The Consultant's Accidental Bride
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Carol Marinelli
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CHAPTER ONE
‘YOU made it, then?’
Slipping into her seat, Leah let out a long, exaggerated sigh before turning to her travelling companion. Glynn hadn’t been exaggerating. He really was heavenly. Superbly cut straight black hair, smoothed back from his tanned face, those stunning navy eyes, smiling as he looked over. To say he was well groomed would be an overwhelming understatement. He’d discarded his jacket, but his cotton shirt was still crisp, and his tie, though loosened, certainly hadn’t been thrown on and Leah felt like a charity advertisement in comparison.
‘I thought I’d missed it,’ Leah admitted. ‘I really thought the plane was leaving without me. I can’t believe they actually let me on.’
‘It must be because you travel light.’
Leah laughed. ‘That’s a first! Normally I need a tow truck for my backpack, but I sent a massive parcel home by sea mail yesterday, otherwise I’d undoubtedly have been on the next flight and paying excess baggage to boot.’
‘Cole Richardson.’ Even his hand was immaculate, Leah thought, beautifully manicured, the glint of a heavy gold watch under a crisp white cuff. But extremely disappointingly, Leah realised as she held out her rather scrawny nail-bitten offering, was the heavy gold band on his ring finger.
‘Leah Jacobs.’ She smiled, mentally scolding herself. As if a guy as effortlessly divine as Cole wouldn’t be taken. Not that she was on the lookout for romance, it was just the mental checklist every half-respectable single girl did when they met a halfway decent man for the first time. Despite her internal sigh, the fact he was wearing a wedding ring actually helped. There was nothing worse than, a few hours in, finding out that the man you’d actually started to like had a wife and nine children at home or even an LSG, as Kathy and she had abbreviated longstanding girlfriend to.
Or in Glynn’s case, a significant other.
No, far better to know from the outset that this was one tree it definitely wasn’t worth barking up.
‘From your accent, I take it you’re from England.’ When she nodded he carried on, ‘So how long have you been in Australia?’
‘A year,’ Leah answered. ‘I’m heading back on Sunday. How about you? Are you on your way home?’
Cole nodded. ‘I’ve been at a medical conference in Cairns.’
‘Ah, yes.’ Leah grinned. ‘Dr Richardson. And from what I remember, you didn’t confirm your flight either.’
She was sure they would have carried on talking but the plane, which had been gently taxiing along the runway, suddenly sprang into life, the lights dimming as the engines started to roar.
‘I hate this bit,’ Leah admitted. ‘I mean, I know it’s the safest form of transport, I know I’ve got more chance of being killed crossing the road and all that.’ She was gabbling now, words spilling out of her mouth as she tried not to think about what was going on. ‘I’m fine once it’s up, it’s just the take-off and landing that sends me into a spin.’
He nodded, turning those lovely eyes to hers, and she waited for a few soothing words to calm her, some tranquil platitude about how he flew all the time, how there was nothing to it, that if the stewards weren’t worried then neither was he…
‘Take-offs and landings are the most dangerous part.’
She blinked back at him, momentarily taken aback by the callous insensitivity of his statement.
‘It’s the truth.’ Cole shrugged, his eyes idly drifting to the window as Leah shrank back in her seat, screwing her eyes closed as the plane lifted into the late afternoon sky.
‘Remind me not to get sick when you’re around,’ Leah muttered, but he must have had ears on elastic because he turned sharply.
‘Excuse me?’
‘We’ll, you’re not exactly sensitive. I bet you’re one of those doctors who reel off every last possible complication before you allow a patient to sign a consent form. I bet you list off all the possible side effects before you hand over a script and are only too happy to remind people about the errors of their ways.’
‘It’s my job.’ Cole shrugged again, then gave a rather tight smile. ‘Why shouldn’t people be informed? Mind you, being an emergency consultant, most of the damage has usually been inflicted long before a patient comes into my care. Still, there’s normally a chance for a bit of patient education.’
