The Baby That Changed Everything
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Vivienne turned to her father, who nodded. ‘That’d be great. Thanks.’
Bailey opened her office door and looked out; Jared glanced up, caught her eye and came to the door. ‘She’d like to talk to me?’ he asked.
‘Yes. And thank you. I owe you,’ she said.
‘No. I’m just paying it forward,’ he reminded her. ‘Just as your patient will pay it forward, one day.’
It was a nice way of looking at it, Bailey thought. She brought him into the room and introduced him to Vivienne and Mr Kaine.
‘Well, I never. Jared Fraser—the England footballer. I remember watching you play years ago. You were amazing.’ Mr Kaine shook Jared’s hand. ‘It’s very good of you to come in and talk to us.’
‘My pleasure,’ Jared said.
‘So do you still play for England?’ Vivienne asked.
‘No. Unfortunately, they couldn’t fix my knee. Though that’s not likely to be the case for you,’ he emphasised, ‘because Dr Randall tells me that you’re a really good candidate for surgery. If you follow the rehab programme to the letter you’ll be fine. Dr Randall asked me for my advice, and I thought it might be better for you to have it in person, just in case you have any questions.’
Vivienne nodded. ‘Thank you very much, Mr Fraser.’
‘Right now,’ he said gently, ‘it probably feels like the end of the world and you’re worrying that you’re going to lose so much ground against everyone else.’
She bit her lip. ‘That’s exactly how it feels.’
‘So you need to take it one day at a time, and find someone you can talk to—someone who won’t let you pity yourself, but will make you be sensible and get the right balance between doing enough work to strengthen your knee, but not so much that you damage it again and end up back at square one,’ Jared said.
‘That’s good advice,’ Mr Kaine agreed. ‘I’ll always listen, Vivi, but he’s right—you do need someone else to talk to.’
‘I was lucky,’ Jared said. ‘I had a great coach. And he made me see that although my knee wouldn’t hold up enough for me to play at international level again, I had other options. I could learn to coach, or I could do what I ended up doing—I trained as a doctor, and I’m still part of the sport because nowadays I work with the youth team of a premiership division club. So even if there are complications in the future and you don’t end up playing at this level again, you’ll still have options—you can still be part of tennis.’
‘I don’t mean to be rude,’ Vivienne said, ‘but I don’t want to be a coach or a doctor. I just want to play tennis. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.’
‘And you will play again,’ Bailey said. ‘But, as Dr Fraser said, you need to follow your rehab programme.’
‘Waiting is the worst bit,’ Jared said. ‘You’ll want to push yourself too hard. But don’t. Use that time to study instead. Look at different techniques, look at the way your opponents play and use that to hone your strategy. To really succeed at a top level in sport you need just as much up here …’ he tapped his head ‘… as you need the physical skills.’
‘Vivi picked up a racket practically as soon as she could walk,’ Mr Kaine said. ‘I used to play—nothing like at her level—just at a club on Sunday afternoons, and her mum would bring her to watch. And she ended up joining in.’ He ruffled her hair. ‘When she started beating us hollow and she wasn’t even ten years old, we knew we were seeing something special in the making. And you’ll get that back, love. We just have to make sure we do everything the doctors tell us, OK?’
‘OK,’ Vivienne said.
Bailey smiled at them both. ‘And I’ll do my very best to help you get that knee back to how it was, so you can go and get those grand slams.’
‘Can I be rude and ask, Mr Fraser, do you miss playing?’ Vivienne asked.
‘Sometimes,’ Jared said. ‘But I’m thirty-five now, so I’d be near the end of my professional playing career in any case. And I’m lucky because I really enjoy my job. It means I get the chance to help players fulfil their potential. If someone had told me that when I was your age, I would have laughed at them—but I really do feel I’ve achieved something when I see them grow and improve. So don’t rule it out as something you might do when you’re ready to retire from playing.’
Vivienne looked thoughtful, and Bailey could see that Jared’s words had given her a different perspective—something that would make all the waiting during her rehab a lot easier. ‘Thank you, Mr F—Dr Fraser,’ she amended.
When the Kaines had left, Jared was about to follow them out when Bailey stopped him. ‘Thanks for doing that, Jared—you’ve made a real difference to her.’
‘No worries.’
