PARADISE COVE - 3 BOOK SET: PARADISE COVE SERIES

by Patrice Wilton

  She sighed, and her shoulders slumped in surrender. She couldn’t do what he asked.

  “Leave them be.” Kayla straightened her shoulders, going into management mode. “A few hours won’t matter. Tell me what you need. More towels? Hot water. Help me here. I’ve only seen this done on TV.”

  His brown eyes lit up, and she was struck again by that zing she’d felt at the pool yesterday. He had a wide sensual mouth that looked particularly good spread in a big grin. “Vinegar to treat the jellyfish bites, and tweezers to help remove the tentacles. Sheets to protect your floor. A jug of water. Food. It could be a long day, or night.”

  “Forget the floor. Put that poor woman on the bed. I have an old comforter that I’ll bring and she can lay on that. You can save them both, can’t you? No one is going to die.”

  Something dark flashed across his face. “No one will die.”

  “What kind of doctor are you?”

  “I’m a cardiac surgeon. A specialist. I haven’t delivered a baby since med school.” He shrugged. “But I’m sure I’ll remember enough.”

  She nodded and backed down the hall. “Hopefully, my family will agree to let them stay. But only for a few hours.” She turned and raced to get supplies.

  * * *

  Sean released a long breath. He sure hadn’t expected Kayla’s understanding, figuring he might have to carry Juanita back to his boat and deliver the baby there. The cabin was a hundred times better than the narrow, rocking boat, and it was going to be tricky enough.

  Juanita was delivering two months early, and the woman was both in shock and in poor health. It was obvious that she and the boy were malnourished. The father was wiry, without an extra ounce to spare. He had no idea when they’d eaten their last good meal.

  He told Miguel what was going on, telling him to get his wife comfortable, and then left to make breakfast. It was going to be a long morning and they would all need some nourishment. He made a large pot of coffee, and glanced in his refrigerator, wishing he’d bought a dozen eggs. He had some Egg Beaters, milk, cheese and bread for toast. That would have to do.

  He put the first three items in a bowl, whisked it and had it simmering on the stove when Kayla waltzed back in. She was carrying the comforter, towels, a water jug, and extra sheets and dumped them on the sofa. “Is that coffee I smell?”

  “Help yourself.” He took down an extra cup from the cupboard, and offered her some milk, not having bought cream or sugar. “How did your family take it?” He turned off the back burner, then grabbed some plates and set them near the toaster.

  “They’ve agreed for the moment.” She drank her coffee quickly, then put the cup on the counter.

  “Okay. Thanks. I’ll do my best to keep you from being involved.” He sipped his coffee, studying her. She’d showered and taken off that sports bra and her tight fitting Nike gym shorts. Shame really. He didn’t get to feast his eyes on a body like that every day. She wore a pink Paradise Cottages tee, and jean shorts that came to mid-thigh.

  “What are you looking at?”

  “Sorry, if I was staring,” he answered, lifting his gaze. “Just thinking.”

  “Well think more, and stare less,” she told him. She folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the counter. “I still have some questions.”

  “Go ahead. Ask away.”

  She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I was just wondering how you managed to find them clinging to a hunk of wood in the dark, if the Coast Guard didn’t? And how in the world did you get three people out of the water and onto your boat?”

  “I tossed a life preserver, but when they couldn’t reach it I knew they were in trouble. I jumped in and managed to get Juanita safe. Raul and his dad still had the wood they were clinging to and paddled over to the ladder. When they climbed into the boat, Miguel was able to help me get his wife on board.”

  “How long were they in the water?” she asked, imagining the terror and hardship they’d gone through. It made her shake, just thinking of it.

  “I don’t know,” he answered. “Hours, maybe.”

  She swallowed, and tossed back the hair on her face. “Juanita’s in bad shape. Thank God you’re a doctor. If you weren’t, she’d be in an ambulance right now. Which still seems like not a bad idea.”

  “I understand.” He glanced away. “If she hasn’t delivered soon, I’ll drive them to the hospital.”