Suddenly the wedding ring didn’t matter a jot. Divine he may be to look at, but his wife was welcome to him, the poor woman!
‘We’re up.’ Those navy eyes were smiling now.
‘Oh.’
She’d been so angry she’d forgotten to be frightened, and as the steward wheeled past with the bar Leah thought she’d died and gone to heaven when she was handed a glass with ice and lemon, let alone the hefty gin and tonic that followed a few seconds later. ‘Beats Economy.’ Leah grinned, taking a sip. ‘You have to buzz three times for a glass of water.’
‘Cheers.’ He lifted up his whisky and soda and after his little lecture, Leah was tempted to play him at his own game, to remind him about the perils of drinking, how that one tiny whisky was killing off brain cells as they spoke, but not sure he’d understand her rather offbeat humour, instead she raised her glass and touched it to his.
‘So what do you do?’ Cole asked. ‘It’s only fair you tell me, given I’ve already told you.’
‘I, well, I…’ Leah started, toying with whether or not to tell him. The fact he was an emergency consultant and she was an emergency nurse could only lead to one thing—four hours spent discussing work, which was the very thing she was hoping to forget right now. ‘A bit of this and a bit of that,’ she finished lamely, as Cole looked at her quizzically. ‘I’ve been doing some waitressing, a bit of bar work here and there—enough to save a bit and move on.’ She watched a slight frown begin on his forehead and it irritated the hell out of her. Was he such a snob he didn’t think she merited a seat next to him? ‘I’ve had a ball in Australia, white-water rafting, bungyjumping. There wasn’t exactly time to hold down a responsible job as well.’
‘I’ve just been to a conference,’ Cole responded, and his smile was most definitely derisive. ‘You see, I do hold down a responsible job. So responsible, in fact, that we spent the best part of a week discussing your type and the best way to deal with them.’
‘My type.’ Leah’s jaw clanged downwards. Just who did this man think he was? ‘And what’s my type exactly, Dr Richardson? Are you going to complain to the airline that you were forced to sit next to a lowly waitress and a backpacker to boot?’
‘I don’t give a damn what sort of work you do,’ Cole responded crisply. ‘I was talking about tourists that come here and decided to throw all caution to the wind and engage in the types of activity that no normal person would even consider. The type of person that thinks that just because they’re on holiday no harm will come to them.’
‘And no harm did come to me,’ Leah pointed out, taking a grateful sip of her gin as she recalled her one and only bungy-jump and the utter fear that had flooded her as she’d peered over the edge of the raised platform into the tiny river below, remembering how her legs had shaken convulsively as they’d tied the elastic rope around them, how she’d sworn if she only lived to tell the tale she’d never do something so stupid again.
‘Obviously.’ He gave an on-off smile. ‘But if it had, no doubt it would have been my type left to pick up and somehow try to put back together the pieces.’
A smart reply was on her lips, a really crushing one, just there for the taking, but even as she thought it, her fury died.
Cole Richardson had a point and, as uninvited as his opinion was, it was a valid one.
It was all very well for her alter ego to sit here and argue the merits of scaling walls and jumping off manmade platforms in an eternal search for adrenaline but the real Leah Jacobs was every bit as jaded with the world as the doom-and-gloom merchant sitting beside her.
Every bit as tired of picking up the pieces of other people’s lives.
Leah Jacobs, emergency nurse and Miss Responsible to boot, had burnt out every last piece of emotional reserve after four years in charge of a busy emergency department, had frazzled away every last piece of the cast-iron shield that got emergency nurses through.
This year hadn’t just been a long dreamed-of holiday.
This year had been her saviour.
The rather strained silence that followed was thankfully broken by arrival again of the steward. ‘Something to make your flight a bit more comfortable.’
Leah fell on the little black bag like a child at Christmas. Pulling open the Cellophane in her haste to get to the goodies within, attempts at sophistication dissolved completely as she moaned in pleasure at the little bottles and jars that fell into her lap. ‘Lip balm, moisturiser—oh, and, look, a proper toothbrush, not one of those collapsible ones. Aren’t you going to open yours?’ she asked as Cole tucked his into the seat pouch.