‘If I wasn’t up to my eyes in paperwork and appointments,’ she said, ‘I’d offer to take you for lunch to thank you properly. Or dinner—but I’m doing bridesmaid stuff for Joni tonight. So please consider this a kind of rain check.’ She took a plain white patisserie box from her desk drawer and handed it to him.
‘What’s this?’ he asked.
She smiled. ‘A little slice of heaven. Don’t open it now. Tell me what you think later.’
‘OK.’ He looked intrigued. ‘I’ll text you. Good luck for tonight.’
‘Thanks.’
Later that evening, she had a text that made her laugh.
Best chocolate cake in the universe. Would very much like to help with more patients. Quite happy to be paid in cake.
I’ll see what I can do, she texted back.
Funny, when she’d first met Jared, she’d thought him grumpy and surly and a pain in the neck. Now she rather liked his dry sense of humour and the quiet, sensible way he went about things.
But she’d better not let herself get too close. After the way her marriage to Ed had splintered, she just didn’t trust herself to get it right next time. It was best to stick to being colleagues. Friends, too, maybe; but she’d have to dampen down the attraction that sparkled through her veins every time she saw him. To keep her heart safe.
CHAPTER SIX
‘JONI, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL,’ Bailey said, surveying her best friend.
‘So do you.’ But Joni also looked worried. ‘Bailey, are you sure you’re OK?’
‘Of course I am—why wouldn’t I be?’
‘Because I remember the last time that one of us was in a bridesmaid’s dress and the other was the bride,’ Joni said softly.
Bailey’s wedding day. A day so full of promise. A day when she’d thought she couldn’t be happier … And then, two short years later, she’d discovered that she couldn’t be any more unhappy when her whole world crashed down around her. ‘I’m fine. More than fine. Don’t give it another moment’s thought,’ she said brightly. Even if she hadn’t been fine, no way would Bailey rain on her best friend’s parade on her wedding day.
‘I can’t believe you’re actually bringing Herod as your plus-one.’
Bailey groaned. ‘Please don’t call him that when you meet him—he’ll be mortified.’
‘You’ve been very cagey about him. So you’re getting on OK together now?’
‘We’ve reached an understanding.’
Joni raised an eyebrow. ‘That sort of understanding?’
‘Absolutely not. Even if I was looking for someone, Jared Fraser wouldn’t make my list of potentials.’ That was a big fat lie—Jared Fraser was one of the most attractive men she’d met, particularly when he smiled—but hopefully Joni would be too distracted by all the bridal stuff going on to call her on it. Bailey hoped. ‘No, he’s just doing me a favour and taking a bit of heat off me where my family’s concerned.’
‘As long as you’re OK.’
‘Of course I’m OK,’ Bailey reassured her. ‘I’m thrilled that my best friend’s getting married to the love of her life, and I get to follow her down the aisle in the most gorgeous bridesmaid’s dress ever. Now, the car’s going to be here at any second, so we need to get moving.’
Jared took a deep breath and walked down the path to the church. He hadn’t been to a wedding since his own marriage to Sasha. And, despite Bailey’s assurances that the bride and groom were right for each other, Jared still felt awkward. A cynic who’d lost his belief in marriage really shouldn’t be here to celebrate a wedding. He half wished Bailey was going to be there with him to take his mind off it, but as she was Joni’s bridesmaid he knew that she would be the very last person walking into the church, and she wouldn’t be sitting with him, either.
He really should have asked if he could at least meet the bride and groom before the wedding, so he would know someone there. Right at that moment he was really regretting the impulse that had made him offer to be Bailey’s ‘plus-one’.
His only consolation had been the text she’d sent him that morning: See you at the church. And thank you. I appreciate it.
And being appreciated was nice. It had been a while since he’d last felt appreciated.
The usher greeted him with a smile. ‘Bride’s side or groom’s?’
‘Bride’s,’ Jared said, feeling a total fake.
‘Sit anywhere on the left except the front two pews,’ the usher said with a smile, handing him an order of service booklet.
Jared remembered the drill: anywhere except the front two pews, where the bride’s and groom’s immediate family would be sitting.
Over the next few minutes the church filled up. Two men walked down to the front of the church; one of them was obviously the groom and the other the best man, Jared thought.
A wedding.
A room full of hope, with everyone wishing the bride and groom happiness until the end of their days. But how often did that hope turn sour? How many people did he know who’d actually stayed together, apart from his parents and two of his siblings? Not that many.