  Anna walked in after a quick knock on the cabin door and caught the last part of the conversation. “We will see about that. This is a difficult situation you’ve put us all in. We don’t want to toss them out anymore than you do, but we have too much to lose.” She marched toward the bedrooms. “I brought the vinegar and hot compresses to treat the jellyfish bites. Now where’s the woman?”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Kayla followed her mother down the hall, amazed at the transformation she was seeing. She’d never seen her mother take charge before. Well, not in recent history, anyway.

  “Second bedroom, Mom.”

  Anna knocked on the door. “May I come in?”

  Sean moved past her, and opened the door. “This is your cottage. You can do anything you like, and that includes throwing all of us out.” He paused for a second before moving out of the way. “But I hope you won’t.”

  “Now why would I do a thing like that? I’m here to help, not toss them back into the sea, or that country they came from.” She clicked her tongue as if he were a boy in her schoolroom misbehaving. “Why don’t you take the others to the kitchen and let me examine the woman?”

  “Juanita,” he told her. “Miguel is the husband, and the boy’s name is Raul.”

  “Got it.” She made shooing motions toward the door. “You might be a heart doctor, but sometimes a woman needs the company of other women.”

  Sean looked ready to argue, so Kayla spoke up. “Breakfast is a good idea. I’m sure they’re starving.” She smiled at the boy, noticing he’d stopped shivering beneath the blanket he wore like a cape. “Come Raul. Food.” She indicated putting food in her mouth, and watched his eyes light up, but he didn’t leave his spot next to his mother’s feet.

  Anna sat gently on the side of the bed, touching Juanita’s hand as she said hello.

  Sean watched in silence, then decided to let the two of them have a minute alone. “Miguel, Raul, let’s eat. Ms. Anna is going to watch over Juanita and make her comfortable. “Si?”

  Miguel nodded. “Gracias.” He cupped his hands and lowered his head. “Mucho gusto,” he said with reverence, then backed out of the room.

  Once they were gone, Anna asked Kayla to open the curtains and turn on the lights. “I want to see how far along she is,” she told Kayla. “And to make damn sure that she’ll survive this. I don’t want to be aiding and abetting an illegal and have her go and die on us.”

  “Mom!” Kayla sucked in a breath. “Sean’s a doctor.”

  “A cardiac surgeon is no more familiar with delivering a baby than I am. At least I’ve had some experience, giving birth to three children. Besides,” she added, removing the woman’s ragged clothing, one piece at a time, “I think Dr. Flannigan, if that’s who he really is—has already made up his mind to save this woman and her baby and to hell with the consequences.”

  “Isn’t that risky?” Kayla hated to hear suspicion from her mom, especially because once she had doubted him too. Things had changed and she knew Sean had all of their best interests at heart. “Couldn’t he lose his medical license?”

  “I wasn’t thinking about that.” Her mother lowered her voice. “I meant with the law. Us too.”

  “Are we doing the right thing?” Kayla asked nervously. “I tried to Google it, but I couldn’t find out anything about a rescue at sea. Still, as a doctor, he could do no less. Isn’t there some kind of oath?”

  “Yes, well perhaps it might be better to say that we found them early this morning. Clinging to the pier, or washed ashore.”

  “Mother,” Kayla said with surprise. “
You want to lie to the authorities?”

  “Not lie, exactly.” Anna had the woman draped with a sheet for modesty in no time. “Perhaps you stumbled upon them during your early morning jog?”

  Kayla put a hand to her mouth, smothering a laugh. “You amaze me.”

  “Good.” Anna reached around for the cotton balls on the floor by her feet. “Now get a damp cloth and please wipe Juanita’s face. She hasn’t opened her eyes since I came in.” Her mother used the vinegar to treat the infected areas where the stings were most apparent. “Poor thing has hundreds of bites. Never seen it this bad.”

  “She was awake earlier. She’s sleeping.” They worked together to bring the unfortunate woman some relief. After a few minutes Juanita opened her eyes and was able to answer most of her mother’s questions. Her English was limited and Anna had only studied Spanish a few years in school.

