St Piran's: The Fireman and Nurse Loveday. Kate HardyЧитать онлайн книгу.
evening, then fetched the butter and tomato ketchup from the fridge.
This was good, Tom thought. A positive step.
Joey buttered the bread while Tom grilled the bacon. Tom carefully laid the cooked bacon on the bread, then looked at Joey. ‘Over to you, Chef.’
Joey squeezed tomato ketchup over the bacon—a bit too much for Tom’s taste, but he’d wash it down with coffee and a smile because no way was he going to reject his nephew’s efforts. ‘Excellent teamwork. High five, Chef.’ He lifted his palm, hoping that Joey would respond.
For a moment, he didn’t think Joey was going to react—and then Joey smiled and touched his palm to Tom’s. Only momentarily, but in Tom’s view it was huge progress from the way things had been. And it gave him hope for the future.
‘Can we see Banjo now?’ Joey asked when they’d finished, his face eager.
‘Once you’ve washed your face and changed your shirt— because they’re both covered in ketchup—and cleaned your teeth,’ Tom said. ‘And I need to wash up the breakfast things. Then we’ll go to the shop on the way.’
‘My singing isn’t that bad, you horrible dog,’ Flora said, laughing as Banjo started barking.
But then he went over to the kitchen door and barked again.
‘Visitors?’ Odd. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and it was too early for the postman. But there was no other reason why her dog would be barking by the front door. She switched off the vacuum cleaner and went to answer the door.
‘Oh—Tom and Joey! Hello.’ She hadn’t expected to see them today, despite telling them the previous evening that they could come round at any time. And it was incredibly early. Barely after breakfast.
‘We wanted to bring you something—didn’t we, Jojo?’ Tom said.
Joey nodded, all wide-eyed.
‘These are for you.’ Tom handed her the biggest bunch of flowers she’d ever seen. ‘We weren’t sure what colour you like, but Joey thinks all girls like pink.’
And there was every shade of pink. Bold cerise gerberas, tiny pale pink spray carnations, even some blush-pink roses.
Flora couldn’t remember anyone ever buying her flowers before—except her parents, on her birthday and when she’d qualified as a nurse—and it flustered her. ‘I, um…’ She felt the betraying tide of colour sweep into her cheeks. ‘Um, they’re lovely. I, um…’ Oh, help. ‘Do you want to come in?’
‘This is for Banjo.’ Joey was carrying what Flora recognised as a squeaky toy bone.
‘Thank you. He loves those.’
Just to prove it, when Joey squeaked the bone, Banjo bounced into the middle of the room, bowing down and wagging his tail to signal that he was ready to play.
Be practical, Flora told herself. Don’t make an idiot of yourself. ‘I’ll put these lovely flowers in water,’ she said. ‘Would you like a coffee?’
‘I’d love one.’ Tom smiled at her, and she felt her toes curl. Which was crazy. She didn’t react to people like that. Anyway, he wasn’t here to see her…was he?
To cover her confusion, she turned to the little boy. ‘Joey, would you like some milk or some juice? ‘
Joey shook his head and continued playing with the dog.
Tom glanced at the vacuum cleaner. ‘Sorry, you were busy.’
‘It’s OK. I was only vacuuming. And you brought me those gorgeous flowers.’
‘It was the least we could do. You were a total star yesterday. We wanted to say thank you.’
He’d brought her flowers to say thanks for helping with Joey. No other reason. She squished the ridiculous hope that he’d bought them for the usual reason a man bought a woman flowers. Of course not. She already knew she wasn’t the kind of woman who could make men look twice; she was way too short, thirty pounds too heavy, and on the rare occasion she wore a skirt it was usually six inches below the knee rather than six inches above. Plus she spent most of her time with a red face, tongue-tied. No way would someone like Tom be interested in her.
As always when faced with a social situation involving adults, she took refuge in practicalities, gesturing to Tom to sit at the scrubbed pine table in the centre of the kitchen, then busying herself arranging the flowers in a vase. Once she’d put them on the table, she made two mugs of coffee, took the remaining brownies from the tin and put them on a plate, then sat down with Tom and slid the plate across to him. ‘Help yourself.’
‘Thanks…’ he smiled at her ‘… but, lovely as those brownies are, I’d better pass. We’ve just had breakfast. Chef Joey there makes a mean bacon sandwich.’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘I assume you grilled the bacon.’
‘But he did the important bit—he buttered the bread and added the tomato sauce.’
Joey clearly wasn’t paying attention to anyone else except Banjo, but then Tom lowered his voice. ‘I’m sorry we turned up unannounced. He told me this morning that he wanted to come and play with Banjo—and it’s the longest sentence he’s said in a month. I feel bad about taking up your spare time, but this was a chance to get through to him. I just couldn’t turn it down.’
‘It’s not a problem,’ Flora said, keeping her voice equally low. ‘I wasn’t doing anything in particular, just the usual Saturday chores.’
‘I don’t want to make things awkward with your boyfriend.’
She felt the betraying colour heat her cheeks again. ‘I don’t have a boyfriend.’ The boys at school had never looked twice at her, she’d never been the partying type as a student nurse, and she knew that she wouldn’t even be on the radar of a gorgeous firefighter like Tom Nicholson. Then a really nasty thought hit her. ‘Is it going to be a problem for your girlfriend, Joey coming here to play with Banjo?’
‘There’s nobody serious in my life—just Joey.’ He smiled wryly. ‘Let’s just say my last girlfriend found it a bit hard to share my time. The way she saw it, I should’ve made my parents come back to England to look after him.’
‘How selfish of h—’ Flora clapped a hand to her mouth. ‘Sorry, it’s not my place to judge.’
‘No, you got it right first time. And she told me that the day after the accident.’ For a moment, he looked grim. ‘Apart from the fact that we hadn’t been dating for very long, it wasn’t a hard choice to make. Joey comes first.’
‘Well, of course he does.’
Tom gave her an approving smile that made her feel as if she were glowing from the inside.
‘I’ve been thinking about your childminder issue. I could help out, if you like.’ The words tumbled out before Flora could stop them. ‘I finish at five, the same time as the after-school club—so I could meet him from there if you like. There’s only me and Banjo to please ourselves, and it’s as easy to cook for two as it is for one, so if you’re out on a shout or something he can have his tea here with me—if you think he’d like that,’ she added swiftly.
Tom looked surprised at her offer. ‘That’s really kind of you,’ he said carefully.
Oh, no. He’d obviously taken it the wrong way. She’d better explain. ‘Look, I just know what it’s like to lose both parents,’ she said. ‘And that wasn’t me trying to—well, you know.’ She blushed again.
Trying to come on to him? From another woman, Tom wouldn’t have been so sure. But with Flora, he knew she was genuine; he hadn’t known her long, but it was obvious that she was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve. She was offering to help because she was kind, because she cared, because she’d lost her own parents and she could understand exactly how