Playboy Doctor to Doting Dad

Olivia slept under a light sheet, lying on her back with Teddy clasped to her side in a headlock. Her curls dark against her pale Irish skin. Kieran leaned against the doorframe and watched her. Again he was stunned at the likeness to his sister. Looking at Olivia felt like Morag was still with him. He wanted to talk to his sister, tell her he missed her, explain that Olivia was gorgeous, happy and well cared-for and that she mustn’t worry about her.

Kieran shut his eyes, squeezed the bridge of his nose. He could not be tearing up. Not now, not when he’d done his grieving two years earlier. He’d come out here to see the children, not to let the past grip him in a wave of nostalgia. He blinked, sniffed. And stepped up to the bed, bent over and kissed Olivia’s forehead. Softly.

‘Thank goodness you’re safe,’ he whispered.

As he straightened up he noticed the collage of photos adorning one of the walls. Morag. David. Olivia. The three of them in different poses—laughing, serious, waving, playing. In the half-light from the doorway Kieran studied every photo thoroughly, his heart feeling as though it was breaking. It was wrong for those two to have died. Abby was doing her best to make up for Olivia’s loss but the child would never really know her real parents.

He turned to gaze at his niece again. And fought off the tears once more. ‘Goodnight, little one.’

He backed quietly out of the room. He’d just take a quick look in on Seamus and go.

Seamus was a restless sleeper. His feet moved almost continuously, and his hands plucked at the sheet, pulling it in every direction. His stuffed toy, a monkey, lay on the floor. He looked so like the Flynns with his colouring and features that Kieran’s heart swelled. With pride? Not likely. How could he be proud of a child he didn’t want to acknowledge? He didn’t mean the biological ownership. He was definitely this little guy’s dad in that respect.

But Abby was a part of Seamus, too. It showed in his easygoing temperament, his enquiring mind and gurgling laugh.

This is a one-year-old. How can you possibly tell so much about his personality at that age? You’re looking for things in the kid, making them up as you go along.

Was he? Kieran’s hands fisted in his pockets and he rolled on and off the balls of his feet while his gaze never left the infant. Looking for more characteristics to attribute to Abby? Making Seamus more of a Brown than a Flynn? Pushing the kid further away? Trying to justify himself when moments ago he’d thought it a tragedy that Olivia didn’t know her parents?

But Seamus had met him, would always know him, albeit distantly. In this case, that was best for Seamus. Far, far better than being hurt by lack of love.

He bit his upper lip. Time to go. The children were as happy and healthy as he’d expect them to be. Abby made sure of that as far as it was humanly possible. As a doctor he understood nothing could be done to prevent a tragedy such as Darren Shore’s occurring. As an uncle he felt there had to be something he could do. As a parent? A hollow feeling in the pit of his gut gave him no answers. Except to make him feel worse than ever.

It was impossible to leave. His feet were glued to the floor as he watched Seamus sleeping. When he did finally leave the cramped bedroom Abby had moved inside to watch television and darkness had settled outside.

‘Everything okay?’ Abby asked as he hesitated in her lounge doorway.

‘Exactly as I’d expected.’ Except for his own messy emotions, which weren’t listening to him when he tried to take control and get on with what he’d come here for. To run an emergency department.

CHAPTER SIX

IT SEEMED Kieran couldn’t stay away. Surprising Abby, he turned up at the cottage on Friday after work moments after Steph and her boyfriend, Andrew, arrived.

Olivia charged him down as he stepped onto the small veranda, insisting he pick her up. He hesitated before bending to swing her up into his arms. Olivia giggled nonstop. Her vise-like grip around his neck made him wince. But at least he was playing the game and trying to please his niece.

Abby grinned. ‘Guess you’ll be wanting a beer, too.’

‘Sure thing.’ Kieran turned to Steph and gave her an awkward hug with Olivia stuck between them. ‘It’s great to see you again. Is Charlie here, too?’

‘Not yet, but I’m sure she won’t be far away.’ Steph turned to Andrew and made the introductions.

Abby dragged out the stack of hard plastic deck chairs from the laundry.

‘Let me take those,’ Kieran said from behind her.

