The Midwife's Marriage Proposal (3 page)

And Sally had to admit that he was good. Because he'd bothered to spend the time, Angela was now totally relaxed with him, and it was obvious that she trusted Tom implicitly.

‘All right, I think—' Angela sucked in a breath and gave him a weak smile. ‘Not looking forward to the end bit, to be honest. I'm just worried that Sally will leave me and go home if I take too long.'

Sally smiled. ‘I'm not going anywhere.'

Home was Bryony's cottage. A lonely reminder that she didn't actually have anywhere that was hers.

But she'd sort that out, given the first opportunity.

She was off at the weekend and she'd already made arrangements to view a couple of places.

Angela looked at Tom. ‘She's brilliant. So calm. Better than pain relief. Everyone in labour should have Sally.'

Tom looked at Sally and she saw something flicker in his blue gaze. ‘I agree,' he said softly, ‘Sally is very special.'

But not special enough to prevent him from ending their relationship.

Flattened by painful memories, Sally straightened and walked over to the flickering candles that she'd lit earlier in an attempt to help Angela relax.

Tom followed her. ‘You're happy with her?' His eyes were searching and she nodded, looking away quickly from that disturbing blue gaze.

When he'd made love to her she'd always stared into his eyes. Had been unable to take her eyes off him, hypnotized by the wonder of being with Tom. Looking into his eyes had been the only way she'd been able to believe that she'd actually been living the fantasy. That this amazing man had wanted her.

And when he hadn't wanted her any more she'd almost died.

The reduced lighting and his low voice created an atmosphere of such intimacy that she felt the breath lodge in her throat. It was the cruellest reminder of what they'd once shared.

She had to remind herself that they were standing in a delivery room with a labouring woman and she was suddenly tempted to blow out the candles and turn on every fluorescent light in the room.

‘The foetal heart rate is good and she's contracting regularly. No tachycardia or any other signs that her uterus is in any way compromised.'

Tom nodded. ‘Good.'

‘Sally!' Angela's tone was suddenly sharp and panicky. ‘I want to push. All of a sudden …'

Sally was by her side in an instant, Tom forgotten. ‘Don't panic,' she said quietly, reaching for some towels that were warming. ‘I'm going to get you out of the water and examine you again. You weren't even eight centimetres last time we checked so I doubt you've dilated that quickly.'

Angela groaned and clutched the side of the pool, her eyes tightly closed. ‘Can't I stay in?'

Sally glanced at Tom but he gave a slight shake of his head. ‘I'd rather you had this particular baby on dry land.'

Angela gasped. ‘I don't think I can move.'

‘Wait until this contraction has passed and then we'll help you out.'

A few minutes later Angela was lying on the bed, wrapped in a warm dressing-gown.

Sally snapped on a pair of gloves. ‘Don't push,
Angela. I'm just going to see what's happening. I don't want you pushing until your cervix is fully dilated.'

‘I definitely want to push.' Angela gave a gasp and stopped dead, her fingers biting into Sally's arm. Oh …'

Tom frowned. ‘How dilated was she when she went into the pool?'

‘Four centimetres.' Sally examined her carefully and then straightened up. ‘Obviously all that warm water and relaxation did the trick. You're fully dilated, Angela, and the baby is nicely positioned. You can push whenever you like.'

She looked at Tom expectantly, wondering whether he intended to deliver the baby himself, but he gave a shake of his head.

‘Your delivery,' he said softly, a faint smile on his hard mouth. ‘Obstetricians only get involved if they have to, and everything is looking fine from my point of view. But I intend to hang around and watch.'

Just in case something went wrong.

Ignoring that smile, Sally turned her attention back to Angela just as Emma popped her head round the door.

‘Do we have action?'

Angela gave a gasp and her husband stepped forward and took her hand.

‘Go on, abuse me,' he groaned. ‘This is all my fault.'

Angela gave a tired laugh. ‘You can say that again. You and your stupid ideas. “Wouldn't it be great to have another child?” were your exact words.'

‘Next time I say that you have full permission to hit me,' her husband said, his tone full of remorse as he stroked Angela's hair away from her damp forehead. ‘What can I do?'

‘Just be there.' Angela closed her eyes and screwed
up her face as another contraction hit and she pushed. ‘Oh—I never thought it would hurt this much!'

