Nurse To Forever Mum

Stacey looked at Cody “She seems like fun.”

“That’s not what Alex thought for a while. Now he’d agree with you.”

They continued down the hall.

Uncharacteristic curiosity had gotten the better of her and Stacey had researched the founding of the clinic. After meeting a few people, she’d already figured out the internet didn’t tell the entire story of Maple Island Clinic. Doing the research in person with one of the founders, especially a particularly handsome one, was an invitation to get personal. Taking a breath for courage, Stacey asked, “So how did you and Alex decide you wanted to start this facility? By your accents you don’t come from the same part of the country.”

He looked at her for a moment as if he was deciding whether or not to answer. “We don’t. We met at a conference. Single guys with childcare issues in common. Next thing I knew we were coming up with this clinic idea.” He turned the corner and started down another hall. “I’m originally from California.”

“That makes sense. One coast for another.” That seemed a pretty dramatic move for a specialty surgeon of Brennan’s caliber. Was there more to it than a chance meeting at a conference? Had something else pushed him into the move? She shouldn’t pry further yet she couldn’t stop herself. “Was that a hard sell to your family?”

“No. The girls were so small they were good with it.”

“Your wife?” Stacey winced silently. She had already asked too many questions.

“She was already out of the picture.” His words were flat and final.

Stacey let go a private sigh of relief. He’d closed the door on that subject, slammed it shut.

They walked back to his office in silence. There he said, “I’ll see you in surgery at six in the morning.” Then he literally closed the door in her face.

So much for Mr. Charming.

CHAPTER TWO (#u9abd6a52-b403-5ffa-9579-df82c6aa516a)

TWO DAYS LATER Cody picked up the girls from dance practice. It wasn’t his favorite night of the week because it was always so busy. To make it less stressful he usually took them out to dinner. Tonight they were going to Brady’s Bistro and Bakery for pizza. They all loved the thin slices and best of all he didn’t have to cook.

As often as possible he tried to give the girls nutritious meals. He was trying to make up for the time when they hadn’t had them. By the end of his marriage, Rachael hadn’t cared enough to prepare meals. Every cent she’d been able to get her hands on had gone toward her next fix.

Cody had promised himself that his girls would have home-cooked, locally grown, wholesome food as much as possible. For the most part he’d managed to achieve that. Still, it was nice to get out of the kitchen and concentrate on having more quality time with his kids.

He held the door to the bistro open. The place was full, noisy with the sounds of talking, laughter and dishes rattling. He looked around the space with its red chrome tabletops and yellow chairs covered in plastic. The black and white tile floors added to the fifties vibe.

With a moan and a hunger pang, he resigned himself to the fact they would have to wait. He scanned the dining area with irritation. It wouldn’t be a short wait. Stepping to the left a pace, he searched again. There was a booth with some empty seats. Looking closer, he saw Stacey sitting in one corner of it.

The thought that it wasn’t a good idea to join her was interrupted by Jean’s plaintive announcement, “I’m hungry.”

Cody drew a fortifying breath for reasons he couldn’t put a finger on. They had worked well together over the last few days. Stacey had a great rapport with the patients, could anticipate many of the things he needed done, and she took direction without complaint. Most of all she was friendly and always wore a smile. So why did he have an issue with her? Could it be he found her attractive and that made him uncomfortable? Even if that was the cause of his hesitation, he had an immediate problem to solve that overrode his feelings.

“This way, girls.” He weaved between the tables, glancing back to make sure they were following.

When he reached Stacey’s table she looked up in surprise. “Dr. Brennan.”

“Hey, do you mind if we join you? There don’t seem to be any more seats and the girls are very hungry.”

“Please do.” She waved her hand toward the open places and smiled at the girls.

“Daddy, do you know her?” Jean asked in a suspicious tone.

Lizzy gave Stacey a look of wonder. Finally, she burst out with, “You’re the woman who fixed my bow.”

Stacey smiled. “Yes, I am. You’re Lizzy, right?”

His younger daughter bobbed her head up and down.

“Yes, I know her,” he said to Jean, then looked at Stacey. “And this is Jean.” He placed a hand on his other daughter’s shoulder.

Jean gave Stacey the sulky look that had become her standard greeting to unknown women. His elder daughter was having the most difficulty with the loss of her mother. She could remember Rachael being a part of their lives, but had been too young to understand her mother’s problems.

“Hey,” Jean said belatedly, with zero enthusiasm.

“Hi, Jean. It’s nice to meet you.” Stacey gave her an encouraging smile. “I work with Dr. Brennan...uh...your father. Why don’t you sit over here beside me?” She patted the bench beside her.

Jean offered her father a doubtful look. He nodded and gave her a light nudge of encouragement. Jean slid in beside Stacey. He said to her, “And you can call me Cody.”

Stacey instantly produced the smile that made him want to return one. “Cody it is.”

He appreciated the way she pronounced his name, as if it were a sweet she was tasting for the first time and finding she liked it.

“You go first,” Lizzy said, leaving Cody no choice but to scoot in until he faced Stacey. His knees bumped hers. Their looks caught. “Sorry.”

“No problem.”

His fascination with Stacey’s green eyes was broken when Lizzy scrambled into her spot beside him.

The awkwardness he was experiencing disappeared when Brigid Brady, their waitress today, walked up to the table. “Hi, Jean and Lizzy. Cody.”

Her look lingered on him a little longer than mere politeness allowed, much to his annoyance. More than once she’d made unmistakable overtures. He wasn’t interested in a relationship with her now or even later. He glanced at Stacey. She watched them with a quizzical smile. No, she definitely hadn’t missed Brigid’s extra attention.

“Uh... Brigid, we’d like a medium pepperoni and cheese pizza.” His gaze returned to Stacey. “I’m sorry. Have you already ordered?”

“No. But pizza sounds good.”

“Then make that a large,” he said to Brigid. “And four sodas.” He looked at Stacey again.

“That work for you?”

“It does.”

“It’ll be out in a few minutes,” Brigid said with a huff of disgust in her voice.

As she left a soft chuckle came from across the table. “Charming in and out of the OR, I see.”

He twisted the corner of his mouth and shrugged.

Her attention went to Jean. “I heard you’re a dancer.”

“I take dancing. I’m not very good, though.” Jean stared at the tabletop.