Part 2 (1/2)

'I'll get the seat,' Charlie said.

Being unfamiliar with children's safety seats, he made a real hash of it. 'How do you get the blasted thing out?'

Carrie laughed. 'Here.' She gently pa.s.sed Dana to him. 'Move aside I'll do it.'

Charlie felt a funny tightening in his chest as Dana murmured and wriggled in his arms, trying to find the most comfortable position. Her blonde head snuggled into his neck and her hair smelt like toffee-apples.

Carrie removed the seat easily and he indicated for her to precede him. Carrie placed the seat on the ground and opened the front door. She turned and held her arms out for Dana. Charlie pa.s.sed her over gently.

It was such a domestic scene Charlie couldn't quite believe he was in it. Or how...nice it felt. It had an odd kind of pull. But his life was complicated, his head was messed up and she had a child. And he'd probably never see her ever again. They were hardly compatible.

'Well, thanks for this, Charlie. I really appreciate it. It was nice meeting you. I just wish it had been under different circ.u.mstances.'

He chuckled. 'Amen to that.'

Carrie walked through the door and closed it without looking back. She put Dana to bed, trying not to think about the sense of intimacy she'd had when Charlie had handed Dana back. It was insane to think that way. Charlie was gone. The book had shut on their brief encounter. She had a daughter to raise and a career to forge.

She didn't need any Charlies in her life.

CHAPTER TWO.

CHARLIE sat at his desk on Monday morning and drummed his fingers impatiently. He'd slept badly and his first appointment was late. He was annoyed. Just because he ran a drop-in centre, it didn't mean he had time to wait around for nosy hospital administrators.

He picked up the phone and dialled Joe's number. His best friend answered with his usual jovial greeting.

'Deep, philosophical question for you. Is it insane to fantasise about a woman who nearly vomited over you and you had to talk out of a panic attack?'

'And this couldn't wait half an hour?'

'Nope.'

'Is she hot?'

'h.e.l.l, Joe, I said deep.' Charlie laughed. 'We saved a life together. Well...actually, she was a mess but...I can't stop thinking about her.'

'OK, buddy, back up. Tell me the story.'

Charlie relayed the details of the previous night's incident. 'She's so not my type. She looked like a gypsy. She was wearing tie-dye, for G.o.d's sake. You know I prefer pinstripes.'

'Like vile Veronica?'

'Well...yes.'

'Oh, yeah, that turned out so well.'

'Well, it should have.'

'Your ex-wife was a stuck-up cow. Strikes me you could do with a little tie-dye.'

'She has a child. A little girl.'

'OK, stop right there.'

'I know, I know. It's crazy. I shouldn't be thinking like this.'

Joe laughed. 'Relax, Charlie. It's just the celibacy talking, man. In two weeks' time the tests will come back negative and you can get back on the horse. No man can think straight after a year of no s.e.x.'

Charlie nodded. His friend made a very good point. 'Right.'

'Right. So...see you soon?'

'Right.'

Charlie hung up the phone and checked his watch, his thoughts returning once again to Carrie. d.a.m.n it! He drummed his fingers more loudly.

Carrie was late. It was unprofessional and rude. She tried the number again but was blocked by yet another busy signal. Last night's accident had sure thrown a spanner into the works. Having to arrange insurance and quotes and organise a hire car this morning had not been conducive to punctuality. And she'd slept badly, tossing and turning and thinking about Charlie all night.

She stood in front of the drab-looking building that she'd been a.s.signed to and felt uncharacteristically depressed. A faded sign on the front announced it was the Valley Drop-In Centre. G.o.d, I'm tired. She pushed through the mesh reinforced gla.s.s doors and looked around the room.

'Dr Wentworth?' she asked a couple of bored, tatty-looking teenagers. They pointed to a closed door and she approached it briskly. She had a job to do and regardless of her near-death experience last night, she needed to put it aside and concentrate on today. Concentrate. The chipped nameplate said 'Dr Charles Wentworth'. She thought of Charlie and then shook her head disgustedly. Concentrate, d.a.m.n it!

She gave a brisk rap.

'Come in.'

Carrie took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked into the office. She stopped in mid-stride, knowing instantly who the tall rangy man with the s.h.a.ggy downcast head sitting behind the desk was and gave a startled gasp.

Charlie looked up at the noise, his pen stilling in surprise. 'Carrie?'

'Charlie?' A sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. He couldn't be. 'You're Dr Charles Wentworth?' she asked, hoping desperately that he was just there doing some loc.u.m work for the good doctor who she'd a.s.sumed to be years older.

'The very same.' He nodded. Surely she wasn't his appointment? 'And you're...Dr Douglas?'

Carrie nodded, temporarily unable to form words.

Charlie stared in dismay at her smart businesslike suit. Navy blue. Rich, red, silky blouse. Pinstripes. No tie-dye in sight. Pinstripes-h.e.l.l! 'And you're here to...'

She nodded again. 'Audit you.'

The wall clock ticked so loudly in the silence it might as well have been a bomb. Charlie recovered first, ignoring the ominous 'A' word and its implications to the viability of the centre. He'd lived under the cloud of closure since he'd opened the clinic five years ago.

'You're a doctor?' What the h.e.l.l?

Carrie lifted her chin. She'd never had to justify her t.i.tle before and she was d.a.m.ned if she'd do so now. For the next month she was in charge here so it was imperative that she a.s.sert her authority immediately. Having him think less of her qualifications, ones she'd worked long and hard for, ones her parents had worked two jobs and re-mortgaged the house for, rankled. 'Yes, I am.'

Charlie was flabbergasted. He couldn't have been more surprised than if she'd told him she was a hooker. 'A medical doctor?'