The Single Dad Finds A Wife Part 5

"I get to stay here in the hospital!"

Spring smiled.

"Only a child would see that as a good thing," Charlotte said with a laugh.

Only a child who was never or rarely sick, Spring amended silently. Now came the recuperation period, and she knew from experience that if he was feeling better, he'd be itching to run around like a little boy with boundless energy.

"Because it was so late when David brought him in, the doctor said they'd like to keep Jeremy for a full day of observation."

Spring wondered where David Camden was. The nurses said he hadn't left his son's side since he'd come out of surgery.

"You just missed David," Charlotte said as if reading Spring's mind. "I sent him to the hotel to get some proper rest. He has a business meeting later today and several tomorrow morning and needs to be ready for them. We'll probably both end up staying the night."

"Oh." Spring was surprised at the deflated feeling that rushed through her, but she responded to the older woman. "Yes. That's good."

Then she questioned her own actions and second-guessed her motives. Had she brought Jeremy a gift simply to be able to see his father again?

No, she realized. When she saw the bear, her first thought had simply been the towheaded little boy who'd been in so much pain and had been such a trouper.

"Dr. E said I can go home after today and Grandma's gonna stay at the hotel. Then we go home later," Jeremy reported.

Spring was still confused about the whole business concerning the hotel versus the house, but she wasn't about to question Mrs. Camden. She'd already gathered from what David had said and from the quality of Mrs. Camden's clothing that they were not in the financial trouble she'd imagined.

"I checked with Jeremy's pediatrician in Charlotte. He suggested a day of bed rest after he's released rather than a road trip home."

"And Charlotte is home?"

Charlotte Camden nodded and then smiled. "I was named for the city and for an aunt. I know it gets confusing sometimes. David's company is based there. I'm the grandma in chief on the board of directors."

David's company.

The words should have been a comfort, should have taken away the uncertainty and a.s.sured her that he had spoken the truth. Instead they made Spring feel as if she were suddenly treading water near a rip current.

She had been attracted to him from the moment she'd set eyes on him. And Spring Darling had 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 relations.h.i.+p? 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 a.s.sure 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 relations.h.i.+p 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 s.h.i.+fted again to her young patient.

"Yes?"

"What should I name my bear?"

Spring c.o.c.ked 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 plat.i.tude or ba.n.a.l cliche 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.

Chapter Five.

"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 a.s.sure 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 speculative glance at him.

Spring Darling was still there, not that he'd expected her to disappear. Her head was lowered in the position that he'd starting calling "Americans and their best friends" as she tapped on her phone. She must have sensed him standing there because she looked up. And when she smiled, David's breath caught.

Her beauty was refined and cla.s.sic, putting him in mind of pearls and calla lilies, rather than, say, daisies and bare feet, though no flowers or jewelry save a watch and small gold posts adorned her. No gold band was on her left hand, and he had the impression she would be the type of woman who would display her union with that symbol. He realized that he was interested in getting to know her...and that interest had nothing at all to do with the fact that she'd come to his son's aid last night even though the clinic was officially closed.

"We can talk in the atrium," she said again.

With that comment, David realized that Dr. Spring Darling was a pediatrician and her business was medicine. She was just doing her job, seeing to patients and ready to answer any questions parents had about care.

Then what was the teddy bear all about, he wondered to himself.

Spring wasn't quite sure how it happened. One minute they were headed to the atrium, and the next she was suggesting the patio terrace of a coffeehouse near the hospital instead. She told herself that the atrium was crowded with patients and their families getting a bit of morning sun, but knew that wasn't the full reason behind her decision.

Like a moth to a flame, something about David Camden called to her, beckoned her. And instead of activating the emotional s.h.i.+elds she erected whenever a man got too close or seemed interested in her, she opened herself to the possibilities. If she wasn't mistaken, she'd seen a spark in his eyes that mirrored her own when it came to him.

It was an intriguing and unique situation for her. And she was a grown woman. As her youngest sister, Autumn, would say, "Life's too short to miss the game. Play ball!"

So she and David Camden settled on the patio terrace of the coffee shop that was a gravel pathway away from Cedar Springs General Hospital. The spot, frequented by hospital staff and employees from the nearby medical office complex, buzzed with the midmorning chatter of people taking quick breaks or grabbing an early lunch before das.h.i.+ng back to cubicles, labs and patients.

"Thank you," David said. "For the teddy bear you gave Jeremy."

Spring felt her cheeks grow warm and knew she couldn't attribute it to the skinny chai latte she sipped. "I saw it and thought of him. He seemed to like it."

Silence fell between them then, as though they both searched for words to fill the s.p.a.ce. Instead of being awkward, the shared contemplation seemed comfortable to Spring. It even, she dared think, felt right. As if they'd done this many times before. And before she knew it, she'd voiced just that idea.

He smiled. "I thought it was just me."

Well, Spring surmised. Well, well, well.

After taking another sip of her latte, she nodded toward the papers from Adam Emmanuel that David had placed on the table. "Dr. Emmanuel's instructions are spot-on," she told him. "After discharge tomorrow, Jeremy will need bed rest. You'll know he's ready to resume his normal schedule when he's fidgeting to get out of bed or says he's hungry."

He smiled. "That would be always," he said. "And spoken from experience I take it. How many children do you have?"

"About three hundred," she said. "But I loan them out to their other parents for extended periods of time."

That earned a laugh from him, and Spring liked the way it sounded, as if a well of good humor lived deep within him and he tapped it often.

"I know it was scary," she said.

"Terrifying."

"But he came through like an ace."

David nodded. "With a lot of praying and deal making with G.o.d."

Curious about that, she asked the obvious follow-up question. "What did you offer?"

"Everything," David said. "My job keeps me busy, and being a single father has its challenges. I didn't know-or maybe it's that I didn't realize how easy it was to prioritize until now. Jeremy comes first."

"Your mother said she's going to stay with him."

He nodded. "She got the adjoining room at the hotel and will stay for a day or two, then take Jeremy home while I finish up here."

"What's your work?" she asked.

"Ah, so you finally believe I'm a productive member of society? I'm an architect," he said. "If you'd like, I can have someone from my office scan and email my degrees and licenses to prove it."

Her cheeks grew warm again, a recurring affair around this man, but this time she knew the cause was embarra.s.sment. "I'm sorry."