Kate knew he was going to kiss her, but was she ready for this?
Was it still too soon? There had been no one else for her since the day she had met Liam, and she still wasn’t sure, was uncertain how she would react, afraid that she would be unable to respond to another man.
But at the touch of Tom’s lips something magical began to take place; whether the result of the moonlight, the wine, or the chemistry between the two of them, she had no idea. But as her lips parted beneath his, and his fingers became entangled in her hair, she found herself not only responding to him, but also becoming acutely aware of the awakening of some long-forgotten desire deep inside.
Dear Reader,
In A Very Special Surgeon, I have returned to the Eleanor James Memorial Hospital—or Ellie’s as staff and patients alike affectionately know it—this time to the busy routine of the obstetrics and maternity department.
I wanted to explore the theme of love a second time around. When a marriage ends, whether in the death of a beloved partner or in divorce, the aftermath can be devastating for the one who is left. Often, the idea of new love can seem a remote possibility, especially when children, struggling to come to terms with problems of their own, are involved. Sometimes, however, love can be right there where it is least expected, just waiting to be discovered.
For Kate Ryan, widowed at a young age, and for Tom Fielding, recovering slowly from a bitter divorce, working alongside one another for years, love, when it comes, is a delightful surprise.
I very much enjoyed writing about Kate and Tom, their respective children and their joyous discovery and I hope you will have as much enjoyment reading about them.
With very best wishes,
Laura MacDonald
A Very Special Surgeon
Laura MacDonald
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ONE
‘MUM, who’s that man? He keeps looking at you.’ Siobhan turned from the bowling lane, making way for her brother Connor to have his turn.
‘What man?’ Kate Ryan, who had been retying the laces of one of her hired bowling shoes, looked up at her daughter.
‘He’s over there—three lanes down. He has a boy and a girl with him. Oh, he’s behind the pillar now.’
‘Oh, well done, Connor,’ called Kate. ‘Another strike. At this rate you’re going to beat me and Siobhan hands down.’
‘Look!’ Siobhan grabbed her arm. ‘There he is, and he is looking at us.’
Kate turned in the direction her daughter was indicating. There was indeed a man in the lane three away from their own, and he did have two children with him—a girl around Siobhan’s age and a boy a little older—but at first glance, in his denims and sweatshirt, it didn’t register with her who he was. When he straightened up after scoring a strike of his own and his gaze met hers, she felt a little shock of recognition. ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘it’s Tom.’
‘You know him?’ said Siobhan.
‘Yes,’ Kate nodded, ‘it’s Mr Fielding.’
‘Tom Fielding?’ Connor looked up quickly. ‘Isn’t he your boss?’
‘Well, he’s head of my department,’ murmured Kate.
‘He’s coming over,’ said Siobhan. ‘I said he kept looking at us, didn’t I?’
He was indeed coming over and Kate found herself tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ears, suddenly conscious that she looked a mess—hot and dishevelled after the energetic game of tenpin bowling—a far cry from how she looked at work in her smart navy blue sister’s uniform.
‘Hello, Kate,’ he said—he usually called her Sister—a rare smile lighting up his face. She had always thought of him as a rather serious man, but that was at work when he was caring for expectant mothers and delivering their babies and he was wearing his white coat or theatre greens. This was now, when he was off duty and relaxing. ‘I thought that was you,’ he added, ‘but I couldn’t be sure.’
‘Hello, Tom.’ She smiled back. ‘Are you enjoying your game?’
‘Very much, although I fear my son, Joe, has beaten us all hollow.’
‘Must be something about sons,’ replied Kate with a laugh. ‘I rather suspect mine has done the same. Have you finished your game?’
‘Yes, we have. How about you?’
‘Mum and I have one more frame each,’ said Siobhan. ‘Go on, Mum,’ she urged.
With a little grimace Kate selected her ball, wishing fervently that Tom Fielding wasn’t standing there watching her. It unnerved her having him there.
‘Oh, well done, Mum,’ cried Connor. ‘It’s a good one. No…not quite…’ he added as only two pins fell. ‘Never mind, better luck with your second ball.’
