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‘I guess we have to leave that to Harry,’ Charles said reluctantly, spinning his chair in a one-eighty-degree turn and shrugging as he talked of handing things over to the police. ‘I hate not knowing as much as you do. Harry’s just rung in to say they’re searching the area and I’ll tell him to increase the manpower. To think there’s a kid out there who’s only hours from giving birth…’
‘And she may be suffering from von Willebrand’s disease,’ Cal told him, outlining his concerns.
Charles’s face stilled. ‘So she’s likely to be bleeding. She could be in huge trouble.
‘Von Willebrand’s could be inherited from the father. If indeed I’m right. It’s only that the baby’s bleeding too much, too fast. I’m only guessing the diagnosis here.’
‘Then keep on guessing,’ Charles said heavily, ‘Guess as much as you can and as fast as you can. I want her found.’
‘Right.’ Cal hesitated. ‘Do we move him down to Brisbane?’
‘Not yet,’ Charles said heavily. ‘I’m calling in Hamish from leave. If the mother’s found I want this little one right here, where she has the best chance of bonding with him—or making any decision she needs to make. It’s a risk, but if I can persuade Gina to stay then it’s a risk I’m prepared to take.’
Cal nodded. Hamish, Crocodile Creek’s paediatrician, was out game fishing but it should be possible to call him back. If this base had both a paediatrician and a cardiologist, then it was reasonable to leave this little one here. Good, even.
But would Gina stay?’
‘Charles, I also need to find Gina.’
‘Sure you do, Charles agreed. ‘Get these tests organised, talk to Harry and then go find her. She’s over at the house, out on the veranda.’
Of course. Charles knew where everyone was, all the time.
‘I’ll go, then.’
‘You do that.’
She was alone.
Cal walked out the back door of the doctors’ residence and Gina was sitting on the back step, staring out over the sea.
The old hospital used now as doctors’ quarters and the new state-of-the-art Remote Rescue base were built on a bluff overlooking Crocodile Cove—a wide, sandy beach with gentle waves washing in and out of the gently sloping shallows. In the foreground lay the Agnes Wetherby Memorial Garden. The garden was fantastic—a mass of tropical plants such as the delicately perfumed orchids, creamy, heady frangipani, crotons with their vividly coloured leaves, and more. A wide natural rockpool lay off centre surrounded by giant ferns, and from the veranda Cal could hear the soft croak of tree frogs enjoying its lush dampness.
Beyond the garden was the rock-strewn slope leading down to the beach—thick grassland dotted with moonflowers, their fat leaves looking just like butterfly wings. The sunlight glinted through the garden, the soft wind shifting the dappled shade. It was beautiful.
Gina was beautiful.
He’d thought that the first time he’d seen her, and nothing had changed. Not a thing.
She wasn’t dressed to attract. She never had. Now, in faded jeans, a stained T-shirt that was truly horrible, battered sneakers…
Yep, she was beautiful.
He walked over, sat down beside her and stared out over the sea, as if trying to see what she was seeing. This was a beautiful setting.
‘Sorry.’ She winced and moved sideways. ‘It’s been too big a day. The rodeo. The baby. Surgery. I…I need to find a shower.’
‘You definitely need to find a shower,’ he told her. ‘But it was blood gained in a battle worth fighting. Well done.’
‘Thanks.’
They stared some more at the sea. Trying to figure out where to start. Where was he supposed to start? Surely it was up to her. To do this to him…
She kept her silence. Seemingly it was up to him.
‘Would you like to tell me,’ he said finally into the stillness, ‘just what is going on?’
‘We may just have saved a baby.’
‘Gina…’
‘Sorry.’
‘Is CJ…mine?’
She glanced at him then—and then looked away as if she couldn’t bear to see him. Which was maybe exactly how he’d expect her to feel.
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
More silence.
‘Hell,’ he said at last, and she nodded as if that was no more than she’d expected.
‘I guess it is.’
There was anger building now, an anger so overwhelming it was all he could do to stay still, not to stand up and crash his fist into the veranda pole, not to yell…
Yelling would achieve nothing. He had to stay calm.
‘So.’ He stared out to sea some more, not looking at her, not wanting to look at her. ‘So I got used.’
‘I—What do you mean?’
‘You and your husband used me as a sperm donor.’
‘Cal, it wasn’t like that.’ She turned to him, her face puckering in distress. ‘It wasn’t. I need to tell you…’
‘That’s what it seems like to me,’ he said savagely. ‘You come out here, you say you love me, you con me into taking you to bed—’
Her breath drew in, shocked, stunned. ‘Cal, I never did. I wouldn’t.’
‘And then you leave. You just leave.’ His anger was clearly apparent in his voice and there was no way he could disguise it. ‘You just disappear.’
‘I wrote.’
‘Yeah, and told me that your husband—who I’d thought was no longer in the picture—needed you and you were going back to him. You wouldn’t answer questions. Nothing. And when I tried to phone you—when I eventually found you through your hospital—you wouldn’t talk to me.’
‘I couldn’t answer questions,’ she told him. ‘I just couldn’t.’ Her voice trailed away. ‘I couldn’t bear to.’
‘You couldn’t bear to tell me you’d used me?’
