He’d paid off the latter, but in his heart, he would forever be in Theresa Manetti’s debt. Which made coming here, hat in hand, rather awkward for him.
But this wasn’t for him, Jeff reminded himself. It was for his mother. Thinking of that now, he pushed on. “I remember that you once said one of your close friends has a daughter who’s a doctor.”
“I might have mentioned it,” Theresa recalled. “And if I did, I was talking about Maizie. Her daughter, Nikki, is a doctor.” A slight note of confusion entered her voice. “But Nikki’s a pediatrician and I don’t imagine that you’re looking for a baby doctor—are you?” she asked suddenly, looking at him in surprise.
It had been a while since she’d been in contact with Jeff, and although she would have liked to think he would have gotten in touch to tell her if he was getting married, she really had no guarantee of that. After all, he was a very busy young man these days.
“No,” Jeff quickly answered. “But your friend’s daughter does interact with other doctors, doesn’t she?” he asked. “At the hospital, I mean.”
She wasn’t accustomed to seeing Jeff this unsure of himself, not since he’d first come to work for her. She tried to set him at ease.
“Nikki’s a very friendly young woman, so yes, I’m sure she does. What’s this all about, Jeff? Are you ill?” she asked, displaying a deeply ingrained mother’s sense of concern.
He suddenly realized how he had to be coming across. “Oh, no, not me—”
“Your wife, then?” she asked, watching his face to see if she’d guessed correctly.
“No, no wife. No time,” Jeff added, then told her, “You know I’d never get married without inviting you, Mrs. Man—Theresa,” he corrected before she could. “You’re like a second mother to me.” He sighed. “Which brings me to my first mother.”
“Your mother’s ill?” Theresa asked, recalling how supportive the woman had been of her son when he’d first opened his restaurant, Dinner for Two. “What’s wrong, Jeff?”
“That’s why I need the name of a good doctor—preferably one with a really good bedside manner about him—or her,” he added quickly. “Actually, I think my mother would prefer a her,” he told Theresa. “As for me, I’d just prefer a good doctor.”
“When was the last time your mother saw a doctor?” Theresa asked, curious.
He really didn’t have to stop to think. He knew. His mother avoided doctors as if they carried the plague in their pocket. “When she gave birth to my sister. Tina’s twenty-nine now,” he added.
That was really hard to believe. “You’re kidding,” Theresa said.
“No, I’m not,” he said honestly. “My mother doesn’t trust doctors. A doctor misdiagnosed my father’s condition until it was too late to save him.” It had happened twenty-five years ago. At the age of ten, he’d suddenly been the man of the family. “He died.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that,” Theresa said with genuine sympathy. “But that doesn’t mean all doctors are like that.”
He blew out a breath, feeling very weary all of a sudden. “I know that, but my mother, well, it’s hard to win an argument with her. However, she’s getting weaker and I just might be able to bully her into it—if I can find a competent, sympathetic doctor to take my mother to.”
“Which is where I come in,” Theresa concluded.
Jeff nodded. “Could you put me in contact with your friend’s daughter? Or have your friend’s daughter recommend someone to you? I don’t care how it’s done,” he told her, feeling just a little desperate, as if he was fighting the clock.
He had no idea just how serious his mother’s condition was, but she’d been in pain recently. A lot of pain. “I just need it done. I’ll take my mother to see this doctor on your say-so. My mom’s only sixty-five, Theresa, and she has a lot of life left—as long as I can get her to see reason and get treatment for whatever it is that’s making her feel so weak and ill.”
Theresa smiled at him. She found his concern for his mother touching.
“You’re a good son, Jeff,” she told him affectionately.
Jeff shrugged away the compliment. He appreciated what Theresa was saying, but he really needed the name of that doctor. “She’s a good mother. I’d like her to live long enough to see her grandkids.”
Theresa’s ears perked up. “So there is something I should know about?”
Jeff laughed softly. “My sister, Tina, has got two kids and my brother’s wife is two months away from giving birth to their first baby.”
Since he’d opened the door, Theresa saw no reason not to slip in and satisfy her curiosity. “What about you, Jeff? Would you like to have children?”
It wasn’t something he thought about often. “First I’d have to find a wife who would be willing to put up with my crazy hours—”
Theresa’s antennae went up a little higher. “But if you did?” she pressed.
“Then yes, I guess I’d like to have kids,” he allowed. “But right now, I just want to find someone who can get my mom well.”
Theresa nodded. “I’m on it,” she told the young man she thought of as a son. “Consider it already taken care of, Jeff,” she added with a smile.
He paused to kiss her cheek before leaving. “You’re the best,” he told her.
“At what I do, yes,” Theresa replied softly. She doubted that her former protégé heard as he hurried from her office.
* * *
“You’ll never guess who came to see me today,” Maizie Sommers told her two best friends as they all gathered around the card table in her family room for their weekly game of poker.
“Considering all the traffic that your office sees, my guess would be just about anybody,” Cilia Parnell quipped.
