The Greek Surgeon by Margaret Barker

Author:Margaret Barker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

STANDING at the cooker, stirring the mince into the fried onions, Demelza could see the relaxed evening stretching ahead of her. Nick and Ianni would be coming up to join her soon. It would be just the three of them round the table and…

Suddenly she put down her spoon at the side of the cooker and pulled the pan off the heat. What was she doing, planning to set up a cosy little family unit? Would Nick feel as if she was trying to take over his personal life? He’d told her that there were too many complications in his life already. But she wasn’t planning to be a further complication. Just someone who was very close to him, mentally and physically. Whenever they were close together, she could feel a strong magnetic pull that told her they were so right for each other, so…

‘Daddy’s in the shower,’ said a small voice.

Demelza turned and saw Ianni outlined in the doorway, with the rays of the setting sun behind him. His hair was still wet from the shower, his feet were bare and he was wearing white cotton pyjamas. He looked like a little cherub.

‘Can I come in, Demelza?’ he said.

‘Of course you can.’

She walked across to meet him and he put his little hand in hers.

‘I’ve got my jimjams on,’ Ianni said solemnly. ‘Daddy said I could wear what I liked, so I thought I’d get into my jimjams so I don’t have to do any more undressing and dressing. It’s such a pain, isn’t it?’

Demelza nodded. ‘I’ve put this dress on because it’s nice and cool for cooking in.’

‘It’s very pretty,’ Ianni said, fingering the lime green cotton. He looked up at her. ‘It sort of goes with your hair. Your hair is pretty, too. Can I touch it?’

She bent down so that Ianni could take a strand between his thumb and finger. ‘What do you think, Ianni?’

‘Did you have to make it this colour with some stuff from a bottle, Demelza?’

Demelza laughed. ‘No, it was this colour when I was born, but I think it’s faded a bit.’

‘My mum’s hair must have faded a lot because she has to keep putting blonde stuff on it. I asked her what colour it really was and she said she couldn’t remember and I shouldn’t be so nosy.’

‘Does Daddy know you’ve come up here, Ianni?’

‘Well…er…’

‘No, Daddy doesn’t know!’ Nick bent his head to come in through the doorway, which hadn’t been made for tall people. ‘You scalliwag! Demelza needs a bit of peace and quiet so she can get on with the cooking.’

‘That’s OK,’ Demelza said quickly. ‘Ianni can help me.’

‘Ooh, yes, please! What can I do?’

‘You can mash these cooked potatoes and make them nice and soft. Here…let’s put some butter on them…That’s fine…Press as hard as you like. You can’t spoil them…’

Demelza turned away from the table where Ianni was now crouching on a chair, bashing on the potatoes with a wide, happy smile on his face. Nick was standing close behind her, a tender expression in his eyes.

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