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‘I look a frump.’
She certainly didn’t dress as fashionably as she had before Charlie’s arrival, but no way could anyone call Tess Bailey a frump. He’d once teased his kid sister that she’d manage to look great in a bin bag. ‘Course you don’t. And you’re going to be on the arm of the best-looking man in the hospital.’
She pursed her lips. ‘I thought I was going with you.’
Kieran grinned. That was more like the old Tess—teasing and keeping her big brother in his place. ‘You are. Come on, let’s get Rosemary settled.’
Tess had an enormous list of things to check, but finally Kieran and Rosemary persuaded her out of the door. And when they got to the hospital social club and Tess froze, Kieran slid his arm round her shoulders. ‘You’re going to enjoy this,’ he said, hugging her. ‘And if you’re a very, very good girl, I might even let you buy me a pint.’
‘Oh, you,’ Tess said, but to his relief she let him usher her into the building. They handed over their tickets, Kieran bought them both a drink, and they found a quiet table at the side of the room.
The little room filled, then the hubbub stopped, the lights dimmed and the spotlight lit up the stage.
Kieran’s jaw dropped. Judith looked incredible. She was wearing a little black dress and high heels, her hair was loose, she was wearing just enough make-up for him to notice, and his body went straight into caveman mode. His mind followed. All he could think about was rushing onto the stage, yelling ‘Mine!’ and carrying her off somewhere very private.
And then she started to sing.
Her voice was amazing. Husky and soft. And he felt as if his bones were melting as he listened to her. She looked and sounded like an angel. And he wanted her. Badly.
It was different, tonight, Judith thought. Something was different. She couldn’t put her finger on it but…
And then she glanced round the room and saw him.
Out of his suit and white coat, Kieran Bailey was gorgeous. Dark trousers, what looked like a silk shirt—a mixture of purples and blues and greens. All he needed was the earring and a trace of stubble, slightly longer hair, a hat and boots, and he’d be the perfect pirate.
She almost stumbled over the words of the song, despite the fact that she knew it well. Kieran the pirate king. Carrying her off to have his wicked way with her on his ship. Her libido rose and she panicked inwardly. Please, no. She wasn’t going to let herself fall for him. She wasn’t going to get involved with someone who wasn’t free.
Then she saw the woman sitting quietly at the table with him. Holding onto his arm very tightly, as if to advertise to everyone that he was hers. Like Kieran, she had dark hair, but her skin was much fairer. She was pretty, though she looked slightly tired and washed-out. But, then, Kieran had smelled of baby sick. Clearly they had a young baby. And with Kieran working doctors’ hours, his wife would be doing most of the childcare, taking the brunt of the broken nights.
Hell, Judith thought. Hell and double hell. He was completely off limits. And she’d just have to stay out of his way until she grew out of this crush, or whatever it was.
The problem was, even knowing what she did, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Which made her the biggest bitch under the sun.
She caught Zoe’s gaze and flashed her a look to say, Help!
And Zoe, to her relief, pushed Brad onto the stage. At least singing a duet with her best friend’s husband helped to take her mind off Kieran. Though she was intensely aware of those dark, dark eyes. That beautiful mouth. And the fact that he was staring just as hard at her. That he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
How could he, when he was married—and, even worse, his wife was sitting right next to him? How could he?
Whoever the blond guy was, Kieran decided he didn’t like him. He definitely didn’t like the way the man was singing with Jude. At one point, the man actually put his arm round Jude’s shoulders. Way, way, way too familiar. Kieran had to dig his fingernails into his palms to stop himself snarling, ‘Take your hands off my woman.’
Because Jude wasn’t his woman.
Yet.
‘Are you all right?’ Tess asked.
Oh, hell. He was supposed to be giving Tess a good evening, not drooling over Jude. ‘Fine. Just a bit hungry.’ Maybe his blood sugar was a bit low. Maybe that was why he was feeling dizzy—it had nothing to do with being jealous of the blond guy. ‘Margot said there was a buffet. Shall we go and get something?’
Tess looked slightly nervous, but nodded.
‘Great. Come on.’