“Try harder,” Maizie coaxed, displaying her customary patience. “Who’s the one person you’d never think would come to see me? I’ll give you a hint—it’s about our matchmaking hobby,” she told her friends, her eyes shifting from Theresa to Cilia and then back again as she waited for one of them to make a guess.
“Well, that narrows it down to half the immediate world,” Cilia quipped. And then she took a closer look at her friend. “You look like the cat that ate the proverbial canary. I suggest you tell us or we’ll be sitting here guessing all evening—and getting it wrong.”
“Besides, I have to ask you something—and I have news,” Theresa announced excitedly, “so get on with it, Maizie. You know I hate it when you just leave off the ending like that.”
Maizie shook her head, surrendering. “Oh, all right. You two do take the fun out of this, you know that, don’t you?” she said, feigning disappointment.
“The person’s name?” Cilia prodded her friend, waiting.
She thought she’d at least get them to play along once or twice. However, since they didn’t, Maizie told them, “Nikki.”
Theresa looked slightly confused. “Your daughter, Nikki?”
“I’ve only got one daughter,” Maizie pointed out, thinking it was needless to add her name in like that. “Yes. Nikki.”
“She came to you about matchmaking?” Cilia asked, astonished.
“Yes,” Maizie replied patiently.
It didn’t make any sense to Theresa. “Well, your granddaughters are too young, so Nikki didn’t come about them—” And then something else occurred to her. “How does she know that you’re into matchmaking?”
To the best of Theresa’s knowledge, none of their children knew anything about this side venture she and her two best friends were engaged in, despite the fact that they’d secretly arranged all four of their children’s marriages.
“Apparently, Jewel told her,” Maizie said, shifting her gaze toward Cilia.
Very little ruffled Cilia, but this clearly astonished her.
“My Jewel?” Cilia asked incredulously. This was the first
she’d heard even a hint of this. Certainly Jewel had never said anything to her.
Maizie nodded. “Your Jewel,” she confirmed. “But the really astonishing thing about this is that Nikki wants me to ‘work my magic,’ as she put it, to arrange a match for her friend Mikki. The two of them were roommates all through college and then they graduated medical school together—”
“Wait, so this Mikki you’re talking about, she’s a doctor?” Theresa asked, wanting to be absolutely sure she was getting the story straight before she allowed her imagination to run off with her.
“That’s what usually happens when you graduate medical school,” Maizie replied, her voice somewhat strained.
A doctor.
That was all Theresa needed to hear. She clapped her hands together in a sudden, uncharacteristically overwhelming burst of joy.
“Perfect!”
Maizie glared at her friend oddly, wondering what had come over her. “I think so, too. But why did you just say that?”
To explain, Theresa felt she had to backtrack a little. “Do you two remember Jeff Sabatino? That very handsome boy who used to work for me and then went on to open up his own restaurant right here in Bedford?” She looked at Maizie and Cilia, searching for any signs of recognition.
“Oh, that’s right. Dinner for Two,” Maizie recalled. “I went there when it first opened. Wonderful food. You taught him well,” she told Theresa with a warm smile. And then she paused. “But why are you bringing him up?”
“Well, initially I wanted to ask if Nikki could recommend a good doctor for his mother. Seems Mrs. Sabatino refuses to go see one, and Jeff thinks she’s in failing health,” Theresa answered. “He asked me to ask you to ask Nikki—”
Cilia held up her hand, stopping her friend from continuing. “Cut to the bottom line, Theresa. None of us are as young as we used to be.”
Maizie gave her friend a look. “Some of us are younger than others, Cilia—but yes, Theresa, what is the bottom line?”
Theresa told them Jeff’s request. “Can you have Nikki recommend a good doctor—preferably female—with a good bedside manner?”
Maizie hadn’t come this far in life without the aid of well-honed intuition. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
Theresa loved it when things just all seemed to come together. They all did.
“Well, Jeff is extremely good-looking. He’s got chiseled features and liquid green eyes a woman could get lost in,” she told her friends. “I’m speaking as a grandmother, by the way,” she added in case her friends had any doubts about her interest in the young man, “and there’s no girlfriend in the picture. He said something to the effect that he’d like to have kids, but he’s too busy right now making a go of his restaurant—and taking care of his mother.”
Maizie needed no more. Her eyes lit up. “We could get two birds with one stone.”
“Exactly what I was just thinking when you started talking about Nikki’s friend,” Theresa said. And then a bubble-bursting thought suddenly occurred to her. “This friend, she’s not a specialist, is she?”
“From what I remember, Mikki is an internist who specializes in cardiology,” Maizie answered.
She smiled broadly at the two other women sitting at the card table. A single hand hadn’t been dealt yet, and quite possibly, one wouldn’t be, at least not tonight, Maizie thought. Tonight was for making plans and laying groundwork.
This was going to be good.
Maizie smiled broadly at her friends. “Ladies, I believe—in the words of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous character, Sherlock Holmes—that the game is afoot.”
“I think the quote ran a little differently than that,” Cilia corrected.
Theresa waved her hand at the possible contradiction. “The exact wording doesn’t matter, Cilia. What does matter is that we just might have ourselves another match in the offing.”