At last it was over and Kate gave a sigh of relief. As Siobhan bowled her last ball, Tom Fielding’s two children came over to join them.
‘Go on,’ Tom said, turning to them, ‘tell me the worst.’
‘I won,’ said Joe.
‘Now tell me something I didn’t know,’ said Tom with a laugh.
‘You came second,’ Joe added.
‘And I was last,’ said the girl, her mouth turning down at the corners.
‘Don’t worry,’ said Kate, trying to make her feel better. ‘I’m pretty certain I was last as well.’
‘Yes, Mum, you were,’ said Connor with a grin, looking up from checking the scores.
‘Kate,’ said Tom, slipping one arm around the girl’s shoulders, ‘this is my daughter, Francesca. Francesca, this is Mrs Ryan, she’s a sister on the maternity unit at Ellie’s.’
‘Hello, Mrs Ryan.’ The girl looked up at Kate from beneath a mass of dark hair. ‘Do you deliver babies as well?’
‘Yes, Francesca, I do,’ Kate replied.
‘And this,’ said Tom, ‘is my son, Joe.’
‘Hello, Joe.’ Kate smiled at the boy and was thrown slightly by the boy’s rather serious grey eyes that stared back at her, uncannily like his father’s. Solemnly he held out his hand and shook hers. Kate turned to her own children. ‘These are my children,’ she said, ‘Siobhan and Connor.’ Nods and murmured greetings were followed by a slightly awkward silence, as if no one could quite think of what to say next. It was on the tip of Kate’s tongue to ask whether or not Tom and his children came bowling often but mercifully Tom himself saved her from uttering such a banal remark.
‘We were just going for a pizza,’ he said. ‘Would you like to join us?’
‘Oh, no. No, thank you…it’s all right,’ Kate began, suddenly flustered at the thought of such a thing. What would the girls at work say if she told them she’d been eating pizza with the great man himself?
‘Please,’ he said, ‘we really would like you all to join us—wouldn’t we, guys?’ He turned to his children who gave polite nods. Kate glanced at her own children, fully expecting them to be looking awkward and itching to get away from these people who, after all, they’d never met before. Instead, to her amazement she detected an air of if not exactly eagerness then certainly interest.
‘We could go, Mum.’ It was Siobhan who settled the matter. ‘We don’t have to get back straight away.’
‘What about your homework?’ asked Kate weakly.
‘Done it,’ said Siobhan.
‘And Chloe, weren’t you going to ring her?’ Siobhan had nearly declined the bowling trip in order to chat to her friend Chloe, who was away for the weekend, visiting her grandparents.
‘It’s all right,’ said Siobhan airily, taking
her mobile phone from her pocket. ‘I’ll text her.’
‘So, is that settled, then?’ Tom raised his eyebrows.
‘Well, it seems like it.’ Kate smiled. ‘Thank you,’ she added, suddenly worried that it might have seemed obvious that she hadn’t wanted to go. ‘It’s very kind of you.’
‘Not at all,’ he replied. ‘It’s nice for Joe and Francesca to have company. And me, of course,’ he added. ‘I worry sometimes that they find the whole thing a dreadful bore when they come to me for the weekend.’
Kate had been desperately trying to remember what Tom Fielding’s situation was. Now his words had confirmed that, as she had thought, he was divorced and his ex-wife apparently had custody of his two children. ‘I’m sure that isn’t the case but, yes, I do know what you mean—it isn’t easy, being a single parent.’
While they had been talking they had changed from the hired bowling shoes into their own and were heading towards the pizza restaurant at the rear of the vast leisure complex. Siobhan and Francesca seemed to be swapping details about mobile phones while Joe and Connor were so deep in conversation about the intricacies of the game they’d just had, it was as if they’d known each other for years instead of only a few minutes.
After finding a table for the six of them, Tom ordered the pizzas and drinks, and while the children were engrossed with a driving game on a machine in the far corner of the room he slipped into the seat beside Kate. ‘It must have been very hard for you,’ he said quietly, ‘adapting to single parenthood. I haven’t found it easy, but for you it must have been a thousand times worse.’