‘Please, don’t, Cal,’ she whispered. ‘It wasn’t like that. You know it wasn’t. What we had was amazing.’
‘Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?’ he said heavily into the stillness. ‘Mind-blowing. It was sex. Was that all it was? Great sex, Gina, followed by pregnancy, and then back to your husband so you can play happy families?’
‘You’re not going to let me explain?’
‘Mom?’ The voice came from behind them. CJ. The little boy stood in the doorway behind the screen door, looking from his mother to Cal and back again. ‘Mrs Grubb said you’ve finished saving the baby. Have you?’
‘Yes, we have, CJ,’ she told him, visibly gathering her wits. As he came through the door she held out a hand to tug him close. Then she gestured to Cal, took a deep breath and performed introductions. ‘CJ, this is Cal. CJ, this is the very special Australian friend I’ve been telling you for about all these years. The man I hoped we’d get to visit while we were over here.’
‘The man with my name?’ CJ asked, and Gina nodded.
‘That’s right.’
‘Hi.’ CJ put out his hand, man to man. ‘I’m Callum James Michelton. I’m very pleased to meet you.’
Callum James.
CJ.
Cal swallowed. His hand was still being gripped so he shook the child’s hand with due solemnity and then released it.
‘My mom says you’re the best doctor in the world,’ CJ told him. ‘And she says you can juggle better than anyone she knows.’
It was hard, getting his voice to work. Cal swallowed again and tried harder. ‘Your mom told you that?’
‘She told me lots about you. She says you’re terrific.’ CJ eyed Cal cautiously, as if he was prepared to give his mother the benefit of the doubt for a while but Cal just might have to prove himself. ‘You’ve got the same colour hair as I have.’
‘Is it the same colour as your dad’s?’ Stupid question. Stupid, stupid question, and he felt Gina flinch, but he’d asked it and now he had to wait for an answer.
‘My dad’s dead,’ CJ told him. ‘He was in a wheelchair and he had black hair and a big scar down the side of his face.’ He sighed. ‘My dad watched TV with me and he read me stories but then he got so sick that he died. I miss him a lot and a lot.’
‘I…I see.’
He didn’t see. There were so many unanswered questions.
‘Are we talking about Paul here?’ he asked—feeling his way—and Gina nodded.
‘That’s right. Paul.’
‘So when you said your marriage was over…’
‘CJ, do you think you could bring me out a glass of water?’ Gina asked, and there was a note of desperation in her voice. ‘Would Mrs Grubb give you one for me?’
‘Sure,’ CJ told her. ‘We’ve made choc-chip cookies with twice the number of choc chips in the recipe ’cos Mrs Grubb let me tip and I spilt them. They’re warm.’ He turned to Cal. ‘Would you like one, sir?’
‘Yes, please,’ Cal managed. ‘Um…call me Cal.’
‘Yes, sir. I mean Cal. I’ll be an aeroplane. I haven’t been an aeroplane all day.’ He was off, zooming along the veranda, arms outstretched.
‘CJ,’ his mother called, and he stopped in mid-flight.
‘Yeah?’
‘This is a hospital and some sick patients might be going to sleep. Do you think you could be a silent glider instead of an aeroplane?’
‘Sure, I can.’ CJ put his lips firmly together. ‘Shh,’ he ordered himself, ‘If you make one loud noise up here, you’ll scare the eagles.’
And off he glided, kitchenwards.
Cal was left staring after him.
‘Great kid,’ he said at last—cautiously—and Gina nodded.
‘Yeah. He takes after his daddy.’
‘Paul…’
‘You.’
He sighed. The anger had gone now. All that was left was an ineffable weariness. A knowledge that somehow he’d been used and somehow this child had been born and there’d been four years of a child growing in his image that he’d known nothing about.
‘Tell me,’ he said.
She shrugged. ‘In a nutshell?’
‘Take your time.’ His voice was heavy. He hardly wanted to know himself. If she didn’t want to tell him…
But it seemed she did.
‘Some of it you know,’ she said, her voice distant now, as if repeating a learned-by-heart story. ‘I told you the bare facts when we first met. That I’d been married and that I was separated.’
‘But—’
‘Just let me tell it, Cal,’ she whispered, and he stared at her for a long minute, and then nodded.
‘I’m listening.’
‘Big of you.’
‘Gina…’
‘I married Paul when I was eighteen,’ she told him, and there was a blankness about her voice now that hadn’t been there before. ‘He was the boy next door, the kid I’d grown up with. We decided to marry when we were twelve. We went through med school together, we were best of friends—and then suddenly he just seemed to fall apart. There’d been huge pressure on him from his parents to become a doctor. To marry. To be successful in their eyes. Maybe I was stupid for not seeing how much pressure he was under.’
‘You weren’t sympathetic toward him when you were here,’ he said, and she nodded.
‘No. I was young and I was hurt. We’d made it as doctors, we had the world at our feet and suddenly he didn’t want any part of our life together. He wanted to find himself, he said, and off he went. And to be honest it wasn’t until I decided to come here…until I met you…that I realised that he was right. We’d been kids, playing at being grown-ups. We’d married for the wrong reasons.’
