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for this guy.’
    Rachel smiled proudly. ‘Yes, I really did fall for him . . . hard and fast,’ she replied. ‘I just wish I could let him know that I . . .’ Her voice trailed off, and when Kim looked at her questioningly, she shook her head. ‘Me and my big mouth,’ she continued, somewhat guiltily.
    She didn’t know if it was a combination of being basically alone in a strange city at Christmas, or just the excitement of bearing a big secret, but for some reason she felt very much at ease with this nurse. Or maybe it was the fact that Kim had experience of life with another motorbike enthusiast?
    ‘Christmas,’ Gary mumbled suddenly. ‘You’re gonna love what I got you . . . wait till you see it.’ He seemed to be talking to himself and Rachel wondered if he was aware that she was even there. ‘And you should see my new cufflinks . . .’ That was the last thing he managed before the drugs got the better of him yet again.
    ‘Well, now I’m intrigued!’ Kim said, smiling at Rachel. ‘Wonder what he got you that’s s’posed to be so great?’
    ‘Actually I kind of already know,’ she confessed, unable to hold it in any longer. She winced, hoping that telling someone else might help absolve her of some of the guilt. ‘I already opened the package.’
    Kim was wide-eyed. ‘You’re kiddin’ me! And what did you get?’
    When Rachel didn’t answer, but instead looked guiltily at a sleeping Gary, Kim raised an eyebrow. ‘Somethin’ tells me you could use a cup of coffee and a chat right now, sweetheart,’ she said, grinning. ‘I’m due to take a little break soon. Wanna join me? Trust me, he’ll never know you left.’
    Rachel looked from Kim to Gary. He certainly wasn’t going anywhere. ‘Thanks, I’d love to,’ she said, meaning it.
    ‘I can’t go far, but let me grab us something from the machine and you can join me in the lounge,’ the nurse said, already moving in that direction.
    ‘Thank you. This is so nice of you.’ Rachel was delighted to have someone to unload to. As it was she could never keep anything to herself.
    ‘So I take it you had big plans for this Christmas?’ Kim asked, as they picked up two cups of coffee, with creamers, sugar packets and stir sticks. ‘A flight from Ireland is no short jaunt.’
    ‘Well, someone obviously had big plans –’ Rachel paused as she stirred in her sugar ‘– but I knew nothing about them.’
    Kim nodded in the direction of Gary’s room. ‘You mean that good-lookin’ Irishman back there.’
    ‘Exactly. The problem is that it was supposed to be a surprise. A big surprise. You see . . .’ Rachel started to explain, but Kim cut her off, a question in her eyes.
    ‘Wait a minute. You said before that you guys were engaged, but I’ve just noticed there’s no ring on your finger.’ Suddenly her eyes grew wide. ‘Oh boy, I get it! He had his accident yesterday, on Christmas Eve. He was gonna propose today, and you found the ring in his pocket or something, right?’
    ‘Not quite . . . at least, not in his pocket.’ Rachel looked away but gave a big toothy grin that spoke volumes.
    ‘But you did find it? And now you’re excited, but frustrated that you can’t tell anyone, yet at the same time guilty?’
    ‘In a nutshell, yes.’ Rachel laughed, relieved she didn’t have to spell it out. She told Kim all about the Tiffany’s bag that had been with Gary’s shopping. ‘I’ll bet you’re a good nurse, but I think you’d be an even better detective!’
    ‘Well, don’t be so sure about that. And don’t feel so guilty either. See, he’s a typical man. He didn’t have his shopping done or gifts wrapped by Christmas Eve, then when he’s rushing back to try to make up for lost time he goes and gets himself hit by a cab.’ She shook her head in mock exasperation. ‘If you ask me, it’s his own damn fault you found that ring . . . and probably his own fault he got mowed down in New York traffic