Seduced By The Heart Surgeon

Zack knew his mother needed to talk and so he forgot about the sniping and let her.

‘Things would be so different if he was still alive. He loved the clinic. Toby and your father had such plans for it. Alice is pregnant again by her new husband.’

He was hardly her new husband, Zack thought. Alice had been remarried for seven years.

‘Mum, she’s allowed to be happy.’

‘She and Toby were so happy, though,’ Judy said. ‘I wanted grandchildren.’

‘I know.’

‘And that’s not going to happen, is it?’

‘No.’

‘Are you seeing someone?’

She asked him the same question every time they spoke and it was always the same answer he gave. ‘No one serious.’

‘Zack...?’

‘What?’ Zack said, and when there was silence he told her the truth. ‘Mum, I won’t be giving you grandchildren.’

Zack was direct, yes. There was no point giving her false hope. The life his parents had planned for him wasn’t the one he wanted. He never wanted to be tied down, not to one person and not to one place.

Zack wasn’t cruel, though.

What he didn’t tell his mother was that Toby had been far from happy with his life.

That was the reason Toby had called him up and asked if he’d join him on a weekend away. There, in the outback, lying by a fire, looking up at the stars, Toby had told him the truth—that he felt stifled, and wanted away, not just from Kurranda and the medical practice but also from his marriage.

Zack had been stunned. He’d thought that Alice and Toby, childhood sweethearts, had been so happy but Toby had told him that, no, things hadn’t been good for a very long while.

It had been a long night spent talking, sometimes seriously, but also they’d shared laughter, not knowing what was to come the very next day.

Toby hadn’t quite taken that secret to his grave, it had been left with Zack. He’d never shared it with anyone and it weighed heavily inside.

‘I really do have to go,’ Judy said. ‘I’d better head over there now in case your dad needs help to organise the air ambulance and things...’ His mother wasn’t a doctor or nurse but she was a huge part of the fabric of the town. She would liaise with the air ambulance and locals and make sure the transfer was seamless. Then she’d have Tara’s parents over for coffee and a meal as they awaited news.

That was who his mother was.

‘Happy New Year,’ Zack said.

Judy made a small huffing noise.

His parents had decided, on Toby’s death and Zack’s failure to settle, that there could be no more happy years.

‘Happy New Year, Zack,’ Judy said, but even that came out with a slight edge. Zack made sure he was happy, that he lived, that he grabbed this rare gift by the throat and got every bit of life out of it.

He’d promised his brother he would.

‘Mum,’ Zack suddenly said. ‘I’ll come home for a visit in April. Tell Dad that.’

‘For how long?’

‘I’m not sure, but I’ll be back to see you both then.’

He ended the call and though he could not stand the thought of living back there, and being in a place where everyone knew your business, it didn’t mean he didn’t love nature and space and the people.

And, though things were strained, he loved his family.

Zack lay on the bed and closed his eyes but he couldn’t unwind. Speaking with his parents always left him feeling like that. The plans his parents had had for him had been set in stone from the day he was born. They just hadn’t thought to consult the baby they had made.

He was to study medicine in Melbourne as his father and brother had done, but even before he had left for the city Zack had known in his heart that he wasn’t coming back.

Tara had known it too.

Of course he remembered Tara.

Not just the hot, sexy kisses behind a barn and sultry outback nights, more he remembered a conversation that had taken place the night before he’d left as they’d lain in each other’s arms. ‘You’re not coming back, are you?’ Tara had asked.

‘You talk as if I’m leaving the country. I’m only going to Melbourne. I’ll be back for the summer breaks.’ Even at eighteen he’d been direct. ‘But, no, I can’t see myself here, Tara.’

‘And I don’t want to be there,’ Tara said. She was a country girl and loved it and neither wanted to change or to change the other.

‘Have you told your parents?’ she asked.

‘I’ve tried,’ Zack said. ‘They don’t understand.’

He was still trying.

And all these years later they still didn’t understand.

Zack went to pour a drink but the half-bottle of wine was empty and he wasn’t a big fan of American beer.

He was about to ring for room service but, still churned up from the conversation with his mother, he pulled on his boots again and took the elevator down, but it only took him to the mezzanine level and he decided to take the escalator down to the bar.

There were people everywhere, all standing on the stairs, and then he found out why.

The wedding.

‘You’ll have to use the elevators if you want to get to the ground floor,’ someone told him, and they sounded annoyed. ‘The escalators and stairs are in use.’

And there was the woman from said elevator, organising the wedding party, telling people to step back or to stand a fraction more to the left.

Zack watched as a gentleman came over to her and whatever she said had him step abruptly back.

Oh, she was a snappy, bossy little thing, Zack thought.