Fool's Gold Collection Volume 3: Almost Summer / Summer Days / Summer Nights / All Summer Long

He glanced at her. “I should move into a hotel.”

“No, you shouldn’t. You’re already here and I don’t mind. As I said before, you’re interesting company.”

“If I talk in my sleep, I must be a bit frightening.”

“Not so much. Tell me about some of the places you’ve been.”

“How much detail do you want?”

“As much as you’re willing to give. I’ve never been anywhere.”

“Most people ask about where I’ve traveled to and then their eyes glaze over when I answer.”

She laughed. “Mine won’t. I promise.” She scooted closer. “I’ve always wanted to travel. While I’m interested in the tourist sights, I’ve also always wanted the chance to really explore a place. Settle in for a few weeks and get to know the people.”

“You find other cultures interesting?”

“Of course. There’s so much I assume about the world because of how I was raised. Knowing in my head that everyone has a different life experience is one thing, but actually getting to talk to people, to see life through their eyes, so to speak, fascinates me.”

She drew in a breath and shrugged. “Sorry. I get carried away.”

“Not at all. Your passion is intriguing.”

She shifted so she was sitting cross-legged on the chair. “Tell me about Africa. No, India. What an amazing country. What is Mumbai like?”

“Crowded. Loud. The population is over twelve million, or twenty thousand people per square kilometer. There’s a large immigrant population, of course and a…” His voice trailed off. “Now I’m the one who was carried away. As you can see, I’m not good at casual conversation.”

“Keep talking,” she told him. “I’m interested.”

He studied her for a second, before nodding. “When I go there, I stay at an ashram. A friend of mine runs it. There is a kind of peace in the middle of everything else going on. He comes with me when I visit prospective patients. Parents and their children. His presence calms us all.”

Alistair talked of beautiful sunrises, of sacred cows and the Muslim call to prayers. He mentioned going to South America. A river trip down the Amazon, of glancing into his mirror while shaving one morning to find himself being watched by a jaguar. Of waking up and realizing he was sharing his bed with a python.

“I’m not sure I could keep from screaming,” Paige said.

“I did scream,” he admitted with a grin. “Like a little girl. I horrified nearly five centuries of ancestors. I felt them collectively turning over in their graves.”

They finished the pasta and she brought out fruit and coffee. As they lingered over the table, he talked about the patients he treated and the lives he changed. He showed her pictures on his phone. She saw smiling children with features restored. Happy families, grateful parents.

“Your work is a miracle,” she said, passing him back his phone.

“No. I was given a gift and I use it to help others. It’s nothing so complicated as a miracle.”

“It is to the people you help. Do you get lonely?”

“All the time. I work with a team, but the people on it changes frequently. Different doctors come and go. I tend to stay in a place for six to eight weeks, then move on.”

“Sounds like heaven.”

“It can be.”

“Sara never wanted to go with you?” she asked.

“No. She wanted to stay in her corner of home.”

“I would have been right beside you,” Paige said without thinking, then held up both hands. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not inviting myself along on your next trip.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

She laughed. “You’re very kind.”

“I’m not kind at all. You’re an intriguing woman, Paige. Opening your house to a stranger.”

“A stranger who talks in his sleep.” She studied him. “My aunt would have liked you.”

“High praise.”

“You can’t know that,” she said, but pleased by his statement even so.

“I can guess. You said she gave up everything to raise you.”

Paige smiled at the memory. “She was wonderful. She’d made the decision to become a nun early in life and was a novitiate by the time she was nineteen. After my parents died, she came to care for me, leaving her life as a nun. I still remember her telling me that we were going to learn to be a family together.”

Her smile faded a little. “As a five-year-old, I didn’t understand what a massive transition she must have gone through. She’d never held a job in the ‘regular’ world, although hers was a teaching order, so she was used to a classroom. Still, she had to figure out how to pay bills and manage a household while raising me.”

“Which she did,” he said.

Paige nodded. “With grace and love. Money wasn’t an issue. My parents had planned ahead. There was an insurance policy that paid off the mortgage and left enough to cover our basic needs. Aunt Sophia became a teacher here in town. She was special.”

She loved with all she had, Paige thought, missing the woman who had meant so much to her.

“I was lucky to have her,” she added. “Neither of my parents had any other family. Sophia and I took care of each other.”

As she spoke, she was aware of his blue gaze, steady on her face. And that his blinks were getting longer and slower.

“All right,” she said, coming to her feet. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Alistair’s expression went from sleepy attention to complete awareness in a matter of a heartbeat. For a second, she found herself being studied in a way that could only be called sexual. Tension filled the space between them. For the life of her, Paige wasn’t sure if she should throw herself into his arms or run screaming into the afternoon.

As it was bright and late spring, the latter seemed kind of silly. As to the former…it was an idea she could get used to, she thought.

“Because I was ill,” he said, as if to clarify.

“Right. You haven’t been out of bed this long in days. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m more tired than I would like to admit.” He rose. “First let me help you with the dishes.”

She laughed. “I can manage.”