  Somehow the two women communicated, and Anna was able to deduce that her labor had subsided. Her contractions had stopped, and she was frightened, wanting to know if the baby was all right.

  Anna got up and moved to the door. “Dr. Flannigan. May I see you for a moment?”

  Kayla stepped back. Her mother sounded like she was playing a lead role in a soap opera.

  Sean met her in the hallway. Anna took his arm and whispered, “She’s not in labor anymore and is worried about her baby. Is there any way to tell if it’s okay? Still alive?”

  “I have my black bag in the closet. I’ll get it. My scope is inside.”

  “I didn’t see any vaginal bleeding,” Anna spoke quietly. “But I didn’t feel any movement in her tummy either.”

  “I’ll be right back.” Sean strode toward the other bedroom. Kayla helped her mother get Juanita into one of her soft terry cloth robes, then Anna gathered the old clothes to be washed.

  Miguel stood in the doorway watching, Raul by his side. Miguel nodded toward his wife. “Thank you,” he said in broken English. Tears rolled down his cheeks. “Gracias.”

  “You’re welcome,” Anna answered, patting the man on his arm. “She will be fine. Your family, too.” Kayla had never been more proud of her mother.

  Sean returned and Anna smiled. “I didn’t know surgeons carried bags. Thought that was just the basic tool for a physician,” she said pleasantly.

  He colored a little and Kayla found his embarrassment endearing. “It may be “old school”,” he told Anna, “but living on the boat, I feel it’s as essential as any first aid kit.”

  “Well, I’m glad you have it handy,” Anna agreed, stepping out of his way.

  He placed the bag on the bed, and leaned over Juanita. “You’re looking better already,” he said in a reassuring manner. “You have some color back in your face.”

  He put the stethoscope around his neck and indicated her stomach. “I would like to check the baby’s heartbeat,” he told Miguel.

  Miguel repeated this to his wife, who nodded, and untied the robe.

  Sean placed it on her abdomen and moved it around until he heard a steady beat. A big smile spread across his face. “Here it is.” He lifted the earpiece and fitted it over Juanita’s head. “Hear that? Thump, thump, thump. That’s your baby.”

  Juanita’s tears were happy ones as she gestured for Raul to come inside and listen too. Kayla’s heart squeezed and her gaze was drawn to Sean. He’d made this happen. Saved this family—for the moment, at least.

  The three of them left the room, leaving the family alone. Sean turned to Kayla and her mom, and she thought he was going to thank them for their help. Instead he surprised her by saying, “Juanita is out of immediate danger. I think it’s safe to take her to the hospital now, like I said I’d do. I appreciate all that you’ve done.”

  “That’s great news!” Kayla smiled her gratitude and glanced at her mother, who still wore a concerned look on her face.

  “I have some clothes that I can give them,” Anna spoke slowly, thinking aloud. “I’m sure we can find plenty of useful items they’ll need. I’ll go home and take a look around.”

  “I have another idea,” Kayla said, following her mother outside. “We have empty cabins. After Juanita is released from the hospital, couldn’t we offer them a place to stay for a few weeks? Give them a chance to get stronger, and the baby especially, before they need to fend for themselves.”

  “Perhaps,” Anna said, her brow wrinkling. “But likely they have family waiting for them here. That makes more sense than coming across on a raft with his wife seven month’s pregnant and nowhere to go.”

  Kayla nodded, wondering why she was so disappointed. “Agreed. But if they don’t…could they stay?”

  “We will see.”

  “I’m going with them to the hospital,” Kayla said, looking back at the open door. “I’ll help Sean get them checked in. I’ll call you later and let you know what’s going on.”

  “That’s a good idea.” Anna gave her a big wink. “Get to know him better. He seems like a very kind-hearted man. He’s a doctor, you know.”

  “I’m not interested.” Kayla recalled the heat between them and swallowed. “Remember?”

  “You’d be surprised. When you meet someone special, it doesn’t matter if you’re ready. Love finds you.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kayla walked back into the cabin once her mother left. “I’m coming with you,” she told Sean. “We can take the family SUV. It’ll give us more room than your rented Corolla.”

