A Very Single Midwife

‘Humour me,’ he said as they walked together towards the garage.

Bella sighed and waited for the fireworks. She stepped past a fire-engine red, low-slung, two-door SLR Torana with silver mag wheels and BITE ME splashed across the front windscreen. Scott’s eyes widened as he followed Bella onto the bus.

‘Where on earth did that car come from?’ Scott twisted his neck and screwed up his face in disgust.

Bella settled herself into the seat before she answered and didn’t look across at her passenger. ‘It’s Blake’s car. He moved in today.’ She started the bus’s engine and revved it. It was a diesel engine and she shouldn’t do that before it warmed up, but the motor’s noise successfully drowned out Scott’s reply.

Scott glared across at her. When the engine was back at an idle he tried again. ‘Does Abbey know you now have a male boarder?’

Bella could feel the elevation in her blood pressure. At least she assumed that was what the red mist in front of her eyes meant. ‘Excuse me?’ She turned to Scott and spoke softly but the edge was unmistakable. ‘Perhaps you’d like to trot up to the hospital and tell my sister while she’s breastfeeding. I can’t wait for her to tell you it’s none of her business.’ To reinforce her point she opened the door again and waited.

Scott met her eyes and raised his eyebrows at her reaction. ‘That’s not what I meant, but I’m sorry if I upset you.’

Bella said nothing. The door closed again and she put the bus into gear and drove out of the garage.

Scott held his peace as they drove the circuit but mentally he gnashed his teeth. He couldn’t believe she’d been so reckless and invited some unknown youth into her house. And judging by his car, the boy was loud and a hothead as well. Scott remembered the boy’s pierced eyebrow and tattoo and clenched his fists. If anything happened to Bella he’d grind the pipsqueak into a pulp.

They didn’t talk much during the first trip. There were a few more young adults than last night’s early trip and Bella was kept busy stopping and starting the bus.

By the time they were back at Bella’s house she had calmed down enough to accept she might have overreacted and Scott was being careful.

They almost made it to the next bus run as they talked of ordinary things and then suddenly, as they stood up to leave, it was as if he couldn’t restrain himself. Scott threw in a contentious question.

‘So where does Blake sleep?’ The words hung in the air between them.

Bella blinked and raised her eyebrows. How dared he? ‘That’s funny.’ She tilted her head. ‘I was under the impression that the guests in my house had nothing to do with you.’

She glared but this time Scott stared back without expression and wouldn’t be silenced. ‘It’s not unreasonable for your friends to be concerned if we consider you’ve made an ill-judged decision.’

‘Ah,’ said Bella. The red mist was coming back. ‘Patronising! That’s the Scott we all know and love.’

Scott glared back. ‘Don’t avoid the issue. You’re just asking for trouble. You can’t know anything about this person. What if he tries to break into your room in the night? He could have a criminal record as long as your arm. I’m concerned for you, Bella.’

‘I like him and I trust my instinct.’

‘Abbey trusted her instinct with Clayton Harrows and look where that led both of you.’

‘How dare you?’ Bella couldn’t believe he’d brought her sister’s ex-fiancé into the conversation. She’d just managed to get those memories of her attack back in their box after last night, and he was opening the lid again. She couldn’t believe it. Where did this man get off?

Scott wasn’t repentant. ‘I dare because I care.’

‘So what changed you to care?’ The bitterness in her voice made Scott wince. He couldn’t help the step he took towards her and before he knew it he had her pulled against him.

He looked into her eyes and his voice was barely audible. ‘I’ve always cared!’

She smelt of some herbal shampoo and flowery perfume that triggered the response he’d been fighting against all night, and his body quickened with desire and a stupid jealousy that she believed some twenty-year-old over him.

Oblivious to the tightening of his fingers, Bella tossed her hair and glared back at him. This was a Bella he’d never seen. ‘Big effort, Scott. Be careful, or someone will hear you,’ she taunted. ‘I have to watch what I say in case you run to Abbey with it, like you did when I was eighteen.’

The bitterness in her reply shocked them both. Scott lowered his voice. ‘I “ran to Abbey” to protect you. Don’t you realise? I was twelve years older and you were only eighteen. I couldn’t trust myself.’

‘So what’s changed now?’ This was crazy and needed to stop. Bella could hear the scorn in her own voice and she consciously relaxed her shoulders and attempted to step back.

But it was too late.

Scott pulled her against him and lowered his face. His eyes burned into hers as he captured her chin firmly in his hand so she couldn’t step away again.