The Single Dad Finds a Wife. Felicia Mason
no room in her heart for attraction and what it tended to do to the emotions. She had been down that path before, and it led straight to disaster. No, she reasoned, being attracted to a person was merely a chemical response in the body, dopamine and testosterone responding to like receptors in the other person—something any first-year medical student knew. It didn’t have to mean anything else. But none of that reasoning explained the arc of fear that lanced through her now.
What if they began a relationship? And what if he lied to her the way Keith had? She had given her heart once before only to have it thoroughly and utterly trounced. Crushed by a man she’d trusted and thought she’d loved, a man she had been ready to marry.
That made her think of her sister’s upcoming engagement party, an event Spring knew she would have to attend no matter how much it hurt. She was truly happy for Summer and knew that in Cameron Jackson her sister had found a man of strong faith and character. Summer and Cameron weren’t responsible for the heartsick memories their happiness invoked in her.
“Dr. Darling, are you all right?”
Spring blinked. Mrs. Camden’s gentle hand rested on her arm as if holding her steady.
She forced a smile and nodded. “I’m fine. Really,” she added as if to assure herself rather than the other woman.
“For a second there you looked in pain.”
“My thoughts just drifted for a moment.”
Straight down a rabbit hole, she thought. Spring wasn’t given to flights of fancy or romantic notions. She was the straight-arrow Darling sister, the one totally focused on career and community. So she didn’t know where the scenario of a relationship had sprung from.
David Camden was the parent of a patient...and he’d planted a kiss on her that she still remembered, felt and wished to experience again.
“Dr. Spring?”
Her focus shifted again to her young patient.
“Yes?”
“What should I name my bear?”
Spring cocked her head a bit, considering the little boy and the bear almost as big as he was. “Well,” she said. “He’s wearing a bow tie. So how about Beau? B-E-A-U,” she added for his benefit.
Jeremy’s face lit up. “Okay. I like that. Hi, Beau,” he said, giving the bear a kiss. He then hugged it to him and closed his eyes. A moment later, he was sound asleep.
Charlotte smiled down at her grandson. “He and his father are the joys of my life,” she said.
“You’re blessed to have both of them,” Spring said, realizing that she truly meant the words. They were not merely the sort of pleasant platitude or banal cliché offered when two strangers conversed or when a doctor was trying to be pleasant with a patient’s family.
Knowing it wasn’t protocol, but unable to stop herself, Spring bent and placed a kiss on Jeremy’s head, then said goodbye to Charlotte.
With Jeremy on her mind and a quiet prayer of thanksgiving on her heart, she slipped from his hospital room, turned right and collided with David Camden.
“I’m sorry,” Spring said as her sparkling blue eyes widened and a blush crept up her cheeks.
“My fault,” David said at the same time.
He had been thinking about Dr. Spring Darling only to have the pretty physician walk straight into his arms. He steadied her, then let go quickly even though he wanted to breathe in the scent of her hair and hold her for just a moment. Since neither was appropriate, he held up a now partially crumpled piece of paper.
“I was headed to the hotel when I glanced at this and realized I needed some clarification from the nurses.”
“Let me see,” Spring offered. “I may be able to help.”
Although they were no longer in physical contact, neither of them moved from the spot where they’d collided.
Her eyes, he decided, were the blue of a cloudless summer day, and her lashes were full and long.
“Your eyelashes are beautiful.”
As soon as the inane words left his mouth, David felt as if he were fifteen and trying to ask Cindy Rae, his longtime secret crush, if he could walk her home from vacation Bible school. What type of lame guy complimented a woman on her eyelashes?
But instead of the “Well, bless your naive little heart for even thinking you had a shot with me” look that Cindy Rae had given him all those years ago, Spring Darling actually smiled. He watched as her eyes lit up with genuine humor and not the amused pity of a pageant princess in the making. The smile that now curved Spring’s mouth was the very one that he’d dreamed about while dozing on the chair in Jeremy’s room.
“I’m the envy of my younger sisters, who spend hundreds of dollars every year on eyelash plumpers, lash curlers and every new mascara that hits the market.”
“Brains and beauty,” he said almost to himself. “Now there’s a lethal combination.”
“I’m as tame as they come,” she said. “Would you like me to take a look at the instructions?”
After taking half a step back from her to clear his head, as well as put some physical distance between them, David smoothed the paper on his pants leg before handing it to her.
“Dr. Emmanuel is going to release him tomorrow,” he told her. “I asked for instructions early so I could get anything he might need and have it ready.”
“Jeremy’s just fallen asleep,” Spring said. “We can talk in the atrium. It’s right down the hall.”
He glanced at Jeremy’s closed hospital door. Even though he’d left barely half an hour ago, he couldn’t resist checking to make sure he was resting comfortably. “I’ll just take a quick look.”
Spring nodded, and he thought she might be used to anxious parents who wanted to assure themselves that their little ones fared well. “I’ll wait here.”
Charlotte glanced up from the newspaper she was reading in the very chair where David had spent the night. She smiled and lifted a finger to her mouth. “Shh.”
He nodded.
Jeremy was indeed sleeping, looking as he always did. Were it not for the hospital bed, the monitors and a huge teddy bear that he was clutching, his son would have looked as if he were at home in his own bed. The life-size bear sported a polka-dot bow tie and was just the sort of toy David would have gotten for him had his mind been on anything but the surgery his little boy had undergone.
“That was a good idea,” he told his mom with a nod toward Jeremy’s new companion. “Thank you.”
Charlotte shook her head. “Not from me. It’s from Dr. Darling.”
David’s brow lifted in surprise. “Really?”
She nodded, then whispered, “He named it Beau for the bow tie.”
David didn’t know what to make of this news, but he was grateful to see Jeremy looking so peaceful following the trauma of the previous night. After coming out of recovery and waking, he’d been fretful and the night had been long. The nurses told him that it was normal for children to be anxious in the unfamiliar surroundings.
“I’m going to talk to the doctor,” he said, still keeping his voice low so Jeremy wouldn’t be disturbed.
“All right, dear,” his mother said. “I’ll be right here.”
David leaned over the bed rail and kissed the top of his son’s head. Then, after sending a smile his mother’s way, he returned to the hall, missing Charlotte’s