  He nodded.

  “There’s a hospital south of here, the Lower Keys Medical Center. It’s top notch and has a maternity ward.” Sean listened without comment so she continued, “If you can get Miguel and Raul in the shower and find them some dry clothes, I’ll be back in half an hour with the car.”

  “Thanks, Kayla.” He sent her a steady gaze that made her spine tingle. “I appreciate your help.”

  She was glad he didn’t argue about her coming. “Think you can manage?” Kayla smiled at Raul, who watched them with interest. Since he had a full belly, and a roof over his head, the fear in his eyes had subsided.

  Sean told Miguel and his son what they were going to do, and that both of them needed to take a quick shower. Neither of them moved.

  Kayla took Raul by the hand and led him to the bathroom. She turned on the water, waited until the temperature was good and warm, then removed the boy’s shredded shirt. She opened the shower door, handed him some soap, and told him she’d leave him to get clean.

  The boy looked at the water, the soap, and then stepped inside, pants and all.

  She laughed, unsure whether he’d ever had the luxury of a shower before. Shaking her head, she went to the kitchen, where Sean and Miguel sat with cups of coffee. “Raul’s in the shower with his pants on. Sorry, but I’ll leave you to it. I’ll also call the medical center and let them know we’re coming.”

  Miguel rose quickly to take care of his son.

  They watched him leave, then Sean turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “I guess the boy has a lot to learn. Showers are best done naked.” His grin sent her stomach in a whirl. “Good idea, to call ahead. They’re sure to be more familiar with this kind of situation than we are. They’ll know who to notify so we can get the ball rolling.”

  The way he was looking at her gave her that delicious tingle again. She backed toward the door. “I certainly hope so.”

  Eager to escape the warmth of his gaze, Kayla headed back to the cabin to get properly dressed. It might be a long day and she wanted to give the authorities a good impression. That she was responsible, sincere, and that the family would be in capable hands at the resort.

  Kayla chose a sleeveless blouse with a flowered skirt and sandals. She called the hospital, spoke to admissions and explained the situation in detail. They wanted to know who would cover the health insurance, which stumped her for a minute. “Dr. Sean Flannigan, a cardiac surgeon from Boston, was the person who found this family, and I’m sure that he will be responsible. He will be the one admitting the mate
rnity patient.”

  “Very well. Have him bring his identification when he comes, and we will get in touch with the local Cuban Refugee center. They’ll send somebody here to help you.”

  While Kayla got ready, Taylor made a selection of sandwiches and packed them in a cooler, along with bottled water and some fresh fruit. “This is super exciting,” she said, giving Kayla’s arm a squeeze. “Hope the mother will be okay, and that everything works out for the family. They won’t send them back to Cuba, will they?”

  “I don’t think so,” Kayla said. “Sean will make sure that doesn’t happen.” She smiled, remembering the concern, the warmth in his eyes. The skill and patience he’d shown. Admirable qualities. Much better than being a drug runner or selling body parts, she thought with amusement.

  “Yes. Dr. Sean,” Taylor said with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Who knew that would be the secret he was hiding?”

  Just then, Brittany burst through the door with her usual frenetic energy. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder in a messy ponytail, and her white sunglasses were perched on top of her head. “While you were busy at the cabin, I drove to Walgreen’s and picked some stuff up. It’s not much, but the best I could do in a pinch.”

  “Awesome!” Taylor said, putting the cooler by the door.

  Kayla watched as Brit pulled out three cheap T-shirts from the bag she was carrying and three sets of flip flops. The shirts were all touristy, neon colors, with big splashy pictures on the front. The largest one, for Miguel, had a big shark in the middle, the boy’s had a baby dolphin’s head, and Juanita’s had a voluptuous woman wearing a bikini stuck on the front. Big enough to cover a pregnant belly.

  Kayla burst out laughing. “Oh, no. Juanita is seven months pregnant. She can’t wear that!”

  “She won’t be wearing anything except Mom’s robe until she’s out of the hospital,” Brittany said, with a little heat in her voice. “Besides, I thought it was cute.”