But food didn’t help. Even with his back to the stage, he was intensely aware of Judith. And he was sure that she was just as aware of him. She’d looked pole-axed when she’d met his eyes—just for a second, and then she’d gone back into professional singer mode and looked as if nothing had happened.
He was going to have to do something about this.
Like asking her out.
Tomorrow.
CHAPTER THREE (#uba938989-ee7d-59e0-b661-d31b7dad8fe1)
‘MORNING.’ Kieran smiled at Judith.
‘Morning.’ She didn’t return the smile, he noted.
He tried again. ‘I didn’t realise you were so talented.’
She lifted her chin. ‘I beg your pardon?’
‘Last night. I was at your fundraiser.’ She’d caught his eye. Several times. So she knew he’d been there. ‘Your voice is gorgeous.’
‘Thank you.’
She still wasn’t smiling. Maybe she was just tired from last night. He had no idea what time it had finished because he hadn’t been able to stay until the end. Tess had started getting anxious about Charlie and, although Rosemary had reassured her on the phone, Tess had wanted to see her son for herself. No way would Kieran let his sister go home on her own, so he’d left with her. And every step away from Judith had torn at his heart.
‘The guy who sang with you—he was good, too.’ Kieran hoped he didn’t sound as jealous as he felt.
‘Brad? Yeah, he’s cool.’
‘Your boyfriend?’ Oh, for goodness’ sake! He had no right to quiz her like this. It was none of his business.
He just wanted it to be his business.
She frowned. ‘Hardly. He’s my best friend’s husband.’
Good.
When her frown deepened, Kieran had a nasty feeling that he’d just spoken aloud. ‘Good that he helps in the fundraiser, I mean.’
‘Of course he would. His wife started them, about eighteen months ago.’
From her clipped tone, he was aware that he’d said something very wrong, but what? Hopefully he’d be able to smooth things over during their shift, otherwise, it would be a waste of time asking her out tonight. She’d refuse flatly and it would only make things worse between them. ‘I’d better do my rounds.’
‘And I’m due at the antenatal clinic.’
‘See you later, then.’
Her gaze most definitely said, I’d rather not. But what on earth had he done to upset her?
He was still none the wiser at the end of Judith’s clinic, when she knocked on his door. ‘Got a moment?’
Still not as warm and friendly as she’d been on the day they’d met, but maybe if he responded as a professional, she might relax with him again. ‘Sure. Come and sit down. What’s the problem?’
‘One of my mums—Rhiannon Morgan. She missed her eight-week dating scan and now she’s thirteen weeks. But she says she’s had trouble going to the loo. She’s getting cramping and abdominal pains which have been getting worse over the last couple of days.’
‘Could be a UTI.’ Urinary tract infections were very common during pregnancy.
‘I wasn’t happy about the scan. And she’s had some spotting.’
‘Threatened miscarriage?’
Judith shook her head. ‘I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s not right. The angles on the screen were…’ she waved a hand, as if searching for a word ‘…odd.’
‘Have you done a pelvic exam?’
‘No.’
Kieran frowned. ‘It could be a retroverted uterus.’ He drew a quick sketch to show her. ‘You know the uterus is fixed at the cervix but it’s partially mobile, and it’s more likely to move during pregnancy.’
She nodded.
‘Around one in five women have a retroverted uterus—where it’s tipped back instead of forward.’
‘It’s linked with infertility, isn’t it?’
‘Not necessarily. Sometimes it’s associated with endometriosis, pelvic adhesions or ovarian tumours.’ He tapped his pen on the pad. ‘Is this her first baby?’
‘Her second,’ Judith said.
‘It’s more common in women who’ve had a baby before. In pregnancy, the uterus can be tipped back, though it normally returns to its normal position again. If it stays tipped back in the second trimester, there’s a risk that the uterus will get trapped—known as incarceration—though it’s not that common.’ He shrugged. ‘About one in three thousand pregnancies, roughly. You’ll need to do a pelvic exam and check the ultrasound—retroversion sometimes mimics other problems. If you can rule out a UTI or a threatened miscarriage, it might be a malformation of the uterus.’
