by Connie Cox
“How do I know, Niko? You’re the doctor in the family.” She switched to Greek, a language Niko heard rarely and only among his grandmother’s contemporaries who had immigrated to the United States when she had. But he understood the gist of it.
Yiayia was resistant to taking the disciplined stance needed to protect Sophie’s health, thinking everyone was blowing it all out of proportion when her great-granddaughter looked just fine to her.
Niko gave her a stern look. “Where’s her blood-glucose meter?”
“In my luggage. I haven’t had a chance to unpack yet. She has to check in with the ship’s doctor thirty minutes before supper, anyway.”
Niko glanced down at Sophie, who was looking scared behind that pout she was sporting. The kid had been through even more than the rest of them.
In addition to being diagnosed with juvenile diabetes, her mother had lost a baby and almost her life through miscarriage when their restaurant had had the kitchen fire. All the trauma had been straining a marriage that had been made in heaven. Sophie’s home life had been tense day in and day out for a long time.
The only reason Niko’s oldest brother and sister-in-law had let their daughter come without them was because they were on the verge of emotional exhaustion and Sophie’s doctor had insisted it would be better for Sophie to be away from the stress and tension for a while. So they had stayed behind to keep the restaurant open and work on their relationship, knowing Sophie would be surrounded by aunts, uncles, cousins and Yiayia, who would all watch out for her.
“I’ll take her, Yiayia.” He checked his watch. “We’re a bit early but we’ll stop in and say hello to the doctor while you look for that meter.”
He’d promised his brother he would take care of Sophie. Who could have known his solemn vow would have the side benefit of bringing him together with the good doctor? Niko knew enough about life to make use of good luck when it presented itself.
And now he intended to take full advantage.
CHAPTER TWO
ONCE SAFELY IN her medical suite, Annalise took a deep breath, the first one she’d managed since that man had crowded her in the line boarding the ship.
Surrounded by the tools of her trade, she found her inner balance. If she could relive those brief moments as she boarded the ship...
But, then, going back in time wasn’t possible, no matter how hard she wished for it.
She dragged her clunking cases in front of the locked refrigerator reserved for medicines and inserted her key.
As Annalise put away the supplies she’d brought on board, bumping the bottles and boxes into uniform rows, she felt calm claim her. She pushed away the sheepishness she felt about overreacting. Emotional incidents happened on occasion, especially after such a trying day. Being ashamed of her reaction did nothing but undermine her success in coping.
The bell chimed, signaling someone had come into the medical suite. Officially, office hours didn’t start until tomorrow morning, but she had scheduled a visit with her juvenile diabetes patient to make sure they started off on the right foot. She glanced at her watch. Better early than late.
“But I don’t want to get stuck, Uncle Niko.”
Annalise heard them before she saw them as they entered the anteroom of the medical suite.
“Can’t be helped, Sophie.”
Sophie—it was the Christopoulos child.
That was his voice, wasn’t it? The elevator guy was with her little patient. Sometimes luck wasn’t in her favor.
Still, she liked it that he didn’t trivialize Sophie’s fears.
She’d checked the manifest earlier—solely to see where her little patient’s cabin would be and to verify that a small refrigerator had been moved into her cabin. She found it had been moved to the cabin next door, Niko Christopoulos’ room.
The girl was staying in the cabin next door to the refrigerator with her great-grandmother, Olympia Christopoulos. Twelve people surnamed Christopoulos, all with adjoining cabins or family suites, were on the ship, which had made the odds good she might run into him again.
She thought she’d braced herself for that strange feeling he’d caused in her. But her stomach gave a little flutter, knowing she’d soon be face to face with him again.
Apprehension? More than that.
Fear?
No. Not fear.
Anticipation, maybe?
Before she could sort that one out in her mind she rounded the corner and realized she’d downplayed his good looks in her mind. How could a real flesh-and-blood man be put together so well without magazine airbrushing to lend a hand?
