Charlie surprised him with, ‘There’s a chance we might be getting another partner at the centre. A doctor from South Africa has made enquiries and hopes to come and talk to us all next month.’
Marshall sat up straighter.
Charlie continued. ‘She seems very keen. Wants to move to a small town rather than a city.’
It was as though a door had slammed in his face. That partnership had been offered to him. Didn’t matter that he’d turned it down. ‘Brendon will be pleased if she buys in. Give him plenty of time to go fishing then.’
‘We’ll be eating trout every day of the week.’ Her smile didn’t override the sadness darkening her eyes.
‘Charlie? You’re not keen on this South African doctor?’
She shrugged. ‘Won’t know until I meet her. Sorry, but I’ve got to put Aimee to bed.’ Charlie started to push away from the table her laptop was on.
‘Wait. You’ve been crying. Why?’ Why wasn’t he there with her? ‘Talk to me, babe.’
At first he thought she’d shut down on him but slowly she returned to her chair. ‘Keisha’s results came back today.’
His blood ran cold. ‘That bad?’ He pictured that lovely woman who’d come to see Charlie while he’d been there. A person didn’t have to be in a war zone for a grenade to be lobbed at them.
Charlie’s head dipped. ‘Yeah. It’s aggressive. The treatment starts very soon and will be tough on her.’ Her lips trembled and she began blinking back tears. ‘Those poor little boys, Marshall. They need their mum. They’re too little to be facing this.’
And Charlie needed someone to hold her, a shoulder to let all the pain out on. Because although she would be hurting for Keisha and her family, Charlie was also reliving her own pain and fear from her own cancer experience, and possibly for the loss of her mother.
‘Babe,’ he whispered as he put his hand on the screen. ‘Put your hand on mine, Charlie. I’m sending my love. You know I love you, right? You can deal with this. We can deal with it. I’m here for you.’ Yeah, and he should be there for her.
Her eyes met his as her hand touched her screen. ‘Thank you.’ Her voice shook. ‘Maybe I’m not cut out for doctoring in my home town. It’s harder than in a hospital where the patients aren’t people I went to school with, sailed or cycled with.’
‘You do a fabulous job. I bet Keisha would prefer you as her GP right now than anyone else.’ He always felt a kinship with the men he treated in the army. He knew them, their families and what they were hoping for.
Just like a GP.
Her smile was wobbly but it was a smile. ‘Yeah, you might be right.’
‘Of course I’m right.’ He grinned. ‘Who wants to talk about something as serious as this with a doctor they don’t know well?’
‘Keisha knows I’ve been through it so she’s asking some hard questions.’
‘You’ve got the answers for her. You won’t be saying things that are blatantly untrue.’ His grin wavered. He mightn’t have been injured in war but he certainly understood the fear of being taken out by a sharpshooter.
He and Charlie weren’t that different in their careers. Could he swap location? Change his uniform for an open-necked shirt and slacks? Get weekends off even?
Because he owed Charlie his allegiance more than he owed it to the army. Thank you, Karen.
In the background Aimee squealed. Charlie looked disappointed. ‘I’d better go. Teddy’s spilled his dinner and is in danger of being stuffed into the dishwasher. Can we do this again? Soon?’
‘How about tomorrow?’ He didn’t want her to go. Could have talked to her all night. Tomorrow—a full twenty-four hours away. How could he wait that long?
‘Tomorrow’s good. I haven’t heard anything about what you’ve been up to yet. Love you.’ She blew him a kiss and was gone. Leaving Marshall staring at a photo of Charlie and Aimee on his screen. His heart was heavy. Aimee had called him Daddy. And Charlie was hurting, needed lots of TLC.
*
Charlie tucked Aimee into bed and kissed her chubby cheeks. ‘Goodnight, sweetheart.’
‘Where’s Daddy? I want him here.’
Her heart clenched so hard it hurt, took her breath away so she couldn’t answer immediately. You and me both, her brain screamed. Never once in the last few days when Aimee had learned to say Daddy had Charlie anticipated that question. Aimee was too small to understand much, but it seemed that even she knew her father should be here with her. ‘Daddy lives a long way away and can only come to see you when he’s not working.’
‘Okay, Mummy.’ Aimee snuggled down under the light cover, a yawn creasing her face.
‘Goodnight, darling.’ Another kiss and she crept out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her. Already asking where her father was. What would she be asking by the time she started school?
Pulling on a light jersey, she headed for the kitchen to make a cup of tea before going outside to sit on the veranda in the cooler evening air. The endless clicking sound of cicadas had quieted as the day turned into night. In the distance cars roared along the main road into town. Overhead a plane was on its final approach for the airport. Otherwise the evening was quiet.
So Marshall had called on the internet. Talking to him about Keisha had made her feel better. He seemed to understand her, knew what to say. Damn, she missed him. Would give anything to be able to cuddle up with him.
Dad strolled out and sat on the lounger beside her. ‘Progress?’
She couldn’t help sighing. ‘Who would know? Every day I hoped he’d phone or call me. Every night I’ve gone to bed angry that he hadn’t. Yet now? I should be happy, pleased he got in touch.’ The tea was hot on her tongue. ‘Yet the more I get, the more I want.’
‘Could be you were expecting too much too soon.’
How come Dad always stuck up for the guy? She snapped at him, ‘I wasn’t hanging out for a proposal.’
‘No, love, I’m sure you weren’t. But you might’ve been hoping for more of a connection to his life.’ His reasonable tone incensed her, which in turn made her feel terrible. None of this was
Dad’s fault.
Blinking hard, she strived for a softer tone. ‘Marshall made it very clear I’m never going to get that. But I can’t stop wishing for it. I love him, Dad.’ Where had all these tears come from?
‘Even a blind fool could see that.’
‘I told him before he left. I don’t know what I thought I’d achieve but it seemed important that he knew.’ She set the mug on the boards to cool. ‘How can he can ignore that?’ Marshall loved her, too. Who or what had hurt him so badly that he truly believed he would be wrong for her and Aimee? Right now, if she had the answer to that, she’d want to strangle that person. Or persons.
‘Be patient, Charlotte. Your health’s good, and your energy’s coming back. Aimee’s got you. You wanted to find Marshall so he’d be there for Aimee if anything happened. You’ve achieved that.’
She’d wanted to find him because she loved him.
Dad added, ‘A little over five weeks ago Marshall didn’t know he had a child, didn’t consider he had other options about how to live his life. He’s a man who thinks things through. He doesn’t act rashly.’
At least Dad hadn’t told her to put it out there and wait to see what happened. She stood up. ‘Thanks, Dad, but even I know Marshall is never going to come and live here. I’ve been fooling myself to even wish he might.’
‘You could move to the States.’
‘No way. Leave my home, my job? Leave you? Never.’ The words shot out of her mouth like bullets. ‘No, Dad. No.’ Her foot stamped hard on the veranda. ‘No.’ She’d have preferred putting it out there to this suggestion.
‘Just a thought.’
‘Not a very good one.’ Her dad was the most sensible, grounded person she knew. He didn’t have random thoughts. So where had this come from? Did he really believe that her taking his granddaughter to live in another country was a good idea? Or was he being his usual selfless self? Guilt stabbed her. Could it be that he wanted to finally have a life that didn’t revolve around looking out for her?