‘Right.’
Again, that flicker of worry in her eyes. Her instincts had been spot on in the near fortnight he’d been working with her. Why didn’t she trust herself?
Maybe he could do something about that. ‘OK. If it’s a retroverted uterus, what will you expect to find in a pelvic exam?’
Judith concentrated for a moment. ‘Her cervix will be positioned well behind the pubic symphysis, there’ll be a soft, smooth non-tender mass filling the cul-de-sac, and the uterine fundus will be in a posterior position, behind the sacral promontory.’
He nodded. ‘It’s pretty unmistakable. What management would you suggest?’
‘Give her a catheter for twenty-four hours or so, so we can decompress her bladder, and get her to do intermittent knee-chest exercises—that might put the uterus back into the right position by itself.’
‘And if that doesn’t work?’
‘Manipulation.’ She grimaced. ‘Though if you use too much force, there’s a risk of injury to her cervix, or it might distort the uterus or affect the blood flow from the uterus, so it could damage the baby.’
‘Mild to moderate force is fine. She’ll be in the knee-chest position and you’ll need a long Allis clamp—grasp the posterior lip of the cervix.’
She frowned. ‘The anterior lip, surely?’
He raised an eyebrow. Just as he’d expected, she’d picked up his deliberate mistake. ‘Exactly. It’s not a common procedure, Jude. You really know your stuff.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘So that was a trick question?’
‘No. It was an experiment, to prove to you that you know more than you think. Trust yourself, Jude.’
She scowled. ‘I’m not a child.’
‘I know you’re not. What I’ve seen of your work is good, and your instincts are spot on. But you come across—to me, that is, not to the patients—as lacking confidence.’ Which was probably why she’d only recently been promoted to registrar.
Her chin came up. ‘I’m fine.’
‘I know,’ he said, as gently as he could. ‘Look, if you want to talk to me about anything, I’m very good at keeping things secret.’
Oh, yes. She knew that. Like his wife. And his baby. Any other proud father would be showing photographs to the midwives, the doctors and even their new mums. Swapping stories about broken nights and nappies from hell. But Kieran kept his private life so private, anyone would think he was unattached.
Thank God she hadn’t done anything stupid. Like asking him to dinner. Like giving in to the temptation to kiss him.
He didn’t smell of baby sick today. He smelled clean and fresh. All male, with a citrus tang. A scent she liked. A lot.
This really, really wasn’t good.
‘I’m fine,’ she said stiffly.
He raked a hand through his hair. ‘Jude, I don’t understand this. Since I started here, we’ve been getting on well—but today you’re snappy with me.’
If he suggested that she had PMT or something, she’d throw his coffee over him.
Then he surprised her. ‘If I’ve said or done something to upset you, I apologise. Just tell me what it is, so I don’t do it again.’
You’re looking at me, she thought. Looking at me the same way I look at you. Wanting. And knowing I can’t touch. ‘Nothing,’ she said tightly.
‘OK. Well, the offer’s there. If you want to talk, I’m here. But if it makes you feel any better, Bella has a good opinion of you.’
‘Right.’ She swallowed. ‘Well, thanks for the advice. About the retroversion,’ she emphasised.
‘Yell if you need a hand.’
Judith nodded, and left his office, feeling sick to her stomach. He was married. Married. She’d even seen him with his wife. So why, why, why did she still feel that pull towards him?
Maybe she should apply for a transfer. Not to the Hampstead Free: she wanted to get a job on her own merits, not just because her father was the obstetric director there. Or maybe this pull of attraction between Kieran and her would stop. Please, please, make it stop soon, she begged silently. Before either of us says or does something we’ll regret.
When Judith had finished examining Rhiannon and had done a second ultrasound, she was sure that it was uterine retroversion. She explained the condition. ‘Did you have anything like this with your last baby?’ she asked.
Rhiannon shook her head. ‘Not a bit of it. To be honest, because it’s my second, I wasn’t so worried about getting a dating scan done or anything. But I’ve felt so weird, this last day or so…My baby’s going to be all right, isn’t it?’