He’d changed. He wore a charcoal-gray boxy button-down made of a silky cotton so fine it slid over his chest when he moved. Even though she wasn’t the touchy-feely type, she wanted to rub it between her fingers—purely for curiosity’s sake. And his white linen slacks looked loose, comfortable, deceptive. She remembered the shape of him in those jeans.
As he filled her office suite, she felt as if an electric current rode just below the surface of her skin. Unsettling was an understatement. But also energizing? Good? Bad?
She wasn’t sure.
Annalise stood a bit taller and smoothed down the lab coat she’d thrown over the chocolate-brown tailored slacks and matching loose blouse she’d changed into.
She felt acutely aware of herself as a woman, an awareness she always pushed down the list behind physician the minute she donned her lab coat.
What was happening to her?
Why now? Why him—okay, that one was easy. How could any woman not fail to go into immediate estrogen overload with him in such close proximity?
He held a notebook. The masculinity of his hand contrasted drastically with the notebook cover, which was totally overlaid with pink glittery stickers.
“Hi, again.” He stuck out his free right hand. “Niko Christopoulos, and this is my niece, Sophie.”
Sophie wore a baby-blue sailor dress with a large white collar and red cowgirl boots. Annalise could imagine the conversation between this little girl with the adorable stubborn jaw and the person who had helped her dress.
She took Niko’s hand, long-fingered and large enough to engulf hers, and that fluttery feeling intensified to an erratic quivering that grew as the seconds ticked by.
Using all her willpower, she made herself hold tight when she wanted to jerk back.
Then he quirked his eyebrow and glanced at their bonded hands.
How was she going to handle this?
Her fallback answer. Professionalism.
She released his hand and used her best patient care smile she’d practiced so hard to perfect. “Welcome, Sophie. I’m Dr. Walcott.”
“Uncle Niko is a doctor, too.”
“Really?” That didn’t surprise her. With his composure, Annalise was sure Niko Christopoulos could be anything he wanted to be.
Annalise squatted down to eye level with her patient, which gave her a good view of Niko Christopoulos’ expensive shoes. “And what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A cook, of course. That’s what we all are—except for Uncle Niko.” She said it as if becoming a doctor instead of a cook was the most rebellious thing a man could do.
Niko shifted, causing Annalise to look up.
His eyes were tense and his mouth bracketed at the corners. “That’s not true, Sophie. Your mother is studying to become a nurse.”
“And my dad says it’s all your fault.”
He gave a deep, sad sigh as he held out his hand to help Annalise stand. “Maybe I should start over. Niko Christopoulos, black sheep of the family.”
Annalise wanted to make up an excuse to ignore his outstretched hand, but she couldn’t bring herself to reject the man even that small bit when he’d obviously been rejec
ted enough by his own family. She knew how that felt.
“Dr. Christopoulos, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” As she said the niceties, he wrapped his hand around hers again, this time with the slightest of familiar pressure as if they were comrades in arms. Between his strength and his warmth she felt cocooned. Before she could feel trapped, he released her.
“Call me Niko. Professional courtesy, right? And you are...?”
She was a woman who rarely gave out her first name to strangers, liking the barrier titles and surnames erected around her.
“Annalise.” Saying her own name aloud felt so intimate, like a secret revealed. Trying to erase the uneasy feeling, she said in her most authoritative voice, “I understand you’re in charge of your niece’s blood-sugar checks while you’re aboard. Do you understand how to balance her food and activity with her insulin? Are you comfortable giving injections? I can give you a refresher course if you like. I know some doctors don’t give injections regularly.”
“Got it down.” His sister-in-law had emailed Sophie’s requirements and he had studied them on the plane.
“I don’t want a shot. I don’t like Uncle Niko being a doctor.”
Annalise shouldn’t get involved in family relations but she found herself saying, “I think it’s awesome your Uncle Niko is a doctor. He helps people feel better.”
“Daddy says Uncle Niko makes people’s noses smaller and his wallet bigger.”