Sally showed her how to use the gas and air properly and Angela breathed in steadily.

Emma was by her side. ‘Do you need me, or are you staying, Mr Hunter?'

‘I want him to stay,' Angela said quickly, her breath coming in pants. ‘Please, Mr Hunter. If something goes wrong, I want you to be there.'

‘Nothing is going to go wrong,' Tom said, his voice deep and reassuring. But he didn't leave the room. Instead, he lifted an eyebrow at Sally and Emma. ‘Well, if I'm becoming a midwife, you'd better give me some instructions.'

‘You can take the baby,' Sally said stiffly, looking away from his disturbingly intense blue gaze and turning her attention back to the mother. ‘Well done, Angela. Won't be long now.'

Angela gave a gasp. ‘Do I need to lie down? I don't want to make it awkward for you.'

‘You can deliver in any position that feels comfortable to you,' Sally assured her, adjusting her own position so that she could see what was happening more clearly.

‘I've got another contraction coming …'

‘It's crowning,' Sally said softly. ‘You're doing so well, Angela. Try not to push now. I just want you to pant. Pretend you're blowing out a candle, that's it—great.'

Moments later Sally had safely delivered the head. She checked that the cord wasn't around the baby's neck and shifted her position slightly. ‘We'll wait for the next contraction, Angela,' she said, ‘and then this baby will be born.'

But it wasn't.

The contraction came and Angela pushed again, but nothing happened.

With a feeling of unease, Sally encouraged Angela to change position but still nothing happened and she was aware that Tom had pulled on a pair of sterile gloves.

He nudged her to one side.

‘I want you to change position one more time for me, Angela.' His voice was confident and reassuring as he explained what he wanted her to do. ‘I need you more upright—that's it. It widens your pelvic outlet. And now I'm going to see if I can give this baby a hand.'

He worked his fingers carefully inside, did something that Sally couldn't quite see and the baby came slithering out into his hands with an outraged yell.

‘You have a son, Angela.' His voice was calm and relaxed. ‘Congratulations.'

‘Oh.' Angela plopped down onto the bed, her expression dazed and delighted. ‘What happened then? What did you do?'

‘I didn't do anything,' Tom said easily, handing her the baby carefully. ‘You did it all yourself. You were brilliant. Does it feel good?'

Angela stared down at the tiny baby in her arms and her eyes filled. ‘Yes.' Her voice was a whisper. ‘It feels great.'

Sally blinked back tears and then cursed to herself as Tom gave her a searching look.

Bother. She always found childbirth emotional but the last thing she wanted to do was show that emotion in front of Tom.

* * *

An hour later, having handed Angela and her baby son over to the nurse from the ward, Sally went and picked up her bag and coat from the staffroom.

She felt totally exhausted.

It had been a long day, but she knew that it wasn't the work that had left her feeling drained.

It was seeing Tom again.

She found deliveries emotional at the best of times, and having Tom working shoulder to shoulder with her on her very first day had left her shaken and tense. What she really needed was to climb. Climbing always relaxed her. It was the degree of concentration required, the knowledge that to allow the mind to wander for one second might result in a fall.

She stared out of the window, acknowledging the dark. It was too late to climb.

So she would need to find another way to escape. She needed to look elsewhere for relaxation and distraction from Tom.

She slid her arms into her coat and made for the door, her whole body tensing when she saw him standing there.

Her defences rose and her chin lifted. ‘Excuse me.'

‘No.' He walked in and closed the door behind him, standing with his back to her only escape route. ‘I won't let you avoid me, Sally.'

‘I can hardly be accused of avoiding you,' she said lightly. ‘I've been working side by side with you for most of the day.'

‘And it's been torture, hasn't it?' His voice was harsh and he breathed in deeply. ‘We need to talk about the past. About what happened between us. And we need to move on.'

‘It was seven years ago. And I've already moved on.' She clutched her bag in front of her like a shield. ‘There is absolutely nothing to talk about. I can barely remember it.'

She shot him a look of pure indifference, one of the many looks that she'd been practising.

‘Is that so?' His voice was soft and his blue eyes narrowed as he surveyed her. He was trying to penetrate that shield but her armour was strong, forged from the burning fires of pain and betrayal.

