“Dr. Chesne?” A nurse appeared in the doorway. “Are you ready to go back to your room?”
“Yes,” Kate answered. “I think I’d like to sleep.”
“You do look tired.” The nurse glanced at David. “Maybe it’s time you left, sir.”
“No,” said David, suddenly drawing himself to his full height.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not going to leave. Not yet.” He looked long and hard at Kate. “Not until I’ve finished making a fool of myself. So could you leave us alone?”
“But, sir—”
“Please.”
The nurse hesitated. Then, sensing that something momentous was looming in the balance, she retreated from the solarium.
Kate was watching him, her green eyes filled with uncertainty. And maybe fear. He reached down and gently touched her face.
“Tell me again what you just said,” he murmured. “That you have nothing to keep you here.”
“I don’t. What I mean is—”
“Now tell me the real reason you want to leave.”
She was silent. But he saw the answer in her eyes, those soft and needy eyes. What he read there made him suddenly shake his head in wonder. “My God,” he muttered. “You’re a bigger coward than I am.”
“A coward?”
“That’s right. So am I.” He turned away and with his hands in his pockets began to wander restlessly around the room. “I didn’t plan to say this. Not yet, anyway. But here you’re talking about leaving. And it seems I don’t have much of a choice.” He stopped and looked out the window. Outside, the world had gone silvery. “Okay.” He sighed. “Since you’re not going to say it, I guess I will. It’s not easy for me. It’s never been easy. After Noah died, I thought I’d taught myself not to feel. I’ve managed it up till now. Then I met you and…” He shook his head and laughed. “God, I wish I had one of Charlie Decker’s poems handy. Maybe I could quote a few lines. Anything to sound halfway intelligible. Poor old Charlie had that much over me: his eloquence. For that I envy him.” He looked at her and a half smile was on his lips. “I still haven’t said it, have I? But you get the general idea.”
“Coward,” she whispered.
Laughing, he went to her and tilted her face up to his. “All right, then. I love you. I love your stubbornness and your pride. And your independence. I didn’t want to. I thought I was going along just fine on my own. But now that it’s happened, I can’t imagine ever not loving you.” He pulled away, offering her a chance to retreat.
She didn’t. She remained perfectly still. Her throat seemed to have swollen shut. She was still clutching the little box of candy, trying to convince herself it was real. That he was real.
“It won’t be easy, you know,” he said.
“What won’t?”
“Living with me. There’ll be days you’ll want to wring my neck or scream at me, anything to make me say ‘I love you.’ But just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. Because I do.” He let out a long sigh. “So. I guess that’s about it. I hope you were listening. Because I’m not sure I could come up with a repeat performance. And damned if this time I forgot to bring my tape recorder.”
“I’ve been listening,” she replied softly.
“And?” he asked, not daring to let his gaze leave her face. “Do I hear the verdict? Or is the jury still out?”
“The jury,” she whispered, “is in a state of shock. And badly in need of mouth-to-mouth—”
If resuscitation was what he’d intended, his kiss did quite the opposite. He lowered his face to hers and she felt the room spin. Every muscle of her neck seemed to go limp at once and her head sagged back against the chair.
“Now, fellow coward,” he murmured, his lips hovering close to hers. “Your turn.”
“I love you,” she said weakly.
“That’s the verdict I was hoping for.”
She thought he would kiss her again but he suddenly pulled away and frowned. “You’re looking awfully pale. I think I should call the nurse. Maybe a little oxygen—”
She reached up and wound her arms around his neck. “Who needs oxygen?” she whispered, just before his mouth settled warmly on hers.
EPILOGUE
THERE WAS A brand-new baby visiting the house, a fact made apparent by the indignant squalls coming from the upstairs bedroom.
Jinx poked her head through the doorway. “What in heaven’s name is the matter with Emma now?”
Gracie, her mouth clamped around a pale pink safety pin, looked up helplessly from the screaming infant. “It’s all so new to me, Jinx. I’m afraid I’ve lost my touch.”
“Your touch? When were you ever around babies?”
“Oh, you’re right.” Gracie sighed, tugging the pin out of her mouth. “I suppose I never did have the touch, did I? That explains why I’m doing such a shoddy job of it.”
“Now, dear. Babies take practice, that’s all. It’s like the piano. All those scales, up and down, every day.”
Gracie shook her head. “The piano’s much easier.” Resignedly, she stuffed the safety pin back between her lips. “And look at these impossible diapers! I just don’t see how anyone could poke a pin through all that paper and plastic.”
Jinx burst out in hoots of laughter, so loud that Gracie turned bright red with indignation. “And exactly what did I say that was so funny?” Gracie demanded.
“Darling, haven’t you figured it out?” Jinx reached out and peeled open the adhesive flap. “You don’t use pins. That’s the whole point of disposable diapers.” She looked down in astonishment as baby Emma suddenly let out a lusty howl.
“You see?” sniffed Gracie. “She didn’t like your pun, either.”
* * *
A LEAF DRIFTED down from the monkeypod tree and settled beside the fresh gathering of daisies. Chips of sunlight dappled the grass and danced on David’s fair hair. How many times had he grieved alone in the shade of this tree? How many times had he stood in silent communion with his son? All the other visits seemed to blend together in a gray and dismal remembrance of mourning.
But today he was smiling. And in his mind, he could hear the smile in Noah’s voice, as well.
Is that you, Daddy?
Yes, Noah. It’s me. You have a sister.
I’ve always wanted a sister.
She sucks the same two fingers you did….
Does she?
And she always smiles when I walk in her room.
So did I. Remember?
Yes, I remember.
And you’ll never forget, will you, Daddy? Promise me, you’ll never forget.
No, I’ll never forget. I swear to you, Noah, I will never, ever forget….
David turned and through his tears he saw Kate, standing a few feet away. No words were needed between them. Only a look. And an outstretched hand.
Together they walked away from that sad little patch of grass. As they emerged from the shade of the tree, David suddenly stopped and pulled her into his arms.
She touched his face. He felt the warmth of the sun in her fingertips. And he was healed.
He was healed.
* * * * *
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Under the Knife
Copyright © 2015 by Tess Gerritsen
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