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Authors: Lucy Clark
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there would be no long stares, no touching and definitely no kissing.
She turned over, settling into a new position, forcing her mind to think of a different scenario to soothe her back to sleep.
She’d just started to settle, thinking about driving her father’s beloved Jaguar E-Cabriolet through the lush, green Adelaide hills, the top down on the car, the wind in her hair as all of her stresses floated away, when she heard a noise again. She instinctively knew it was the same noise that had initially woken her and it was coming from next door.
It was the beeping of Miles Trevellion’s mobile phone, no doubt alerting him to the fact that he’d just received a text message. She huffed impatiently as she heard him move around next door, wanting him to be as silent as possible so that she could get some sleep. Didn’t the man have any idea how thin these walls were?
Janessa waited for a few minutes, listening to him, trying to picture the way he’d be moving around the apartment she knew was the mirror image of her own. As she lay there, she began to wonder what he would be wearing. It didn’t sound as though he had shoes on and he was obviously in the kitchen, making himself something to eat.
After another few minutes the noises seemed to settle and she once again started to relax, hoping he’d finished his predawn snack and head back to bed. Then, in the next instant, his mobile phone rang, followed by the crash of a chair falling and then the kettle whistling to signify it had boiled.
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ she growled, and flipped the bedcovers back. Stomping to the wall, she banged her fist on it. ‘Can you keep it down, Miles? Some of us are trying to sleep.’
‘Janessa?’
‘Who else would you be waking at three o’clock in the morning?’ she demanded.
‘Sorry. Didn’t realise you could hear me.’ A pause then, ‘No. No. Not you, Marta. Someone else—my neighbour.’
Marta? Janessa stepped back and looked at the wall in confusion. Through her sleep-deprived brain she belatedly realised he was talking on the phone to Marta von Hugen, who, she knew from the articles she’d read, was one of his colleagues in America.
Shaking her head, she stomped back to her bed and buried her face beneath the pillow, trying desperately to drown out the sounds from next door. She almost sky-rocketed through the ceiling, though, when someone knocked on her door. The pillow was tossed aside as she flicked back the covers and pulled a robe on over her short nightshirt. Usually, if there was an emergency in the NICU, she would be called or paged but sometimes they knocked on her door.
A second later she stood there, blonde hair loose and dishevelled, robe knotted at her waist, legs and feet bare, door open as she stared into Miles’s wide-awake blue eyes.
‘Didn’t mean to wake you,’ he began, ‘but now that you’re up, I was wondering if you have any herbal teas? I only have coffee,’ he continued, ‘which doesn’t sit too well with jet lag.’
Janessa stood there, glaring at him, one hand on the door, the other over the knotted robe, ensuring that it didn’t accidentally come undone. ‘It’s three o’clock in the morning, Miles.’
‘I know, but we’re both used to being woken at ridiculous hours and I really could do with that tea. One good strong cup of herbal tea will have me sleeping like a baby in no time.’
He smiled at her.
The combination of his eyes sparkling, his lips curving, his straight white teeth shining brightly at her caused her knees to tremble momentarily. Her hand tightened on the door, more for support than anything else. Damn, but he was good looking. She had to be strong. Resist his natural charm. She had to focus and be professional.
‘I apologise once again for waking you and now for disturbing you,’ he went on when she made no reply. ‘My body clock is still on American time and I probably should have remembered to turn my phone to silent. If it’s at
She turned over, settling into a new position, forcing her mind to think of a different scenario to soothe her back to sleep.
She’d just started to settle, thinking about driving her father’s beloved Jaguar E-Cabriolet through the lush, green Adelaide hills, the top down on the car, the wind in her hair as all of her stresses floated away, when she heard a noise again. She instinctively knew it was the same noise that had initially woken her and it was coming from next door.
It was the beeping of Miles Trevellion’s mobile phone, no doubt alerting him to the fact that he’d just received a text message. She huffed impatiently as she heard him move around next door, wanting him to be as silent as possible so that she could get some sleep. Didn’t the man have any idea how thin these walls were?
Janessa waited for a few minutes, listening to him, trying to picture the way he’d be moving around the apartment she knew was the mirror image of her own. As she lay there, she began to wonder what he would be wearing. It didn’t sound as though he had shoes on and he was obviously in the kitchen, making himself something to eat.
After another few minutes the noises seemed to settle and she once again started to relax, hoping he’d finished his predawn snack and head back to bed. Then, in the next instant, his mobile phone rang, followed by the crash of a chair falling and then the kettle whistling to signify it had boiled.
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ she growled, and flipped the bedcovers back. Stomping to the wall, she banged her fist on it. ‘Can you keep it down, Miles? Some of us are trying to sleep.’
‘Janessa?’
‘Who else would you be waking at three o’clock in the morning?’ she demanded.
‘Sorry. Didn’t realise you could hear me.’ A pause then, ‘No. No. Not you, Marta. Someone else—my neighbour.’
Marta? Janessa stepped back and looked at the wall in confusion. Through her sleep-deprived brain she belatedly realised he was talking on the phone to Marta von Hugen, who, she knew from the articles she’d read, was one of his colleagues in America.
Shaking her head, she stomped back to her bed and buried her face beneath the pillow, trying desperately to drown out the sounds from next door. She almost sky-rocketed through the ceiling, though, when someone knocked on her door. The pillow was tossed aside as she flicked back the covers and pulled a robe on over her short nightshirt. Usually, if there was an emergency in the NICU, she would be called or paged but sometimes they knocked on her door.
A second later she stood there, blonde hair loose and dishevelled, robe knotted at her waist, legs and feet bare, door open as she stared into Miles’s wide-awake blue eyes.
‘Didn’t mean to wake you,’ he began, ‘but now that you’re up, I was wondering if you have any herbal teas? I only have coffee,’ he continued, ‘which doesn’t sit too well with jet lag.’
Janessa stood there, glaring at him, one hand on the door, the other over the knotted robe, ensuring that it didn’t accidentally come undone. ‘It’s three o’clock in the morning, Miles.’
‘I know, but we’re both used to being woken at ridiculous hours and I really could do with that tea. One good strong cup of herbal tea will have me sleeping like a baby in no time.’
He smiled at her.
The combination of his eyes sparkling, his lips curving, his straight white teeth shining brightly at her caused her knees to tremble momentarily. Her hand tightened on the door, more for support than anything else. Damn, but he was good looking. She had to be strong. Resist his natural charm. She had to focus and be professional.
‘I apologise once again for waking you and now for disturbing you,’ he went on when she made no reply. ‘My body clock is still on American time and I probably should have remembered to turn my phone to silent. If it’s at
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