The organist started to play the wedding march, and the bride walked in on her father’s arm, looking gorgeous and deliriously happy. Behind her, carrying the long train and a bouquet of deep red roses—to match her knee-length dress and incredibly high-heeled shoes—was Bailey.
Jared had never seen her wearing make-up before, not even on that morning when they’d trained together and she’d come to breakfast in a suit. It was barely there—mainly mascara and a hint of lipstick, from what he could tell—but it served to show him that she was jaw-droppingly beautiful and didn’t need anything to enhance her looks. Right now, she looked incredibly glamorous, a million miles away from the slightly scruffy doctor he was used to—the one who walked around the football pitch in tracksuit pants and a hoodie.
He caught her eye as she walked by and she actually winked at him.
And all the blood in his body rushed south.
Oh, help. They hadn’t set any ground rules, so this might just be one of his biggest mistakes ever. God. He really should’ve agreed it with her beforehand. At the very least they should’ve agreed on no touching and no holding hands. And yet he was supposed to be her fake boyfriend. Everyone would expect him to hold her hand, put his arm round her, gaze at her adoringly, maybe even kiss her …
The idea of kissing her sent him into such a flat spin that he was barely aware of the marriage ceremony. But then the registers were signed and the bride and groom walked down the aisle, all smiles.
The usher handed him a box of bird-friendly confetti on the way out. Jared lined up on the side of the path to the church with everyone else and waited until the photographer directed them all to throw confetti over the happy couple.
He took a couple of photos on his phone and managed to catch one of Bailey with her head tipped back, laughing. The kind of picture that would make a rainy morning feel full of sunshine.
She came over to him while the bride and groom were being photographed on their own. ‘Hey. Thanks for coming.’
‘Pleasure.’ And, actually, it was now. ‘You, um, look very nice.’
‘Thank you. So do you. I’ve never seen you in a proper suit before.’ She grinned. ‘I would say a suit “suits” you, but I need to find a better way of saying it.’
Funny, her easy manner put him at his ease, too. It suddenly didn’t matter that this was a wedding, and all the darkness associated with the end of his own marriage just faded away—because Bailey was there and she sparkled.
‘I’ll introduce you properly to everyone at the reception,’ she promised. ‘Sorry, I should have organised this a lot better so I was travelling with you or something.’
‘It’s fine. You’re the bridesmaid and you have things to do. I’ll see you at the reception.’
She gave him another of those incredibly sexy winks. ‘Ciao, bello.’
The Italian side of her was really coming out today. He’d never really seen this before; but then again she’d never flirted with him before, either.
Oddly, he found himself looking forward to the reception—and what he really wanted to do was dance with her. Which was crazy, because he didn’t even like dancing very much; but he had a feeling that Bailey did and that she’d be good at it.
He made his way to the hotel where the reception was being held, and joined the line-up of people waiting to kiss the bride and shake the groom’s hand. Bailey came and found him in the line. ‘Hey, there.’
‘Hey.’ How ridiculous was it that he should feel suddenly intimidated?
But Bailey took charge, making small talk until she could introduce him to the bride and groom. ‘Jared, this is Joni and Aaron. Joni and Aaron, this is Jared Fraser.’
‘Very pleased to meet you, Jared,’ Joni said with a smile. Jared caught the meaningful look she gave Bailey, and wondered just what Bailey had told her best friend about him. ‘Thanks for coming.’
‘Thanks for inviting me. It was a lovely service, and you look gorgeous,’ he said.
She kissed his cheek. ‘You’re too sweet. I knew Bailey was lying when she said you were grumpy.’
He laughed. ‘I can be.’ He gave Bailey a pointed look. ‘Though so can she.’
‘No way—she’s the endorphin queen,’ Joni said. ‘Bailey believes endorphins are the answer to absolutely everything.’
Jared went hot all over, thinking just how endorphins could be released and how much he’d like to do that with her. He really hoped nobody could read his thoughts. But he managed to pull himself together and shook Aaron’s hand. ‘Congratulations, both of you, and I hope you’ll be very happy together.’
They exchanged a glance, and he could see just how much they adored each other. So maybe Bailey was right and this would have a happy ending. Maybe he should start to believe in love again.
‘Righty.’ Bailey tucked her arm into his. ‘Let’s get this over with. Come and meet my lot. They’re the nicest family in the world, but I’m going to apologise in advance because they’re a bit—well—full on.’