‘The past is just a memory,' she lied smoothly, ‘and memories are easily forgotten over time.'

‘Well, you may have nothing to say on the subject, but I have plenty.'

‘Then that's your problem, not mine. And now I'm going home. It's been a long day.' She walked up to him and lifted her chin, her eyes flashing into his. ‘Excuse me.'

There was a tense moment when she thought he was going to reach for her, but then the door behind him opened and he was forced to step aside.

Emma stuck her head round. ‘Oh, great, you're still here.' She smiled at Sally. ‘Bryony is on the phone. She said to tell you that she's in the car park if you want a lift home.'

‘Thanks.' Without glancing in Tom's direction, Sally walked confidently out of the room, casting a smile at Emma. ‘See you tomorrow.'

She didn't want to talk to him. Didn't want an intimate conversation. She just wanted him to treat her as a colleague, nothing more.

That was all she could cope with.

T
OM
watched the staffroom door close behind the two women and fought the temptation to put his fist through the window.

He was boiling with frustration, aggravated to the point of explosion by the less than satisfactory exchange with Sally. There were things he needed to say and she wasn't allowing him to say them.

But could he really blame her for that?

He ran a hand over his face and cursed softly. All day he'd been aware of her and it had disturbed his concentration more than he cared to admit.

She'd always played havoc with his emotions.

He prowled over to the window and stared moodily down into the car park, his jaw tightening as he saw Sally opening the door of his sister's car and sliding inside.

He saw a flash of long leg, a glimmer of blonde hair and then she vanished from sight.

For now.

He comforted himself with the fact that Sally Jenner wasn't going anywhere. She'd made the decision to come home so she was obviously planning on staying around. Which meant that he had plenty of time to engineer the conversation he was determined to have.

His mouth tightened as he watched Bryony drive off.

And the first thing he was going to do was talk to his sister.

* * *

Sally settled into her seat and gave a self-satisfied smile. ‘Thanks for the lift. Excellent timing. It's hard to make a dramatic exit on a mountain bike.'

Bryony caught the smile and laughed. ‘From the look on your face, I gather you won that round.'

Sally took a steady breath. ‘Well, I didn't make a fool of myself. You would have been proud of me. I was Miss Cool.'

And somehow she'd managed to pretend an indifference that she hadn't felt.

Seeing Tom had affected her even more than she'd imagined it would.

Bryony waited for her to fasten her seat belt and then drove off. ‘I would have liked to have seen his face when he saw you.'

‘He was shocked,' Sally said softly, recalling the look in his eyes with a slight shiver. ‘And disconcerted, I think.'

‘Never seen my big brother disconcerted about anything before,' Bryony said dryly, shifting gears and slowing down as she approached the exit of the hospital. ‘I wish I could have been there.'

‘Well, fortunately Emma was,' Sally told her. ‘That wasn't a meeting I would have wanted to have in private.'

‘So what did he say?'

Sally moistened dry lips. ‘He wants to talk.'

Bryony paused at the junction, her expression serious. ‘About what?'

‘The past, I suppose.' Her eyes met her friend's and Bryony pulled a face.

‘Well, that was to be expected.'

‘I don't want to talk about it, Bry. It was bad enough when it happened, without reliving it. What can we
possibly achieve by talking about it?' Sally asked hoarsely, pulling her coat around herself with a slight shiver. ‘Can you turn the heating up in this car? It's freezing.'

‘The engine will warm up in a minute,' Bryony said absently, checking the traffic and pulling onto the main road. ‘And you know as well as I do that if my big brother sets his mind on something, he gets it.'

Sally lifted her chin and stared into the frosty darkness. ‘I can be as determined as him.'

In the past seven years she'd discovered reservoirs of strength in herself that she hadn't known existed.

She wasn't the same person who had run for cover when he'd rejected her.

Bryony sighed. ‘I know. Which means we're in for fireworks.' She gave her a sympathetic glance. ‘You may not want to talk, but if it's what Tom wants then, trust me, you'll be talking. He isn't easily distracted when he wants something. You know that as well as I do.'

Of course she did.

It was that same single-minded approach that had made him such a respected obstetrician at such a young age.

Bryony sighed. ‘You'll be fine, Sally. You've put him behind you.'