‘I’ve already brushed my teeth, and as for lip balm…’ He gave a vague shrug, then pressed his call bell. Before the light had barely gone on the attentive steward was back. ‘Could I have my eye mask, please?’
‘Certainly, Doctor, but, we’re actually just about to serve dinner.’
Cole shook his head. ‘I’ll have the eye mask now, please.’ And before she even got the words out Cole answered the steward’s question. ‘I don’t want to be woken for meals, thanks.’
And without so much as a goodnight he pushed a button, the chair tilting backwards as he slipped on his mask, not even pulling over himself the fluffy little blanket the steward had returned with, as he effectively dismissed her.
Well, good riddance, Leah thought, casting a ravenous eye over the menu, scarcely able to believe her good luck at being upgraded, though knowing the next leg of her journey home was going to be sheer misery after sampling the delights behind the navy curtain. Still, as annoying as he was, as pompous and opinionated as he had been, she sort of missed Cole as he slept, would have loved to have had someone to sing the praises to about the delicious Australian lamb that was served, the tiny new potatoes and the heavenly chocolate mousse that followed.
Would love to have had someone to sob into her napkin with during the movie as she snuggled into her blanket, his gentle snore not even annoying. Stealing a look, she actually felt sorry for him.
Imagine being so blasé, so used to all this, it didn’t even merit a glance. What was the point in flying Business Class if you didn’t even stay awake for it?
‘We’re here.’
Opening her eyes, Leah attempted to orientate herself, grumbling at the intrusion, snuggling deeper into her warm blanket. If she could have found a snooze button, she’d have hit it. Still, staring into the dark eyes of Cole wasn’t exactly a rude awakening and she smiled sleepily back at him.
‘I fell asleep.’
‘You certainly did,’ Cole agreed.
‘Did I snore?’ Leah checked, and as per usual he didn’t spare her feelings.
‘Like a train.’
‘Welcome to Melbourne,’ the captain broke in, and a long spiel followed about car hire and hotels as Leah blinked a few times, stretching like a cat.
‘Did I miss anything?’ Cole frowned at her question. ‘I mean, did I miss any meals or—?’
‘Just coffee and chocolates.’ Seeing her face slip, obviously enjoying her torture, Cole elaborated in detail as the plane taxied to its designated landing bay. ‘It wasn’t much, just a little mini-box, dark, white and milk chocolate, you know the type.’
‘No, I don’t,’ Leah muttered. ‘And given this is my one and only foray into Business Class, I doubt I ever will.’
‘Here.’ Handing her a box, a smile crept over his impassive face as Leah gave a whoop of joy. ‘I told the steward I’d give it to you when you woke up. I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to miss out.’
The cabin crew were setting up for disembarking now, the seat-belt sign pinging as weary passengers stood up, reaching overhead and pulling out their luggage. As Cole jumped up, Leah suddenly didn’t want the journey to end. There was something about him that enthralled her, something behind that rather arrogant exterior she wanted to explore.
‘Have a safe trip back to England.’ His hand was out again, the gold band flashing its warning light, and Leah purposefully switched off her emotions.
‘Thanks.’ Shaking his hand, she gave him a smile. ‘Sorry about the snoring.’
Have a nice life, she wanted to add as Dr Drop-Dead Gorgeous made his way down the aisle and out of her life, leaving her curiously deflated. Catching sight of his unopened goody bag still sitting in the pouch in front of his seat Leah simply couldn’t help herself. The cleaners would only chuck it out, she assured herself as she reached forward and picked it up. It seemed such a shame to waste it.
‘Forgot my mobile.’
Jumping as if she’d been scalded, Leah thought she’d die of shame as Cole caught her red-handed. ‘Here, I was just picking these up for you. I thought I might see you at customs…’
‘It’s an internal flight,’ Cole pointed out, and she was positive, despite his bland expression, that he was laughing at her. ‘Help yourself.’
