Unwrapping The Neurosurgeon's Heart. Charlotte Hawkes

her way out of the lift with no choice but to walk together across the lobby or risk making things look all the more awkward.

      The doors slid open and the cool night air hit her hard. In a matter of seconds he’d be gone, across the car park and into that low, muscled vehicle of his.

      Any opportunity would have evaporated. For good.

      She stopped abruptly at the kerbside.

      ‘Can I ask you something?’

      ‘Shoot,’ he invited.

      She opened her mouth but her courage deserted her abruptly.

      ‘Those mince pies the other day...were you also the one who decorated the desk with tinsel?’

      He grinned.

      ‘Sometimes in a place like this—’ he bobbed his head back to the hospital ‘—it can be easy to forget Christmas should be a celebration. Don’t underestimate how much a bit of tinsel and a few mince pies can lift the spirits.’

      ‘Blue and white tinsel hung like an ECG tracing,’ she clarified.

      ‘Festive and atmospheric all at once.’ He grinned again, and another moment of awareness rippled over her skin.

      ‘Right.’

      ‘Indeed.’

      They watched each other a moment longer. Neither speaking. Finally, Sol took a step forward.

      ‘Well, goodnight, Anouk.’

      ‘Can I ask you something else?’

      He stopped and turned back to her as she drew in a deep breath.

      ‘How is it you know this family so well? Well enough that you’ve saddled yourself with four of the worst shifts of the year just to get the night off to sit with those girls in there whilst your brother is helping their mum?’

      A hundred witty comebacks danced on his tongue. She could practically feel them buzzing in the air around the two of them. But then he looked at her and seemed to bite them back.

      ‘Malachi and I work with a young carers’ group in town,’ he heard himself saying. ‘Katie and Isobel are two of about thirty kids who come to the centre.’

      ‘So many?’

      It was the bleak look in his eyes that gouged her the most.

      ‘That’s not even the half of it.’ He shook his head. ‘You’ve read the reports, probably around a quarter of a million kids are carers for a parent or other family member. All under sixteen, some as young as four or five. We want to reach them all but we’ve only just got the council on board. Sometimes the hardest bit is getting people to even acknowledge there’s an issue.’

      ‘You’re raising awareness?’ Her eyebrows shot up.

      This really meant something to him? He truly cared?

      He watched her carefully, wordless for a moment. As if he was waging some internal battle. She waited, holding her breath, although she didn’t understand why.

      ‘We’re having a fundraiser on Saturday night, to throw a spotlight on the centre.’

      ‘Solomon Gunn is throwing a charity gala?’

      Something flitted across his eyes but then he grinned and offered a nonchalant shrug, and it was gone.

      ‘What can I say? Lots of attractive, willing women to choose from, so I guess I get to kill the two proverbial birds with one stone.’

      The silence pulled tighter, tauter.

      A few hours ago she would have believed that. Now she knew it was an act. And that was what terrified her the most.

      Was she being open-minded and non-judgemental? Or was she simply being gullible, seeing what she wished she could see?

      ‘Come with me.’

      She had a feeling the invitation had slipped out before he could stop himself.

      She frowned.

      ‘Sorry?’

      For a moment she thought he was going to laugh it off.

      ‘Be my guest at the gala.’

      Something rocked her from the inside. Like thousands of butterflies all waking up from their hibernation, and beating their wings all at once.

      She had never experienced anything like it.

      ‘Like...a date?’

      ‘Why not?’ he asked cheerfully.

      As though it was no big deal to him.

      It probably wasn’t.

      ‘With you?’

      ‘Your eagerness is a real ego boost for a man, you know that?’

      She aimed a sceptical look in his direction.

      ‘I hardly think a man like you needs any more ego massages. You have women practically throwing themselves at you at every turn.’

      ‘I’m not asking them, though, am I?’ he pointed out. ‘I’m asking you.’

      She schooled herself not to be sucked in. Not to fall into that age-old trap. But it wasn’t as easy as it had been for all those other men who had flirted with her over the years.

      Because those other guys hadn’t been Sol, a small voice needled her.

      Anouk gritted her teeth.

      ‘Is that why you’re inviting me? Because you don’t like the fact that I’m not falling over myself to flirt with you?’

      ‘That’s exactly it,’ he replied, deadpan. ‘I find my ego can’t take the knockback.’

      ‘Sarcastic much?’ she muttered, but a small smile tugged at her mouth despite herself.

      ‘I’ll pick you up at half-past seven.’

      ‘I might be on duty.’

      ‘You aren’t.’ He shrugged.

      ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘Relax. I was just checking the rotas before and I don’t remember seeing your name.’

      She told herself that it meant nothing. It was pure coincidence.

      ‘What makes you think I want to go?’

      ‘What else are you doing that night? It’s fun, and, hey, you can do something for charity at the same time.’

      He was impressively convincing.

      ‘People will think I’m just the next notch on your bedpost.’

      ‘Some women are happy to have that accolade.’

      ‘I am not some women.’

      ‘No,’ he agreed. ‘You are not.’

      The compliment rolled through her, making long-dormant parts of her body unfurl and stretch languidly. Her head was rapidly losing this battle with her body.

      ‘How about this?’ he suggested. ‘I’ll give you my ticket and you can take Saskia, or whoever you want, as your plus one.’

      ‘You would give me your ticket?’

      ‘Sure. That way you won’t feel like I’m trying to obligate you in any way.’

      ‘And I could take anyone?’

      ‘Of course.’

      She narrowed her eyes.

      ‘Even a date of my own?’

      ‘Oof!’ He clutched his stomach as though she’d delivered a punch to his gut, making her laugh exactly as he’d clearly intended. ‘You know where to strike a man,