Sydney Harbour Hospital: Lexi's Secret. Melanie Milburne
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looked doubtful. ‘I still think you should tell Matthew.’
‘I will tell him,’ Lexi said, breaking out into a sweat. ‘I’ll tell him it was a stupid little fling that meant nothing.’
Bella chewed at her lip for a moment. ‘Is this the first time you’ve seen Sam since you broke up?’ she asked.
‘No, I ran into him in the doctors’ car park on my way to see you,’ Lexi said, raking a distracted hand through her hair. ‘That’ll teach me for breaking the rules. I won’t park there ever again. Cross my heart and—’ She stopped and gave Bella an apologetic grimace as her hand dropped back by her side. ‘Sorry, bad choice of words.’
Bella continued to look at her with a concerned frown on her face. ‘You’re not happy about seeing him again, are you?’ she said.
Lexi lifted her shoulders in a couldn’t-care-less manner. ‘It’s always a little difficult running into ex-partners. It’s part of the dating life. Once a relationship ends you don’t always end up the best of friends.’
‘Not that I would know anything about the dating life …’ Bella said as she fiddled with the edge of the sheet covering her thin little body.
Lexi sighed and reached for Bella’s small, cold hand. ‘You’re being so wonderfully brave about all this,’ she said. ‘If it was me I’d be terrified.’
‘I am terrified,’ Bella said. ‘I want what you have. I want a life. I want to one day get married and have babies.’
Lexi felt her insides clench like the snap of a rabbit trap. That aching sadness gripped her every time she thought of the baby she could have had if things had been different. It was ironic that Matthew was keen to start a family as soon as they were married. His parents were excited at the prospect of becoming grandparents. But she had come to dread the topic every time he raised it. It wasn’t the only thing she argued with him about. Her lack of interest in sex had become a huge issue over the last few months of their engagement. Matthew’s trip abroad, she suspected, were his attempts to make her heart grow fonder in his absence. She didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t working. She missed him certainly, but not in the way he most wanted her to.
‘I’ll be the only Lockheart sister left childless and lonely on the shelf,’ Bella continued to bemoan.
‘Is Evie seeing someone?’ Lexi asked feeling a little piqued that she hadn’t been told by Evie herself. ‘I was under the impression there’s been no one since she broke things off with Stuart … what was it? Two years ago?’
‘I heard one of the nurses talking about Evie and Finn Kennedy,’ Bella said.
Lexi laughed. ‘Finn Kennedy? Are you out of your mind? He’s the last person I would have picked for Evie. He’s so grumpy and brooding. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile.’
‘He’s very kind to patients,’ Bella said in his defence. ‘And he’s smiled at me lots of times.’
‘In my opinion Finn Kennedy has a chip on his shoulder that it’d take an industrial crane to shift,’ Lexi said. ‘I hope to goodness Evie knows what she’s doing. The last thing we need in the Lockheart family is another difficult person to deal with.’
There was a small silence.
‘Has Mum been in to see you?’ Lexi asked.
Bella’s shoulders slumped a little further as she shook her head. ‘You know what she’s like …’
Lexi gave Bella’s hand another little squeeze. ‘I wish I could change places with you, Bells,’ she said sincerely. ‘I hate seeing you suffer … I hate the thought of losing you.’
Bella gave her a wobbly smile. ‘I guess that’s in Sam Bailey’s hands now, isn’t it?’
CHAPTER THREE
IT WAS a week later when Lexi ran into Sam again—literally. She was coming out of the hospital cafeteria with a latte in one hand while she texted a message on her phone in the other when she rammed into his broad chest. It was like stepping into a six-foot-two brick wall. The coffee cup lid didn’t survive the impact and the milky liquid splashed all over the front of Sam’s crisp white shirt.
He let out a short, sharp expletive.
Lexi looked up in horror. ‘Oops, sorry,’ she said. ‘I didn’t see you. I was … um, multitasking.’
He plucked at his shirt to keep it away from his chest. ‘This is a busy hospital, not a social networking site,’ he said.
Lexi put up her chin. ‘If you had looked where you were going, you could’ve avoided me,’ she shot back.
‘You could’ve burned me,’ he said.
‘Did I burn you?’
‘No, but that’s not the point.’
‘It is the point,’ she said. ‘There’s no damage other than a stained shirt, which I will take full responsibility for.’
He gave her a mocking look. ‘You mean you’ll hand it to one of the Lockheart lackeys to launder for you?’
Lexi ground her teeth as she looked up at him. Why today of all days had she worn ballet flats? He seemed to tower over her and it put her at a distinct disadvantage. She was faced with his stubbly chin and had to crane her neck to reach his chocolate-brown eyes. ‘I’ll see to it that your shirt is returned to you spotless,’ she said.
‘I can hardly take it off and give it to you in the middle of the busiest corridor of the hospital,’ he pointed out dryly.
‘Then we’ll have to arrange a handover time,’ she said. ‘What time do you finish today?’
He scraped a hand through his hair. ‘Look, forget about it,’ he said. ‘I have my own laundry service.’
‘No, I insist,’ Lexi said. ‘I wasn’t looking where I was going.’
‘I’m sure you have much better things to do than wash and iron my shirt,’ Sam said.
‘Like paint my nails?’ she said with an arch look.
He shifted his mouth from side to side. ‘OK, round one to you,’ he said. ‘I had no idea you were so actively involved in raising funds for the unit.’
‘I did tell you I was Head of Events.’
‘Yes, but I didn’t know you had been responsible for raising over five hundred thousand dollars last year.’
‘I’m going to double that by the end of this year,’ Lexi said. ‘You can make a donation if you like. I’ll give you the website address. You can pay online. All donations over two dollars are tax deductible.’
Sam was starting to see why she had been chosen for the job. Who could resist her when she laid on the Lockheart charm? She looked especially gorgeous today. She was several inches shorter than usual. But she still smelled as delicious as ever. That intriguing mix of flowers and essential oils teased his nostrils. She was dressed in grey trousers and a loose-fitting white cotton shirt with a camisole underneath that hugged her pert breasts. She had dangling earrings in her ears; they caught the light every now and again, making him think of the sun sparkling on the ocean. It had been her brightness that had attracted him like a moth to a flame all those years ago. He had been drawn to her bubbly nature; her positive outlook on life was such a contrast to his more guarded, introverted approach. She had flirted with him outrageously at a charity dinner held by her father in honour of the hospital. Sam hadn’t realised who she was at the time, and he often wondered if he would have taken things as far as he had if he had known she was Richard Lockheart’s youngest daughter. He couldn’t answer that with any certainty, even now.
Put simply, she had been utterly irresistible.
With her stunning looks,