‘Well, yes, I suppose so,’ she agreed. ‘But on the other hand, I sometimes doubt I would have got through it all if it hadn’t been for the children. They were my reason for living in those awful dark days—they were the reason that made me get up in the morning when it would have been so much easier to pull the duvet over my head and stay in bed.’
‘Your son, Connor—he looks like you,’ said Tom after a moment.
‘Well, yes, at least everyone says he does, although you can’t really see it yourself, can you?’ She turned and looked towards her son. Then, her gaze moving to her daughter, she added, ‘And Siobhan—well, there’s no doubting whose daughter she is. She’s the image of Liam with her colouring, and I have to say she has the fiery Irish temper to match—a sudden flare-up, but then it’s all over.’
‘I only met Liam once,’ said Tom taking a mouthful of his drink.
‘Oh,’ said Kate quickly, ‘when was that?’
‘It was years ago at some do in the hospital social club. I can’t remember what it was exactly—someone leaving, I expect. But I do remember you were there with your husband…’
‘No,’ said Kate slowly, ‘it wasn’t a farewell do. I remember now. It was a New Year’s Eve party and, yes, you’re right, I was there with Liam. And you were there with…with…’
‘With my wife,’ he finished the sentence for her. ‘Yes, you are quite right. A lot of water has flowed under the bridge since then,’ he observed. ‘My divorce…’
‘And Liam’s accident,’ she finished for him when he hesitated.
‘It was terrible what happened,’ he said softly, ‘I was so sorry, we all were…’
‘Yes, I know.’ Kate took a sip of her own drink, gulped and set her glass down. ‘It was one of those chances in a million. Liam had travelled that same stretch of road on his motorbike every night at the same time for years, but on that particular night the road was wet and there just happened to be an articulated lorry on that notorious bend…’
‘He was a fine policeman—I remember reading the reports commending him at the time.’
‘Yes, yes, he was.’ Kate swallowed. It still hurt to talk about Liam even after all this time.
‘How long is it now since—?’
‘Two years,’ she interrupted.
‘Two years?’ He raised dark eyebrows and for a moment Kate was afraid that he was about to add, ‘As long as that?’ People did say that, implying that time flew by, but to Kate the two years since Liam’s death had been the longest of her life. But Tom didn’t say that. Instead, he remained silent, waiting for her to say something more.
‘So…so how long have you been on your own?’ At last she found her voice. She knew it had been some considerable time. There had been gossip and speculation at work, of course there had, but the subsequent events in her own life had overridden everything that had happened or indeed was happening around her.
‘Nearly five years,’ he said.
‘And the children don’t live with you?’ Her gaze wandered to the little group clustered around the game machine—her own two, the dark-haired boy with the serious grey eyes and his younger sister with the pretty name and a face to match.
‘No,’ he said, ‘I’m afraid they don’t. I wish they did but it was decided that it would be more practical for them to live with their mother.’
‘But you do get to see them often?’ There was a touch of anxiety in her voice now, as if she couldn’t contemplate being apart from her own children even for the shortest of periods.
‘Yes,’ he said quickly, almost as if he was trying to allay her fears, ‘yes, I do.’ He stopped, hesitated, then seemed compelled to add, ‘Maybe not as often as I would like but, yes, quite often.’
At that moment the children returned to the table and shortly afterwards their food arrived—huge, deep-pan pizzas with a variety of delicious toppings.
While they were eating Siobhan asked Joe which school he and Francesca attended.
‘We go to Waterhouse,’ he replied, referring to a well-known private school about ten miles outside Franchester. ‘What about you?’
‘Oh, I go to Franchester High,’ Siobhan replied, ‘and Connor is still at junior school—but he’ll be coming to the high school in September, won’t you, Connor?’
Connor, who had his mouth full of pizza, only managed a mumbled reply, which gave no indication whether or not he was looking forward to going to his new school.