So she did!
Still burning with embarrassment, she made her way off the plane along the endless corridor and despite her best intentions she found herself scanning the masses for his dark-suited shoulders. He wasn’t exactly hard to locate as he stood a good head and shoulders above normal mortals, but catching sight of Kathy’s expectant face Leah’s attempt at a temporary diversion faded, the sight of her best friend after all this time overriding the pleasure derived from observing a stranger.
Kathy must have seen her as her hand was waving frantically as she dashed forward, her face shining, every bit the bride-to-be, but Leah realised as Kathy threw herself onto Cole that their brief meeting hadn’t quite ended.
‘Leah,’ Kathy shrieked, discarding Cole and lurching forward. ‘Can you believe you’re here?’
‘Not really.’ Leah laughed, blushing even more as Cole’s questioning eyes turned to her.
‘This is Leah,’ Kathy introduced them, ‘my one and only bridesmaid. This is Cole, the best man, and of course you’ve already met Dale.’
‘The husband-to-be.’ Leah kissed him on the cheek as Cole watched her thoughtfully, her own cheeks scorching with pleasure or embarrassment, she truly couldn’t decide. ‘Are you nervous yet?’
‘Not a bit.’ Dale grinned. ‘So how was the conference, Cole?’
‘Long,’ Cole said with a dry note to his voice.
‘And the flight?’
‘Long,’ he said again, as Leah burned with indignation.
Kathy, oblivious to the tension, shepherded them out of the arrivals lounge and into the late afternoon sun.
‘Isn’t he divine?’ Kathy nudged Leah as the guys walked on ahead, and Leah knew she wasn’t talking about her fiancé!
‘Married,’ Leah pointed out.
‘Widowed.’ Kathy winked, reverting to the type of shorthand best friends did so well, and suddenly Leah’s pulse kicked into overdrive, but even though men, or lack of them, was usually their favourite topic of conversation there was a certain reluctance on Leah’s part to let Kathy know that there was even a hint of attraction.
Kathy’s none-too-subtle attempts at matchmaking could only be embarrassing. And, anyway, Leah reminded herself, she was flying back to England on Sunday and as gorgeous as Cole Richardson might be to look at, he wasn’t exactly a master of smooth talk.
‘Forget it,’ Leah said instead. ‘I sat next to him on the plane and his company wasn’t exactly riveting.’
‘Really?’
‘Really,’ Leah groaned. ‘And, believe me, Kathy. Dr Killjoy doesn’t do a thing for me. If I want to feel like a naughty schoolgirl then I’ll go back to school.’
They were at the car now, but the prospect of a night apart from her beloved Dale had Kathy promptly discarding her manners and she jumped in the front with her fiancé, leaving Cole to lower his six-foot-three frame into the rather cramped back seat as Leah sat rigid, pretending to look out of the window.
‘We seem destined to sit next to each other,’ he said with a thin smile, which Leah returned with an equal lack of enthusiasm, determined not to let him glimpse that he was having any effect on her whatsoever.
‘Did you do any nursing up in Queensland?’ Kathy called from the front seat.
‘No.’
‘Saving yourself for good old London?’
‘You said you were a waitress,’ Cole pointed out as Kathy giggled at something Dale said.
‘I was a waitress in Queensland,’ Leah responded through gritted teeth. ‘I wasn’t aware when you asked what I did for a living that you wanted me to reel off my entire résumé.’
‘I didn’t.’ Cole shrugged, ending the uncomfortable conversation. The rest of the journey was spent rolling their eyes in the back as the happy couple giggled and simpered, and only when they pulled up at a smart town house did Leah and Cole let out long sighs of relief now this embarrassing journey was over.
‘Look after him,’ Kathy said, turning her head for the first time away from her fiancé. ‘No wild parties for his last night of freedom, no shaving off his eyebrows or tying him to the boom gates.’