A long silence greeted her words and Bryony glanced at her friend in consternation. ‘Oh, no, tell me you're not …'

‘No.' Sally's voice sounded croaky and she cleared her throat. ‘No, I'm not. But it was hard, Bry. Really hard. Even harder than I thought it would be.'

And she'd always known that seeing Tom again would be difficult.

Bryony reached out and squeezed her hand. ‘Just take
it a day at a time. What you need is a new love interest. I'm going to find you someone gorgeous to help take your mind off my brother.'

Sally shook her head. ‘No, thanks. I'm better off on my own.'

‘Can I ask you something?' Bryony pulled up outside her old cottage and switched off the engine. ‘Has there been anyone since Tom?'

Sally turned away, her eyes fixed out of the window. ‘Let's just say he was a hard act to follow.' She gave a sigh and then turned to Bryony with a bright smile. ‘But I'm working on it. Truly.'

Somewhere out there was a man who wouldn't seem like second best.

She sat, lost in thought, and the silence stretched into infinity.

Finally Bryony spoke. ‘Are you truly going to be able to move on?' Her tone was doubtful and Sally stirred.

‘I've moved on. I'm home,' she said simply, undoing her seat belt and reaching for her bag. Suddenly she needed to be on her own. ‘Thanks for lending me the cottage. I'll find somewhere of my own soon.'

‘No need,' Bryony said with a frown. ‘Jack and I don't use it any more. We were going to rent it out anyway. Does Tom know you're staying here?'

Sally paused with her hand on the doorhandle. ‘No. He asked where I was living but I dodged the question.'

‘But it isn't going to take him long to figure it out. What if he comes here?'

‘I hardly think he's going to go to those lengths to have a conversation,' Sally said with a faint smile. ‘Goodnight, Bry. Thanks for the lift.'

‘You left your bike at the hospital,' Bryony reminded her. ‘I'll pick you up in the morning.'

Smiling her thanks. Sally let herself into the cottage, flicked on the lights and walked through to the cosy kitchen, feeling the tension in her neck and shoulders.

It had been a hard day. Harder than she'd anticipated.

She'd known that the first meeting would be difficult, of course. Known that seeing Tom would be painful.

She'd expected to feel anger and contempt. Expected to dismiss him with a few well-rehearsed words.

What she hadn't anticipated had been the race of her heart and the kick of her breathing.

Sally made herself a coffee and then sat down at the kitchen table, her hands coiled round the hot mug.

Tom Hunter was still a dangerously attractive man.

But he had no place in her life any more.

She wasn't that careless with her heart.

* * *

Tom sat in his sister's kitchen, tapping long fingers on the table.

‘She'll be home in a minute, but I probably ought to warn you that you're not flavour of the month,' Jack said mildly, opening two beers and handing one to his friend.

Tom drank from the bottle and then banged it down on the table. ‘Did you know Sally was back?'

Jack settled himself opposite, his feet on the table. ‘No. If Bry wanted to keep it from you, she's hardly going to tell me, is she?'

‘You're her husband.'

Jack grinned. ‘And you and I have been best mates since primary school, Tom. Takes more than a woman to come between us, even if that woman is your sister.'

Tom sighed and rubbed long fingers over his aching temples. ‘I wish someone had warned me.'

‘Why?' Jack took a slug of beer. ‘I thought you weren't interested in her anyway.'

Tom reached for his beer. He'd thought that, too.

But seeing her again had unsettled him more than he would have thought possible.

Being on the receiving end of her cool indifference had made him feel as though he'd lost something special.

At that moment the kitchen door flew open and Bryony stalked into the room, her whole manner confrontational.

Tom rose to his feet, his own gaze equally accusing. Ordinarily they were as close as a brother and sister could be, but tonight they glared at each other like enemies.

‘Why didn't you tell me that she was coming back?' Tom's voice was hard and Bryony's gaze was equally hard as she met her brother's eyes.

‘And good evening to you, too, Tom.' She leaned forward and kissed Jack, her expression softening slightly. Then she straightened and shrugged out of her wool coat.

‘You should have told me she was coming back,' Tom snarled, and Bryony lifted an eyebrow, refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous light in her brother's eyes.

‘Why? What reason did I have to believe you even cared? You ended it, remember?'

Colour touched Tom's cheekbones and his jaw tightened. ‘That is none of your business.'