She nearly leapt off the floor. She hadn’t heard him following her. ‘Thanks.’ She could get used to having someone do things for her.

He carefully put Olivia down and picked up the stack with ease, then asked in a nonchalant tone, ‘Where’s Seamus?’

Yes! He’d asked after his son. Triumph spurted through Abby. A very small step but, in her book, a step nonetheless. ‘With Dad, shifting the irrigation pump.’

‘He’s quite the little man, isn’t he?’ Kieran commented, and carried the chairs out to the veranda. ‘Where’s that beer? A man could die of thirst around here.’

Abby watched Kieran as he separated the chairs and passed them around. He was totally at ease, very different from the serious professional she worked with during the day. A bit like herself, she supposed. As he tipped a bottle to his lips her stomach muscles cramped. He was so darned sexy. To say nothing about his good looks. No wonder she’d never forgotten that night with him. He’d marked her for life.

What did he see when he looked at her? A harried mother and aunt? He wouldn’t be impressed with the shapeless clothes she wore to hide what Phillip had often derisively called her fat body.

Those soul-destroying words still hurt. Words that had finished off any desire for marriage or even a long-term relationship. Phillip had dashed her trust completely, making her wise up to the dangers of falling in love. Like Kieran, he’d been charming and fun to be with initially. Then the snide comments about her body shape, her clothes, her hair, her everything had begun. Finding him in bed with her then closest friend had shattered her. Within twenty-four hours she’d returned home, taking nothing with her except a broken heart. And a wedding to cancel.

‘Hope there’s a cold one for me,’ her dad called out as he came through the orchard, swinging Seamus down from his shoulders. ‘It’s got to be thirty degrees out here.’

Abby watched as Seamus headed straight for Kieran. The surprise on Kieran’s face was a nice change from his usual wariness. Then Seamus grabbed at Kieran’s knee-length shorts with his grubby hands, and she laughed out loud. ‘Hope they’re not your best pair.’

His smile was wry, but at least he did smile. ‘They are now my “meet Seamus” pair.’

He might be way out of his comfort zone but he was trying, and that pleased her, eased some of the permanent tension making her edgy these days. If he kept this up, soon he’d be a part of the Brown clan, always welcome, always included in the happenings of the family.

But she had to remember not to get any closer to him. He might be the father of her son, but that’s

as far as it could go. As far as she could afford to let it go. So there, hormones, behave. Concentrate on helping Kieran learn to love the children. Forget everything else.

A car pulled up on the roadside and Charlie appeared, carrying a grocery bag. ‘Hi, everyone. Hope you’re hungry, I’ve got a ton of steak and sausages here.’

These were the nights Abby loved, when all her family got together for an impromptu meal. Seamus followed her as she headed into the kitchen to make a salad and put potatoes into the oven to bake.

‘Don’t you ever stop working?’ Kieran asked from the doorway, a frown crinkling his forehead.

‘I gave the maid the night off,’ she quipped, refusing to take his question seriously.

‘Anything I can do?’

‘You could see if anyone wants another drink.’ Just then Seamus tugged the bottle opener from the table. ‘That’s my boy. Give it to Daddy.’

Kieran gasped. ‘What did you say?’

The air whooshed out of her lungs. Where had that come from? She’d intended discussing with Kieran what she should call him when talking to Seamus before she mentioned the D word. She stared at Kieran aghast. He looked as shocked as she felt. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I …’

She spun around to the bench, staring at her shaking hands as she tried to pick up a knife to slice the tomatoes.

He’d never talk to her again. At least not for the rest of the evening even if he stayed now.

‘Abby, it’s all right.’ Kieran’s hand touched her shoulder, pressured her to turn to face him. ‘I should have a name and I guess I am Seamus’s father.’

Seamus bumped between their legs, startling them both into looking down. He held the opener up to Kieran. Shock drained the colour from Kieran’s cheeks. ‘Did he really understand you? Does he know I’m his father?’

Kieran stared at his son, speechless. Then slowly crouched down and took the opener in one hand. He ran the other hand over Seamus’s head, and whispered, ‘Thanks, boyo.’