‘I don’t think Cole would be so irresponsible,’ Leah said with a rather tart edge to her voice. ‘You’ve got nothing to worry about, Kathy.’
Heaven knows why, but the child locks were on in the back and they had to sit through a few uncomfortable minutes as the happy couple said goodbye, and even though they’d be seeing each other the next day, one could have been forgiven for thinking Kathy was waving Dale off to war for all the passion and drama as they bade each other farewell. Mind you, not a lot of talking was going on and Leah and Cole politely stared out of the window for the first half of the performance before finally rolling their eyes at each other.
‘Will it never stop?’ Leah whispered, and Cole’s lips twitched into a smile.
‘Get me out of here,’ Cole mumbled as the windows steamed up.
‘Do you want a chocolate?’ Leah giggled, handing him the box he had salvaged for her.
Finally it was over. Dale opened the rear door and Cole and Leah jumped out as Kathy slid over into the driver’s seat.
‘Enjoy your night in the honeymoon suite.’ Dale grinned.
‘I feel so guilty.’ Leah made a token protest. Kathy and Leah were going to be spending the pre-wedding night glamming themselves up in the honeymoon suite. A two-night deal had been part of the package for booking the reception at the grand hotel, but apart from collecting his cases around eleven p.m. on the night of the wedding Dale wasn’t even going to get his toe though the door. Once the happy couple had been safely waved off, Leah had generously been given the run of the honeymoon suite as well as breakfast in bed. The prospect of such a grand ending to her trip after a year sharing dormitories and rooms in youth hostels was a treat indeed. Any attempt at underplaying it soon ended as she started to laugh. ‘Actually, I don’t feel guilty a bit, just wonderfully spoilt and terribly lucky. Is this your and Kathy’s house?’
‘I wish,’ Dale sighed. ‘Ours still only has half a roof. Hopefully a three-month honeymoon in Europe will give the builders time to finish the renovations. Cole offered me his sofa for my last night of freedom.’ His eyes strayed back to the car, lingering on Kathy for a second too long. Simultaneously Cole and Leah snapped into action, determined that the goodbyes had already been said.
‘Isn’t he gorgeous?’ Kathy said dreamily, staring into the rear-view mirror as the car pulled off. And from the tone of her voice Leah knew that this time the conversation had switched to Dale.
‘Hey, if you want to make it up the aisle in one piece tomorrow, I’d suggest you keep your eyes on the road!’ Leah said quickly, ‘But, yes,’ she added, forcing herself not to turn around for one final glimpse. ‘He is gorgeous.’
Only she wasn’t referring to the groom!
As wonderful as backpacking had been for Leah, as emotionally cleansing and spiritually uplifting as it had been, her time drifting through the red centre and up the east coast of Australia had had its downside.
The mortgage on her tiny yet phenomenally expensive London flat had been taken care of, along with the rates and bills. She’d even paid her little sister to come in and do the occasional dust—preferably after the wild parties she was undoubtedly holding there—but something had had to go and her meticulous budgeting had been to the detriment of her beauty routine.
She wasn’t vain or anything, but waxing, manicuring and a six-weekly trim at the hairdresser’s didn’t really get a look in with the rather frugal budget Leah had set herself.
If ever a major repair job was called for, it was now, but thankfully Kathy had the next twenty-four hours planned down to the last detail in the massive bridal folder she had acquired, which she constantly referred to.
‘Bliss,’ Leah sighed.
Trimmed, plucked, waxed and massaged to within an inch of their lives, they sat wrapped in huge fluffy white robes, their toenails separated by wads of cotton wool, sipping on champagne as the room-service waiter cleared away the remains of a sumptuous dinner.
‘I feel like a muddy old car that’s been through a car wash and come out all vacuumed and sparkling. I just hope that I do that gorgeous dress you’ve chosen for me justice tomorrow!’
‘You honestly like it?’ Kathy checked for the hundredth time.