‘It's my business when you expect me to help you smooth the path with her.'

‘I can't change the past.' Tom sat back down in his chair and reached for his beer. ‘And Sally and I need to
move on. We can't do that if we don't have a conversation. We need to clear the air.'

‘You mean you need to make yourself feel OK about what you did.'

Tom tensed, realizing with a considerable amount of discomfort that she was right. His conscience was troubling him. And he had a feeling that a conversation wasn't going to cure his problem.

‘I did what I thought was right at the time.'

‘Right for her or right for you?' Bryony put her hands on her hips, her expression disapproving, and Jack frowned.

‘Bry, this really isn't our business.'

Bryony ignored him, her eyes still on her brother. ‘You drove her away and now you're expecting her to be pleased to see you again.'

‘I'm not expecting that.' Tom cursed softly and ran a hand over the back of his neck. ‘And I didn't drive her away. She left.'

‘Because of you! Because you didn't want her and she couldn't live in this small community alongside a man who'd rejected her. Do you know your problem?' Bryony glared at him. ‘You just can't bear the fact that there's a woman in the world who doesn't think you're God's answer to romance. You broke Sally's heart but you want her to say, “That's fine, Tom.”
Well, it isn't fine!
'

Tom's eyes narrowed. ‘You're being emotional about this.'

Bryony gave a growl of feminine frustration. ‘And you're being ice cold, as usual! Show a modicum of sensitivity here, Tom Hunter! You decided you didn't want her. End of story.'

It wasn't the end of the story.

Not by a long way.

It had been so much more complicated than that.

‘You should have told me she was back.'

‘Why would I do that? I assumed it would be of no interest to you.'

Tom gritted his teeth. ‘Sally and I were together for almost three years, for goodness' sake. Of course I would have been interested in the fact that she was back.'

‘You drove her away, so I assumed her return was a matter of the same indifference to you.'

Tom closed his eyes briefly and muttered something under his breath. ‘Whose side are you on?'

‘Sally's,' Bryony replied sweetly. ‘And if you want my opinion, she should have blacked your eye seven years ago when she found you with that—that—
tart
!'

Jack winced. ‘Sweetheart, you—'

‘Don't
sweetheart
me!' Bryony glared at her husband. ‘Tom behaved horribly to Sally.'

‘I wasn't
with
anyone,' Tom gritted, ‘I went on one date with another woman, that's all! One date and it was after Sally and I had split up. After we'd agreed to see other people.'

‘
You'd
agreed to see other people,' Bryony reminded him coldly. ‘Sally was so devastated she just sat in her flat broken into tiny pieces.'

Tom winced at the description. ‘It was the wrong time for both of us and we were in an impossible situation, Bry, as you would realize if you took the emotion out of it and looked at it logically.'

‘And if you took the logic out of it and looked at it emotionally, you might stand some chance of sustaining a relationship with a woman!' Bryony glared at him.
‘You threw away something really special. You're as bad as Jack!'

‘Hey!' Jack put a hand on his chest, totally affronted. ‘I married you!'

Bryony breathed out heavily. ‘Only because I told you some home truths,' she said bluntly. ‘If I'd left it to you, you'd still be dating half of Cumbria. You were so afraid of emotional involvement I virtually had to tie you up and beat you before you'd agree that you loved me.'

Jack gave her a sexy wink. ‘I'm not sure you should be revealing the details of our bedroom antics to your brother, darling.'

Bryony pulled a face. ‘What I'm saying, as you well know, is that both of you have spent the best part of your adult lives avoiding commitment. Of course Sally doesn't want a conversation with you, Tom. Why would she? You lost that right when you started dating other people.'

Tom sighed. ‘You make it sound like a crime, but we weren't together any more, Bry.'

‘That's right.' Bryony's tone was chilly. ‘You weren't. You left the rest of us to clear up the mess.'

‘I tried to see her, to check that she was all right.'

‘Well, of course she wasn't all right! And she didn't want your pity!'

Tom gritted his teeth and drew in a steadying breath. ‘Do you realize how contradictory you're being?'

Jack groaned out a warning. ‘For goodness' sake, don't tell her that.'

‘Well, on the one hand she's telling me I left her to comfort Sally, and on the other she's telling me that Sally wouldn't have wanted me around anyway.'