‘Italian,’ he said.
She nodded. ‘Even though Dad’s English, living with my mum and the rest of us has kind of made him Italian.’
‘That’s nice,’ Jared said, and let her lead him over to her family.
‘Jared, this is my mother, Lucia, my brothers, Roberto and Giorgio—Rob and Gio for short—and my dad, Paul.’
Jared shook hands and kissed cheeks as expected, and then turned to Bailey. ‘How come you don’t have an Italian first name?’ he asked.
‘Because I was born on Christmas Eve, and in my family it’s tradition to watch It’s a Wonderful Life every single Christmas Eve—including the year I was born, because Mum had me at home. So she really had to call me Bailey, after George’s family.’
‘It could be worse,’ Lucia said with a grin. ‘I could have called you Clarence.’
‘Clarrie. Yes. That’s so me.’ Bailey flapped her hands in imitation of an angel’s wings and laughed.
‘She’s kept you very quiet, Jared,’ Lucia said.
‘Because we haven’t known each other very long, and I know what you’re like, Mamma,’ Bailey said. She switched into rapid Italian; clearly she was asking her mother not to interrogate him or embarrass her, Jared thought. Mischief prompted him to ask her if she realised that he spoke Italian, just to tease her; but, knowing Bailey, she’d call his bluff and speak in Italian for the rest of the evening, so he resisted the temptation. Just.
‘Sì, sì, bambina mia.’ Lucia pinched Bailey’s cheeks, and then continued her interrogation. ‘So where did you meet, Jared?’
‘At work,’ he said carefully.
‘So you’re a doctor?’
‘For a football team, yes.’
Bailey’s dad smiled at him. ‘Which one?’
Jared named the premier division club. ‘I work with the youth team—and they’ve got real potential.’
‘Oh, the team Bailey’s testing her box of tricks on?’ Paul asked. ‘I thought you said the team doctor was about to retire, Bailey?’
‘He did. Jared took over from him,’ Bailey said. ‘Are you going to grill the poor man all night, or can we talk about something else—like how gorgeous my best friend looks in her lovely floaty dress?’
‘She does indeed.’ Paul gave her a hug. ‘And so do you, darling. We don’t see you dressed up like this very often.’
‘If you came to see me with a sports injury and I looked like this when I treated you, you’d be worried that I didn’t have a clue what I was talking about and think that you were going to be injured and in pain for the rest of your life,’ she said with a grin. ‘That’s why I don’t dress like this very often.’
It turned out that they were at a table with Bailey’s family for the wedding breakfast, and Jared was surprised by how easily they included him in the conversation, as if they’d known him for ever. In turn, he got them to talk about the restaurant—and learned a lot about Bailey as a child. Her family was merciless in telling tales; but they clearly adored her, because she was laughing along with the rest of them and giving just as good as she got by telling tales about them, too.
He discovered that Bailey, when she was with her family, was incredibly tactile, so it was just as well they hadn’t agreed a no-touching rule, because she would’ve broken it several times a minute. He already knew that she talked with her hands, but this was something else. She touched his arm, his shoulder, his face, his hair. He wasn’t used to that at all, but he was surprised to discover that he liked it. That he wanted more.
Though that wasn’t part of the deal. He was her fake partner for tonight, not her real one, he reminded himself.
The food was excellent, but best of all was the cake. ‘This has to be the best cake I’ve ever had in my life,’ he said.
Rob looked pleased. ‘I’m glad you like it. Actually, it’s one of mine,’ he said diffidently.
‘Bailey said you were good—but she didn’t say you were this good. And I’m going to beg for seconds.’
‘You weren’t listening properly,’ she said, cuffing his arm. ‘I told you Rob was the best pastry chef in the universe. And who do you think made that chocolate cake I gave you?’
‘Oh, now, with those two pieces of evidence, I agree completely,’ Jared said with a smile.
Funny, he’d been faintly dreading the reception. But it was all easy, from chatting at the tables to listening to the speeches. And then finally the band started playing and the dancing began. The bride and groom danced together first, followed by Bailey and the best man. Jared couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way she moved was so graceful, so elegant. This was yet another side to the clever, slightly acerbic doctor he was used to. She’d turned out to be full of surprises.
And then she came over to him. ‘Dance with me?’
How could he say no? Especially when he’d been wanting to hold her close all day, and this was the perfect excuse.
