A Miracle for His Secret Son / Proud Rancher, Precious Bundle: A Miracle for His Secret Son / Proud Rancher, Precious Bundle. Barbara Hannay
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was he doing here? Gus’s heart picked up pace as he hurried forward. ‘Nick?’
The boy whirled around. His eyes widened and he smiled nervously. ‘Hi, Gus.’ He turned back to the desk and said to the woman, ‘No need to call the room. It’s OK. I’ve found him.’
I’ve found him.
The words were like music to Gus, or the world’s finest poetry. His son was looking for him. His heart swelled with elation. ‘It’s good to see you,’ he told Nick thickly.
The boy nodded. ‘I was hoping I’d find you.’
‘Have you had breakfast?’ Gus smiled, trying to put the boy at his ease.
‘Yes, thanks.’ Nick swallowed nervously. ‘Mum didn’t send me here or anything. I just wanted to see you—to…to talk.’
‘Sure. We could go up to my room or—’ A glance through the hotel’s large plate glass windows showed the beach sparkling in the morning sunshine. ‘We could go outside.’ Gus smiled again. ‘I think I’d rather be out in the fresh air. How about you?’
‘Yeah. Outside would be better.’
They went out through automatic sliding glass doors into the pleasant subtropical sunshine. Children zipped past on bikes or dawdled to school. Ubiquitous surfers carrying surfboards mingled with early shoppers strolling on The Esplanade. Gus and Nick walked over soft grass strewn with pine needles to an empty bench seat beneath Norfolk Island pines.
‘Look at that.’ Gus gestured to the curling waves and the pristine curve of the beach. ‘You know you’re lucky to be living here, don’t you?’
‘Yeah.’ Nick smiled shyly. ‘But it’s not so great when you have to go to school all day.’
‘Although…as I remember, the surf’s still here when school’s out.’
‘Yeah, I know.’ Nick grinned. ‘It’s a cool place to live, except lots of people only stay for a while, then move away.’ He shot a sideways glance to Gus. ‘Like you.’
Making a deliberate effort to appear casual and relaxed, Gus leaned back against the seat’s wooden slats and propped an ankle on a knee. ‘There aren’t a lot of jobs in these parts. That’s why people move on. I had to go away to university and then, later, I worked overseas.’
‘Yeah, Mum told me.’ Nick looked down at his school bag, dumped at his feet, and he reached for the strap, twisting it with tense fingers. ‘Like I said, Mum didn’t send me here. I told her I had to get to school early. She doesn’t even know I’m talking to you.’
Pleased by the boy’s honesty, by his obvious concern for Freya, Gus felt a strangely warm glow. ‘Maybe we can tell your mum…later.’
‘I guess.’ Nick kicked at a fallen pine cone. ‘We talked last night. About you. Mum told me what happened.’
‘Happened—as in—?’
‘Why you two split up. She said you didn’t deliberately leave us. You didn’t even know about me.’
‘Well…yes…that’s right.’
‘And she said it was her decision not to tell you about me.’
Gus couldn’t resist asking, ‘Did she explain why?’
Nick shrugged. ‘Kind of. It didn’t really make sense.’
You and me both, kiddo, Gus thought. Even though he understood Freya’s motives, her secrecy still hurt, still didn’t make proper sense to him. Just the same, he tried to explain it to the boy. ‘Sometimes we do things that feel right at the time that don’t always make sense when we look back on them later.’
‘Especially in my weird family.’
‘Trust me, Nick, every family has its own kind of weirdness.’
Wind ruffled the boy’s dark hair and he seemed to consider this for a moment, then shrugged it aside. ‘The way Mum tells it—sounds like she wasn’t good enough for you.’
Gus lost his casual pose. ‘Freya told you that?’
‘She didn’t say those exact words.’
‘But she told you that she couldn’t fit into my life?’
‘Yeah. Something like that. Sounded pretty lame to me.’
A heavy sigh escaped Gus. How could he ask Nick to understand that he and Freya had been young, that most young people made bad judgements one way or another, although they never felt like mistakes at the time?
The boy was eleven and he couldn’t be expected to look on eighteen-year-olds as young, especially when he faced a shockingly uncertain future.
‘The good thing is, your mum found me now,’ Gus said.
‘Yeah. Thanks for coming down here, and offering the kidney and everything.’ Nick sent him another shy smile. ‘That’s actually what I wanted to say.’
Gus smiled back at him. He loved this kid. Heck, he wanted to wrap his arms around Nick’s skinny shoulders and hug him hard. But maybe it was too soon, so he resisted the urge. ‘I’ve got a kidney to spare, and you’re welcome to it. But I have to have the tests first.’
‘I emailed Dr Kingston last night.’
‘You what?’
‘Sent him an email,’ Nick said nonchalantly.
‘I didn’t know you could do that.’
‘My doctor’s pretty cool. And he wrote back to say he’s really pleased we found you, and you can get most of your tests done at the Dirranvale hospital, if you want.’
‘That sounds good.’
Nick’s grey eyes, which were the same shape as Freya’s eyes and had the same thick, dark lashes, took on an unexpected twinkle. ‘If you’re going to Dirranvale, there’s something I should warn you about.’
‘What’s that?’
‘One of the nurses up there is a vampire.’
For a split second, Gus wasn’t sure how to respond to this. He was about to laugh it off, then he caught the spark of mischief in Nick’s grin and changed tack. ‘No kidding? A vampire?’
‘I reckon when she takes your blood, she keeps some of it for herself.’
‘No!’ Gus gave an elaborate shudder. ‘You’d better describe her to me, so I’ll know to avoid her.’
‘She’s easy to pick. She has long black hair and really, really pale skin.’
‘And fangs?’
Nick giggled. ‘No. She’s actually kind of pretty.’
‘Oh, yeah. That would be right. Vampires are often exceptionally beautiful. That’s why they’re so dangerous. Do you think I should tell her that we know what she’s up to?’
Nick’s smile lost a little of its certainty. ‘I’m not asking you to drive a stake through her heart or anything.’
‘Well, that’s a relief.’ Gus chuckled. ‘So you’re determined to save her bacon. Does that mean you’re keen on her?’
‘No way.’ The boy went bright pink.
‘All right, then. I won’t say a word.’
From somewhere in the distance came the ringing of a bell.
‘Oh-oh.’ Nick scrambled to his feet and scooped up his bag.
‘You’re going to be late for school.’
‘Yeah. I’d better go.’
‘You’d better run,’ Gus said.