if Sheena was determined to take him on a trip down memory lane. Wendy. How could he ever forget Wendy? He couldn’t.
‘You were very interested in Wendy when we met ten years ago.’
‘What? How do you know?’
‘You had this twinkle in your eyes. Every time she would come into the room, you would let your gaze rest on her a little longer than usual.’
‘Are you sure you weren’t projecting the way you used to stare at Will? Honestly, the two of you were madly in love. I still don’t know why it didn’t work out. He would never tell me.’
Sheena shook her head. ‘We’re not talking about me and Will, we’re talking about you and Janessa.’ ‘Janessa?’
‘Yes. You have the same twinkle in your eyes now as you did back then. You’re interested in Janessa,’ Sheena pointed out, then paused and tilted her head to the side, her tone a little softer. ‘Whatever happened to Wendy? The two of you were such good friends back then but once my year was up I returned to Australia and sort of lost track of everyone.’
Miles looked down at his shoes for a second and then met Sheena’s gaze. ‘You were right in guessing I was interested in Wendy. I was, so much so that I married her.’
‘What? You’re married?’
‘Widowed.’ The word was spoken softly.
‘Oh, Miles. Oh, I’m so sorry. I … I had no idea.’
He shook his head and touched her hand. ‘It’s fine. She died seven years ago in a train crash.’ It was the night where his life had gone from wonderfully full to horrifically empty. ‘I’ve had a lot of years to work through the different stages of grief.’
‘That may be, but you’re still alone, right?’
Miles nodded. ‘It’s not so bad. I have my work. I have strong bonds with colleagues.’ He thought of his good friend Will Beckman and although he still wondered what had happened between Sheena and Will all those years ago, now was not the time to discuss it. There was no way he could risk a rise in Sheena’s blood pressure simply to satisfy his curiosity. ‘And now I get to hang out with you again so that’s a bonus.’ He smiled and watched as Sheena relaxed back against the pillows.
‘And you get to work with Janessa, too. She’s really quite amazing—don’t let her youthful looks fool you.’
‘Oh, I’ve already learned that lesson.’ He shifted a little farther away from the bed and turned his attention to a large bunch of flowers on the shelf, pretending to be interested, hoping his words came out with the right amount of nonchalance. ‘Janessa, while looking as though she’s barely old enough to drive, has proved she’s more than capable not only of running a hectic NICU but also of putting visiting consultants firmly in their place.’
Sheena laughed. ‘That’s our Nessa. And you like her.’
Miles breathed in deeply, the scent of the flowers reminding him of the sweet scent that surrounded Janessa, before slowly exhaling. ‘I’m … interested,’ he admitted.
Sheena clapped her hands and Miles couldn’t help but smile as he looked at his friend. ‘I knew it. The twinkle is unmistakable. So?’
‘So … what?’
‘So what are you going to do about it?’ ‘Nothing.’
‘Nothing? Miles, how many women have you been interested in since Wendy died?’
He thought for a moment and then shrugged. ‘A few, but nothing serious.’
‘And I’ll bet that none of them have captured your attention so completely and as quickly as Janessa, am I right?’
‘Uh …’ He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling awkward. ‘We don’t need to discuss this, Sheena.’
‘Hey. I’m the human incubator, who lies here day in, day out providing the best care a mother can for her babies, feeling as though I’m trapped in this room while the world keeps spinning without me. Throw me some crumbs, eh?’
Miles smiled at her words. ‘All right, all right. I haven’t pursued anyone since Wendy’s death.’
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