“Details,” Maizie said aloud what they were all thinking. “Let’s review details.” She turned toward Theresa. “You tell us about your former protégé and then I’ll tell you about my daughter’s friend so that there are no surprises—other than pleasant ones, of course,” she added.
Theresa rubbed her hands together and smiled broadly at the two other women at the table. “I knew today was going to be a good day.”
“Put your cards away, Maizie,” Cilia said, noticing that the deck was still out. “Looks like we’ve got work to do.”
Chapter Two
“Oh, come on, Michelle. Come to the party with me. You work too hard, darling. Don’t be afraid of having a little fun.”
Mikki McKenna suppressed a deep sigh.
Served her right for answering her cell phone without looking at caller ID. But she’d just pulled into her parking spot in front of the medical building, and because of the hour, she had naturally assumed that it was someone in her office or the hospital calling.
Either that, or it was one of a handful of patients she’d entrusted with her private line in case of an emergency.
She hadn’t expected her mother to call. That came under the heading of an entirely different sort of emergency. Something just short of the apocalypse.
It had been several months since she’d heard from her mother. Thinking back, Mikki vaguely remembered that it had been right between her mother shedding Tim Wilson, husband number four, and going off on a cruise to some faraway island paradise, the name of which presently escaped her. Her mother always went off on a cruise after every divorce. Cruises were her mother’s primary hunting grounds for potential new husbands. She kept going on different cruises until she found someone to her satisfaction.
“I’m not afraid of having fun, Mother,” Mikki began, attempting to get her mother to see her side for a change even though, in her heart, it was a hopeless endeavor.
Veronica McKenna Sheridan Tolliver Wilson—her mother thought that having so many names made her seem like British royalty—immediately interjected, “Well, then come! This promises to be a really wonderful party, Michelle. Anderson throws absolutely the very best parties,” she said with enthusiasm.
Anderson. So that was the new candidate’s name. She wondered if the man had any idea what he was in for.
“I’m sure that he does, Mother,” Mikki said, humoring her. “But—”
Veronica was quick to shut her daughter down. She’d had years of practice.
“Michelle, please, you need to have a little fun before you suddenly find that you’re too old to enjoy yourself. Honestly, I don’t know how I wound up raising such a stick in the mud,” Veronica lamented dramatically.
Possibly because you didn’t raise me at all, Mother, Mikki thought.
Between her parents’ arguments and the almost-frenzied partying they both indulged in, singularly and together, she’d hardly ever seen her parents when they were still married.
She remembered being periodically dropped off to stay with various relatives as a child. As she got older, there were sleepovers at friends’ homes instead, especially her best friend, Nicole. Envious of the family unity she witnessed, Mikki had made sure she was the perfect houseguest, going the extra mile by cleaning up after herself as well as her friend and even preparing breakfast whenever possible.
It was her way of ensuring that she would be invited back.
By the time she was twelve, her parents had divorced, and they’d professed to want shared custody of her—which meant, in reality, that neither parent really wanted to be saddled with her upbringing. Each kept sending her to the other. Money was substituted for love. The only interest from either one of her parents came by way of the actual interest her trust fund accrued.
If it hadn’t been for her great-aunt Bethany, Mikki would have felt that she had no family at all. It was Great-Aunt Bethany who took an interest in her education and suggested that she consider attending medical sch
ool.
The latter had grown out of her having nursed an injured bird back to health after it had flown into the sliding glass patio door.
“You have a good heart and good instincts, Michelle. It would be a shame to let that go to waste,” Great-Aunt Bethany had told her that summer, literally dropping a number of medical school pamphlets in her lap.
And that had been the beginning of Mikki’s career in medicine. Her desire to help others, to make a difference, took root that summer. Very simply, it was the reason she had decided to become a doctor.
There had also been a small part of her—because for the most part, she had given up hoping to make any meaningful connection with her mother—that did hope her mother would be proud of her choice.
She supposed she should have known better.
“Well, if that’s what you want, I suppose you should go for it,” Veronica had said when she told her mother of her plans to go to medical school. “But personally, I can’t see why you’d want to go poking around people’s insides or whatever it is that you’ll be doing. It’s all so very icky, darling.” Mikki could still picture the look of revulsion on her mother’s face. “And you really don’t have to do that, you know. You don’t need to earn a living.”
She let her mother go on trying to talk her out of her choice until Veronica lost interest in the subject.
Her mother was always losing interest in subjects, this included the various men that she had married. It was always “the next one” who promised to be better. Until he wasn’t.
Watching her mother over the years, Mikki had become sure of one thing. That was not the kind of life she wanted.
“I’m only going to be in town for another day or two,” her mother was saying now. “I don’t know why you don’t want to take the opportunity to come out of your shell and see me.”
“Because I won’t be seeing you,” Mikki pointed out patiently. “Not personally, at least. You’ll be partying with an entire ballroom full of people.” Her mother was never happier than when she was the center of everyone’s attention. And if she wasn’t the center of attention, she did something to make that happen.
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