When he danced with her, it was the first time he’d ever noticed her perfume; it reminded him of an orange grove in full bloom, yet with a sweet undertone. Sparkly and warm, just like her personality. And he could feel the warmth of her body against his.
To keep his mind off that fact, he asked, ‘Why do I recognise the guy playing guitar with the band?’
‘That’s Olly, Joni’s brother—he was one of the ushers, so you would’ve met him at the church,’ she explained.
‘Oh.’
‘Sorry about my family earlier. As I said, they’re a little intense.’
‘Don’t apologise—I like them. They love you,’ he said, ‘and it’s pretty clear they worry about you.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘I’m thirty years old. I can look after myself.’
‘Families are supposed to worry about you,’ he reminded her.
‘Does yours worry about you?’ she challenged.
He smiled. ‘When I let them, yes.’
‘So you’re as bad as I am—except I bet you keep yours at bay by being grumpy.’
‘And you keep yours at bay by sparkling,’ he fenced.
‘Sparkling?’
‘Like vintage champagne in candlelight,’ he said.
Oh, for goodness’ sake. Anyone would think he’d been drinking way too much of the vintage champagne. He simply didn’t wax poetic like that. But something about Bailey made the words flow and he couldn’t stop them.
She smiled. ‘You think I’m sparkly?’
‘Very,’ he admitted.
‘Thank you—that’s a really lovely thing to say. Especially as I’ve pretty much neglected you today, and you’re doing me a huge favour by being here in the first place.’
‘You haven’t neglected me.’ And he was suddenly really glad that he’d agreed to do this. Because he was seeing a new side to Bailey Randall—a side he really liked. Sweet and playful and totally charming; yet it was totally genuine.
He held her closer. Somehow they were dancing cheek to cheek, and his hand was splayed at the top of her dress. He could feel the warmth of her skin against his fingertips and it sent a thrill right through him. Right at that moment it felt as if it was just the two of them on the dance floor, with nobody else around for miles and miles and miles.
‘Your back is perfect,’ he murmured.
‘Why, thank you, Dr Fraser.’
‘Sorry.’ He sighed. ‘I didn’t mean to say that. Ignore me.’
She pulled back slightly to look him straight in the eye. ‘I wasn’t being sarcastic—and I wasn’t offended. Seriously, Jared, thank you for the compliment.’
Her mouth was beautiful; her lower lip was full and he itched to catch it between his.
Oh, this was bad.
Why was he thinking about kissing her?
‘I noticed how perfect your back was when we trained together,’ he said. And now he was making things much worse. He really needed to shut up.
She ran one finger down his sleeve. ‘And I noticed your biceps when we trained together.’ Her voice had grown husky. ‘I like your biceps. They’re perfect, too.’
He knew that he was supposed to be just playing the part of her partner, but right now he wanted to make it reality. So he dipped his head. Just a little bit. Just enough that his mouth could brush against hers.
She tasted of champagne and wedding cake—and he liked it. A lot.
He pulled back so he could look her in the eye and take his cue from her. If she wanted him to back off, he’d do it.
But her lips were ever so slightly parted and there was a sparkle in her eyes that he’d never seen before.
‘Bailey, I really want to kiss you,’ he whispered.
‘I want you to kiss me, too,’ she whispered back.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He dipped his head again and took his sweet time kissing her. Every brush of his mouth against hers, every nibble, made him more and more aware of her. And she was kissing him back, her arms wrapped as tightly round him as his were round her.
He wanted this to last for ever.
But then he became aware that the music had changed and become more uptempo, and he and Bailey were still swaying together as if the band was playing a slow song. He broke the kiss, and he could see the exact moment that she realised what was going on, too. Those gorgeous dark eyes were absolutely huge. And she looked as shocked as he felt. Panicked,
almost.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
‘I, um …’ she said, and tailed off.
‘Yeah.’ He didn’t know what to say, either. What he really wanted to do was kiss her again—but they were in a public place. With her best friend and her family in attendance. And doing what he really wanted to do would cause all kinds of complications. He didn’t want to get involved with anyone. Apart from that one awful evening when his best friend had persuaded him to try speed dating—an experience he never wanted to repeat—Jared hadn’t dated since his divorce. No way was he setting himself up to get hurt again, the way he he’d been with Sasha—even though he knew that Bailey wasn’t a bit like Sasha.