A Family Worth Waiting For. Josie Metcalfe
‘Because the birth centre philosophy is everything I believe in. I’d love to be part of it.’
‘Didn’t sound that way in the boardroom.’
‘I was playing Devil’s advocate.’ He shrugged. ‘I wanted to test your conviction. See how passionate you were about your cause. Very, as it turns out.’
Claire blushed. She’d certainly left nobody in that boardroom in any doubt about how passionate she was about the centre. She regarded him seriously. Dared she hope? Could Campbell Deane be trusted?
‘You won’t be popular,’ she stated.
‘I’ve never really cared for what other people think.’
He shot her such a dazzling smile Claire wanted to reach for her sunglasses. He was flirting, she realised with dismay. Claire had been flirted with enough to recognise the signs. Oh, dear. This wouldn’t do at all.
‘You’re not doing this to … be popular with me?’ she asked.
‘Would it work?’ His green eyes sparkled with humour.
‘Definitely not. I don’t date.’
‘Oh? And why is that?’
‘Didn’t they tell you about me? About my sexual preference?’ Claire watched as Campbell valiantly tried to swallow his mouthful of coffee instead of spluttering it all over her crisp white uniform. ‘I’m not stupid, Campbell. I know what people say about me.’
‘I guess I didn’t expect you to be so open about it,’ he mused, facial contortions now under control. ‘So, is it true?’
‘What do you think?’
‘I hope not.’
Claire held her breath. A surge of energy had charged between them again. The surroundings faded away as her gaze locked with his. ‘And if I am?’ Claire couldn’t stop the question tumbling from her lips. She blushed as his gaze zeroed in on her mouth.
‘It would break my heart.’ His voice was little more than a whisper.
She registered his preposterous statement but still didn’t seem to be able to drag her eyes away from his hungry gaze on her mouth.
A burst of raucous laughter heralded the first people arriving for their afternoon tea. Claire quickly pulled herself back, the spell broken. How had she got so near? He seemed to exert some kind of magnetic pull she couldn’t resist.
‘This is an entirely unprofessional, inappropriate conversation,’ she stated briskly, gathering her crockery together and rising to leave.
‘Absolutely. I agree,’ he said, also rising and falling into step beside her. ‘Perhaps we could have a more appropriate conversation another time. Over dinner maybe?’
‘I don’t do dinner,’ she said primly.
‘Lunch?’
‘No.’
‘I suppose breakfast is out then?’ he suggested cheekily, and her step faltered at his implication. She stopped before she tripped.
‘You’re wasting an awful lot of time on someone whose not supposed to be interested in men.’
‘I think you are.’
‘Really? And how do you know that?’
‘The way you looked at me before … we definitely shared a moment back there. No one interested in women would look at a man like you just looked at me.’
‘Oh, really? An expert on sexual behaviour, are you?’
‘Nah. My sister’s a lesbian. Trust me—she’s never looked at a man in that way. Ever. Not even as a baby.’
‘OK, so I’m heterosexual. Don’t tell anyone. I’d hate to ruin my reputation,’ she quipped, and walked away.
‘So, who’s Mary?’ he called after her, catching up easily.
‘Mary?’
‘The woman you’re allegedly living with.’
It was Claire’s turn to laugh now. The absurdity of it all gave her a fit of the giggles.
‘You don’t live with a woman called Mary?’
‘No, that piece of information is one hundred per cent correct. Mary West. My mother.’
‘Ah.’ Campbell laughed, seeing the funny side. ‘In that case …’
‘Look,’ she said, stopping again. ‘Thank you for your support with the birth centre. I appreciate it more than you can ever know. But … if it’s going to come with strings, then you should know, I won’t play that game.’
‘No strings, Claire. I promise.’ He laid his hand on his heart.
She rolled her eyes and continued on her way, walking quickly. To her dismay he continued to keep pace with his long-legged stride.
‘Can’t a guy just ask a girl out?’ he cajoled.
‘Like on a date?’
‘Yes.’
‘I told you already—I don’t date.’
‘What, never?’
‘Now you’re catching on.’
‘I’m going to keep asking until you say yes.’
‘Why?’ She stopped abruptly. Exasperation strained her voice.
‘Because from the moment I saw you today, I knew you were the only woman for me.’
For a moment she wondered if he’d pulled out a stun gun and shot her with it. She couldn’t remember ever being lost for words. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. You … you’ve only just met me,’ she spluttered.
‘Don’t you believe in instant attraction? Love at first sight?’ he asked. The smile that warmed his face seemed to detract from his crazy statement.
‘No,’ she croaked emphatically, her feet finally responding to the frantic messages from her brain. Get out of here now. Run like the wind. Campbell Deane was certifiable.
Claire shook her head to clear it as she walked away. Her coal-black bob swayed like a piece of satin around her head as it swished from side to side. If she hadn’t heard it with her own two ears, she wouldn’t have believed it. Campbell Deane had to be insane. She should have enquired if he’d been taking his medication lately. It was patently obvious that he’d missed a few days.
Worst of all, she was going to have to decline his offer to join the birth centre team. It would do nothing for their fledgling reputation if their admitting obstetrician was as nutty as a fruitcake.
She pushed the button for the lift as Campbell caught up with her.
‘I’m scaring you away.’
‘You’re crazy,’ she hissed.
‘Only for you.’
‘Campbell.’ She turned to him, exasperation changing her eyes to a turbid brown. ‘This is the most ridiculous conversation I’ve ever had, but let me set you straight anyway. Whatever fanciful notions you’re entertaining, I suggest you forget them immediately. My interest in you is purely professional. I’m grateful to you for coming to the rescue of the birth centre. But even if I were the dating kind, I certainly wouldn’t go out with a man who talks like he’s just escaped from the loony bin. I also wouldn’t date someone who seems to have a bigger reputation than Casanova.’
‘Ah.’ He smiled, unperturbed. ‘You don’t strike me as someone who listens to gossip.’
‘The whispers about you were pretty loud.’
‘Look, sure, I’ve had my share of relationships.’