a little bit on the inside.

  ‘I got you a present.’ Vanessa smiled as, still blushing, Jasmine walked into the locker room and peered into the bag being handed to her. It was a bottle with ribbons tied to the neck. ‘I think it should be real champagne, but sparkling wine will have to do. You can open it when you’re ready to celebrate.’

  ‘Thank you!’ Jasmine was touched. ‘I’ll have a drink at the weekend.’

  ‘I mean properly celebrate.’ Vanessa winked. ‘You can’t pop that cork till...’

  ‘It will be vintage by then.’ Jasmine grinned.

  It was a very different night from the one before.

  It was quiet and the staff took advantage. Greg, the charge nurse, put some music on at the work station and when at four a.m. there were only a few patients waiting for beds or obs, instead of telling them to restock or reorder, he opened a book as Jasmine and Vanessa checked each other’s blood sugars. They were low enough to merit another trip to the vending machine, they decided. Then they came back and checked each other’s BP.

  ‘It’s so low!’ Vanessa pulled a face as she unwrapped the cuff and Jasmine grinned, proud of herself for keeping her pulse and blood pressure down, with Jed sitting at the station.

  He noticed how easily she laughed.

  She noticed him, full stop.

  Noticed that this time when she cracked open her chocolate he took a piece.

  ‘Do you want your blood pressure checked, Jed?’ Vanessa asked.

  ‘No, thanks.’

  Vanessa pulled a face at his grumpy tone. ‘Do you work on it, Jed?’ It was ten past four, well into the witching hour for night nurses, a quiet night, lights blazing, the humour becoming more wicked. ‘Do you work on being all silent and moody?’

  ‘No,’ he said. ‘I just work.’

  ‘And that beard you’re growing,’ Vanessa pushed as Greg looked up and grinned, ‘is it designer stubble?’

  ‘No,’ Jed said patiently. ‘I went for a run when I got in from work and I was too tired to shave afterwards, and then I overslept.’

  ‘You’re sure about that?’ Vanessa said. ‘You’re sure you’re not a male model on the side?’

  Jed had forgotten those times of late. He hadn’t partaken in chit-chat and fun for a very long time, he’d been too busy concentrating only on work. Maybe he needed a coffee, maybe his blood sugar was down, because he was kind of remembering the harmless fun he had once had at work before it had all become a nightmare.

  He sat there recalling the laughs that had been part of the job and he was almost smiling as Vanessa chatted on. There was such a difference between playing and flirting. Jed had always known that, he’d just forgotten how to mix the two of late, had lost one for fear of the other, but the atmosphere tonight was kind of bringing it back.

  ‘When you go to the hairdresser’s, do you ask them to leave that bit of fringe?’ Vanessa teased. ‘Just so it can fall over your eye?’

  As he turned, Jasmine waited for a frown, for a sharp word, for a brusque put-down, but her smirking
grin turned to a delighted one as he flopped his fringe forward, pouted his lips and looked over their shoulders in a haughty model pose.

  And then as they screamed in laughter and even Greg did too, Jed got back to his notes.

  Enough fun for one night, Jed told himself.

  Except he’d set them off and now they were walking like models.

  Greg was joining in too as he filled in the board, standing with one hand on his hip and talking in deliberately effeminate tones. Jed tried not to smile, not notice as he usually managed to—he had just blocked out this side of Emergency, had chosen to ignore the black humour and frivolity that sometimes descended.

  And yet somehow it was coming back.

  Somehow he was starting to remember that it wasn’t all just about work.

  And Jed knew why.

  It was just that he didn’t want to know why.

  ‘I’m going for a sleep.’ He stood. ‘Call me if anything comes in or at six if it stays quiet.’

  He could hear them laughing as he tried to rest.

  And whatever they were doing it must be funny because he even heard the po-faced nursing supervisor, who must be doing her rounds, start to laugh.

  Jed turned on the white noise machine but still he couldn’t sleep.

  He could do without this!

  * * *

  ‘Morning, sunshine!’ Greg rapped on the door at six, but Jed was awake. He rolled out of bed and brushed his teeth, headed out, took a few bloods and discharged a couple of patients, and wished the place would pick up.

  He got one query appendicitis and one very grumpy old man called Ken Jones. He had a chronically infected leg ulcer, which was being dressed by a visiting nurse twice a week, but he had decided at five-thirty a.m. that it was time to do something about it and had called an ambulance. He was very grubby and unkempt and had his radio with him, which was tuned in to a chat show.

  ‘What’s his blood sugar?’

  ‘Eight,’ Jasmine said.

  ‘You’re taking all your diabetic medication, Ken?’ Jed checked.

  ‘I just do what I’m told.’

  ‘Okay.’ Jed had already carefully examined the man and his leg and he chatted to him for a little while. ‘I’m going to get the medics to come down and have a look at you,’ Jed said, ‘but it might take a while. We’re really quiet down here but I know they’re very busy up on the ward, so you might have to stay with us for a while. And we could look at the dressings nurse to come and have a good look at your wound and maybe try something new.’