The Australian's Bride: Marrying the Millionaire Doctor / Children's Doctor, Meant-to-be Wife / A Bride and Child Worth Waiting For. Marion Lennox
to try and make eye contact with Stella.
‘What happened, sweetheart?’ she asked carefully. ‘Why didn’t you go to the disco?’
Stella burst into tears again and Susie reached out automatically. And then Stella’s head was in her lap and all she could do was stroke the sparse dark hair under her hand as the teenager sobbed uncontrollably.
‘It’s awful,’ she choked out finally. ‘My new skirt is ruined…’
‘What’s wrong with it?’
‘It’s…it’s…’ Stella’s voice dropped to an almost inaudible groan. ‘The blood!’
Susie’s heart skipped a beat. Stella had hurt herself. Then something clicked into place. No wonder Alex hadn’t been welcome.
‘Is it your period, hon?’
Susie’s jeans were wet from tears and now Stella’s nose was being rubbed on her leg as she nodded miserably.
‘Your first one?’
‘They said…it might not happen for ages because of the chemo. I didn’t think it would happen on camp. And not tonight!’
‘No.’ Susie went back to stroking. ‘It sucks, doesn’t it? I’m so sorry you missed the disco.’
‘I bet Lauren was there.’
Susie smoothed back fine wisps of hair from Stella’s face. ‘It’s you that Jamie likes,’ she said.
‘How do you know that?’
‘He came here, didn’t he? To check that you were going to the disco?’
Stella had stopped crying. She raised her head enough to give Susie a suspicious glance.
‘I’ll tell you a secret,’ Susie continued. ‘Boys only use a nickname for girls they really like…Star.’
‘He won’t like me now.’
‘He’ll be disappointed that you didn’t make it tonight but he’ll get over it.’ Susie smiled. ‘Playing hard to get isn’t always a bad move, and at least he got to see you wearing your new clothes.’
Stella pushed herself upright. ‘You reckon he’ll still talk to me?’
‘Go to the beach in the morning. Smile and see what happens.’
‘But I can’t!’
‘Why not?’
‘Because…of…you know.’
Susie shook her head. ‘Periods are a nuisance but they don’t need to stop you doing anything you want to do. Let’s get you sorted.’ She eyed the vanity unit. ‘These bathrooms come stocked with just about everything. I wouldn’t recommend trying tampons this time round but there’ll be something else. And why don’t I go and find your pyjamas? You can give me your skirt and knickers and I’ll get them washed and back to you tomorrow as good as new, I promise.’
‘Thank you so much.’
Susie accepted the glass of red wine and sank back onto the comfortable veranda chair. ‘My pleasure. I’m just happy I was able to help.’
‘Which is probably directly attributable to the amount of time you’ve spent with my daughter in the last week.’ Alex was pouring himself a glass of wine. ‘You’ve obviously built up quite a rapport.’
‘She’s a great kid. You must be very proud of her.’
‘Of course.’ Alex put the wine bottle down. ‘You sure she’s all right now?’
‘She’s sound asleep. I’ll check in on her in the morning but we’ve had a good talk about everything.’ Susie’s smile escaped as she tried to make it sound as though she had tackled the situation in a professional manner. ‘She has an action plan.’
Alex folded long limbs to sit down on the adjacent chair. ‘It didn’t even occur to me that it could be something like her period.’
‘Why should it? You’re a bloke.’
‘That’s no excuse. I’m a single parent. I’m supposed to think of everything.’
‘You get more than your fair share of things that need thinking about. Don’t beat yourself up, Alex.’ It was getting easier to use his name. Nothing like a bit of a crisis to get to know someone. ‘Even if you had thought of it, Stella would probably have been excruciatingly embarrassed. Maybe even more than she already was.’
‘Is it always like this? The first time, I mean?’
‘Depends.’ Susie took a thoughtful sip of her wine. ‘Mine wasn’t great. It was one of the only things I beat my twin sister Hannah at, but we were on a school camp at the time. I was only twelve and didn’t have anything with me and it was a girls’ school. There was this weird philosophy that only losers went to ask the teachers for help.’
‘What did you do?’
‘Coped. With wads of very scratchy toilet paper.’ Susie hurriedly took a larger swallow of her wine to try and wash away an inward cringe. Why on earth was she sharing a piece of history that personal with Alex?
‘Not something teenage boys have to deal with, thank goodness.’ Alex was sounding far more relaxed. He still hadn’t combed his hair or changed his shirt or shaved but, instead of looking like a distraught parent, he now looked rather deliciously dishevelled. ‘I guess the closest I got would have been my first—’
He stopped abruptly, his gaze flicking up to meet Susie’s and his eyes widening enough to let her know he had spoken without thinking and was disconcerted, to say the least, at what he’d been about to confess.
She knew what it was. The jolt into puberty that a boy’s first wet dream represented.
The unspoken words hung between them, creating the most astonishing sexual awareness Susie had ever encountered.
Oh, help! The heavy tropical darkness surrounding them was suddenly devoid of oxygen. Closing in on them like a blanket.
Wrapping them up.
Both of them.
The loud night song of the frogs, the rustle of small creatures and the flap of wings from owls and bats vanished. Susie could hear a faint humming sound.
The sexual energy crackling around her?
More like the pulsing of her own blood, which had quickened rather noticeably. That would also explain the flush she could feel colouring her cheeks. Thankfully, it was too dark for Alex to have noticed.
She drained her wineglass. ‘I’d better go.’
Good grief! She had to clear her throat to get rid of an embarrassingly obvious huskiness. She scrambled to her feet. ‘It’s a big day tomorrow, with the opening and everything. Did you get your speech written?’
‘No.’ Alex followed her example and stood up. ‘I’d better get on with it now.’ He also cleared his throat. ‘Sorry,’ he murmured. ‘I didn’t mean to…’
What? Embarrass her by talking about things normally kept private?
Or make her achingly aware of just how attractive she found him?
Susie shook the thought away with a flick of her head. ‘It’s fine,’ she interrupted dismissively. ‘Not a problem.’ She stepped back as Alex took a step towards her. An unconscious reaction, as though her body knew there was some kind of magnetic pull going on and the only sensible thing to do was to stay out of the danger zone.
‘Good luck with the speech.’ Susie headed for the steps. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’
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