From Brooding Boss to Adoring Dad by Dianne Drake

Author:Dianne Drake
Language: sr
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-08-10T16:32:52+00:00

Davion’s dulcet tones were on the verge of lulling her to sleep. Winding down the evening, sitting off in the corner listening to him sing and going over the budget for the planned renovations, was the perfect ending to a fairly good day. The architects had given her a promising report on how the hospital’s interior refurbishment could be accomplished, she’d actually put three carpenters to work on the cottages she would use for guests of the hospital, visiting medics, parents … She wanted nice accommodations for everyone. That was all part of her plan. Nice ambiance. Everybody comfortable. Her big concern was the beach. In her estimation, it was essential because it had healing properties for the psyche. She remembered all those times her father would rent a cottage on the beach and take her. In her darkest, sickest hours, the beach had seemed so peaceful to her, and looking out over the vastness of the ocean so encouraging with the occasional ship off on the horizon, making its slow way someplace else. Erin had always wanted to be someplace else in those days—someplace where she wasn’t sick. So she’d imagined herself on those ships, traveling to destinations unknown. When she got there, she’d be better, maybe even be cured.

Which was why she needed this beach for her children, because it offered so much hope. Yet she worried about the fact that it was not able to be attended all the time, which made it a danger. Adam, though, had stepped outside his traditional rut and suggested a fence around the hospital itself. Nothing with wire or cement, nothing that looked like it was meant to keep the children in. Rather something fun, asymmetrical, all the colors of the rainbow, except white. And she could see Coulson’s fence in her mind. Amazing colors, maybe island scenes painted on the various pickets by the children. She could even imagine Coulson painting some of those pickets himself … blue.

“Good evening, ma’am Doc,” a tiny voice from outside the open-air bar called, interrupting her thoughts.

She recognized Tadeo’s voice. Was a little surprised to hear it as it was well after ten. But Coulson had said that Tadeo ran around all hours of the night.

“Ma’am Doc,” he called again.

She glanced over at the bar, where Coulson was deep in a medical consult with an older man who seemed to be showing him a pair of very arthritic hands. It was an odd mixture of worlds, but it was her world now. “Good evening, Tadeo,” she said, slipping out into the night. “Shouldn’t you be home, in bed?”

He shrugged. Didn’t say a word.

“Is something wrong?” Her thoughts went immediately to his heart murmur. “Are you sick?” Instinctively, she reached over, felt his forehead. Instincts of a mother, though, not a doctor.

“No,” he said, reluctantly. “Not sick.”

She pulled back her hand, and the doctor in her wanted to check his pulse. But she didn’t, because this was a little boy who felt very guilty about something.

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