‘Like it? I love it!’ Leah said firmly, and for the first time in bridesmaid history she wasn’t lying. Even though she’d mentally prepared herself to smile and coo at the undoubtedly horrendous creation, thankfully on this occasion it hadn’t been needed. Leah had long since passed the three-times-a-bridesmaid stage and if she’d learnt anything at all from the experiences it was that no amount of grimacing or subtle suggestions was going to change the outcome. She’d been squeezed into more puffballs than she cared to remember but thankfully at last she was going to walk down the aisle in style. ‘Finally a bride with taste!’ Leah added, as Kathy waddled like a penguin with her damp toenails to the wardrobe and pulled the simple lilac velvet dress down from the wardrobe door again.
‘You’re not just saying that so I won’t get upset.’
‘I promise,’ Leah insisted. ‘How could I not like it? There’s not a sequin or a glimmer of diamanté in sight.’
‘And not a single bow,’ Kath added proudly. ‘Did you manage to find a backless bra?’
‘I did,’ Leah sighed. ‘Though it should come with a user manual. It reminds me of one of those awful sanitary belts from the Dark Ages.’
‘At least you need a bra,’ Kathy moaned, looking down at her rather flat chest.
‘You’re going to look divine.’ Leah grinned. ‘What does your bridal folder say we should be doing now?’
‘Sleeping, though I don’t fancy our chances. I’m so excited I don’t think I’ll get a wink all night.’
‘Come on.’ Pulling back the counterpane, Leah climbed into the massive four-poster. ‘We don’t want to have bags under our eyes tomorrow.’
‘I guess.’ Reluctantly Kathy climbed in. ‘I wonder what Dale’s doing now? You don’t think Cole would have taken him on one last wild night out?’
‘I doubt it,’ Leah muttered. ‘I don’t think Cole would know what a wild night was if it came up and poked him in the eye.’
‘He’s really got to you, hasn’t he?’
‘I just can’t stand those know-it-all types who go around spoiling other people’s fun.’
‘But Cole’s nothing like that,’ Kathy insisted.
‘You didn’t sit next to him on the plane,’ Leah pointed out. ‘You should have heard the lecture he delivered when he found out I’d been bungy-jumping. Talk about kill a conversation dead in two seconds flat.’
‘He’s just a bit straight-laced,’ Kathy relented. ‘Mind you, I can’t say I blame him.’
‘Because he works in Emergency?’ Leah argued. ‘We work in Emergency and we don’t walk around policing everyone, warning them off every tiny risk, every possible side effect.’
‘I didn’t mean that.’ Kathy shook her head. ‘Dale says he’s changed since his wife died. She was killed in some boating accident or something, that’s all I know. Cole never really talks about it. I think it’s just been since then.’
Oh, she’d have loved to have probed, would have loved a bit more insight, but Kathy was yawning now, the day catching up with her, her mind drifting towards her wedding day tomorrow, and Leah knew it was neither the time nor the place.
‘If I don’t get a chance to say it tomorrow, thanks for asking me to be your bridesmaid, for organising the dress and shoes and this wonderful room for me. I feel awful. I’m supposed to be helping you…’
‘You’ll do the same for me when it’s your turn,’ Kathy murmured sleepily, and Leah rolled her eyes into the darkness.
‘You might have to wait a while for me to return the favour.’
‘Are you looking forward to going back? To nursing, I mean.’
There was a long pause, and when Leah finally answered her voice was barely a whisper. ‘No.’ The sharp sting of tears caught Leah unawares and, aghast, she blinked them back. Tonight was about Kathy, not the absolute mess her life was in right now.
‘You’ll be all right,’ Kathy said gently, her voice sleepy. ‘As awful as what happened to you was, it’s not going to happen again. Lightning never strikes twice.’
‘Oh, yes, it does,’ Leah sighed. ‘Remember that guy who came into the department…’ Her voice trailed off, the soft snores coming from Kathy telling Leah she’d lost her audience. Rolling on her side, she stared into the darkness, not even bothering to wipe the salty tears that slid into her hair.
‘Oh, yes, it does,’ she whispered softly.