Ice cream followed the pizza, and when at last it was time to go Kate found herself amazed that she had enjoyed herself so much. If anyone had told her beforehand that she would be sharing a meal with Tom Fielding and his children she would never have believed them and, indeed, would hardly have relished the prospect of spending part of her precious off-duty weekend with a senior member of the team she worked with.
‘Thank you,’ she said as they walked to the car park together. ‘It was a lovely meal.’
‘Perhaps we’ll see you here again,’ said Joe, as Kate unlocked her rather elderly car. His remark was addressed to them all but his eyes were on Siobhan as he spoke.
‘Yes, maybe.’ Tossing back the wild cloud of her auburn curls, Siobhan slid into the rear seat while Connor scrambled into the passenger seat beside Kate.
They watched as the Fielding family walked to their own vehicle—a new red four-wheel-drive—and Tom activated the central locking system with a remote control.
‘Wow, look at that,’ sighed Connor as the lights flashed. ‘I wish we could have a new car—couldn’t we, Mum? We’ve had this one for ages.’
‘Yes, I know we have,’ Kate replied briskly, ‘but it still goes, it still gets us from A to B, so I don’t see any need to change it.’
‘I know,’ Connor began as the Fieldings waved to them as they drove out of the car park, ‘but it would be cool to have something like that.’
‘We have far more important things to spend our money on than new cars,’ Kate replied firmly as she started the engine.
‘I bet they live in a huge house as well,’ said Siobhan, ‘don’t they, Mum?’
‘Don’t they what?’ asked Kate as she concentrated on joining the traffic on the dual carriageway. The Fieldings’ car was already out of sight.
‘Live in a huge house, the Fieldings?’ Siobhan repeated impatiently.
‘I don’t know.’ Kate shook her head. ‘I don’t know where t
hey live.’
‘But I thought he was your boss. Surely you must know where he lives,’ Siobhan persisted.
‘Yes, Tom Fielding is in effect my boss,’ Kate replied, ‘in that he is the consultant obstetrician on Maternity, but I don’t know very much else about him. Today was probably the most we’ve ever spoken to each other outside work matters. He’s a very private man. I knew he was divorced from his wife but I didn’t know for sure until today that his children live with their mother.’
‘Do they?’
Kate glanced in her rear-view mirror and saw that her daughter’s eyes had rounded in surprise. ‘That’s what he said.’ She nodded.
‘That’s a posh school they go to,’ said Connor. ‘I’ve seen the children from there—the girls have to wear funny hats!’
‘It wasn’t so long ago that boys wore hats to school,’ said Kate, ‘so think yourself lucky.’
‘Boys? Hats?’ Connor turned to his mother in astonishment.
‘Yes. Well, they were caps really, but boys still had to wear them.’
They travelled on in silence, each busy with their own thoughts as they reflected on the unexpected turn of events their weekend treat had taken. When they were almost home Siobhan spoke again. ‘Mum,’ she said anxiously, ‘do you think we will be able to see them again?’
‘I don’t know, darling,’ Kate replied, then truthfully added, ‘although I have to say it doesn’t seem very likely.’
‘Come on, Sue, push! That’s right. I can see baby’s head. Now I want you to pant for a while—just like they taught you at antenatal classes. Yes, that’s right.’ Kate turned to the rather frantic-looking man who sat beside his partner, holding her hand. ‘It won’t be long now,’ she said cheerfully. ‘Probably on the next contraction.’
‘I didn’t know it would be as bad as this,’ he muttered.
‘You think it’s bad?’ gasped Sue Richards. ‘You should try changing places—then you’ll find out what bad is!’ Her face crumpled and turned red then puce as a new contraction hit her.
‘Right, come on, Sue, a really big push now. Go on, yes, that’s right.’ Kate moved aside so that Melissa Holmes, a pupil midwife, could assist her with the birth. ‘You’re doing really well, Sue. Now pant again, that’s right. Ah, the head’s here,’ she said as she gently took the baby’s head, turning it slightly and supporting it as slowly she delivered the baby’s forehead, face and chin. The contraction had subsided now and at Kate’s instruction Mike supported his partner’s back and shoulders so that she could lean forward and see her baby’s head.
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