This time Niko grinned, his cat eyes sparkling. “Guilty.” He gave Annalise a wink. “Although I can see my services are not needed here as you have a perfect nose. But we need your professional help, Dr. Walcott. We need to check Sophie’s blood sugar.”
Annalise had a huge moment of doubt. “You don’t know how to use her meter?”
Sophie looked down at her red boots. “Yiayia might have forgotten my blood-sugar meter in the car.”
Niko kept his smile firmly in place to hide his disappointment with Yiayia. She couldn’t seem to understand how important it was to monitor Sophie’s condition. Juvenile diabetes could get out of hand in a heartbeat.
“It’s hard for some family members to accept their young ones needing such continuous care,” Annalise said sympathetically.
Apparently, she saw behind his smile. He must be slipping. He was beyond tired. Could he catch a nap on deck after supper? A few moments of solitude would go a long way to preparing him to facing three weeks with his raucous family en masse.
Annalise pulled up Sophie’s charts on her computer screen. “When’s the last time you ate, Sophie?”
Sophie shrugged, uncharacteristically shy, and pointed to the notebook her uncle held.
Niko turned to the last entry and angled it so Annalise could have a look at the meal listed there. Fast food at a burger joint. There were better choices—much better.
Sophie was young, but she would still have to be taught to be aware of what she ate.
Annalise asked in a different way. “What did you have for lunch?”
“French fries.”
“Anything else?” Niko prompted.
“Aunt Phoebe made me eat my hamburger meat, but I didn’t want to and Yiayia said I shouldn’t have to because we were on vacation.”
“Aunt Phoebe did the right thing.” Annalise opened a cabinet and brought out a glucose meter. “Ready?”
Sophie folded her hands together behind her back and stuck out her chin. “No.”
Niko’s heart broke for her. Life wasn’t fair.
What method of persuasion would work best with her?
Of all his nieces and nephews, Sophie was the most stubborn of the bunch. She’d often been compared to him. What would have worked best for him?
“Sophie Olympia Christopoulos, I’m not going to treat you like a baby. You’re too brave for that. Now stick that finger out there and prove it to me.”
Niko could see the wheels turning in Sophie’s little brain and knew he’d scored. She stood up straighter and held out a finger. Right before Annalise rested the meter against it, Sophie broke. “Hold my hand, Uncle Niko, so it won’t go and hide again.”
Niko looked up at the ceiling, trying to find the strength before looping his fingers firmly around her tiny wrist. “All right. Let’s do this.”
“Are you ready?” Annalise moved quickly, pricking in mid-sentence before Sophie had a chance to tense up more. “It’s over.”
Sophie looked surprised. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“When Daddy does it, it hurts more.”
Niko could guess why. His brother probably let the drama build so high that the fear was worse than the prick.
It seemed a family meeting was in order.
The tug o’war that had been pulling at him all these months gave a jerk to his gut. He was the doctor in the family, the one they’d all sacrificed to put through medical school. The one they relied on for explaining these kinds of things. But he’d been out of town and out of touch more often than not.
And, if all went as planned, after this trip, he would be practically unreachable most of the time.
Guilt bowed his shoulders.
Annalise read the numbers then showed them to Niko. He hid his wince then checked his watch.
“We’ll eat in fifteen minutes. It’s about time for insulin, rapid and long-acting. Let’s go with the same amount and I’ll make sure she eats better this meal to balance it out.”
“Sounds good. Check again a few hours before bedtime to see if she needs a snack. Ask your waiter to bring apples and orange juice to keep in your room’s refrigerator.”
“Will do.”
“Ice cream!” Sophie said. “I want ice cream. Yiayia said I could have—”
Niko cocked his eyebrow, stopping her whine in mid-sentence. “If you eat your meal, you can have a little for dessert.”
While Annalise opened up her refrigerator and took out a vial of insulin, Niko paged through the notebook. “Abdomen for breakfast and lunch, thigh for supper, right?”
Annalise double-checked her notes. “Yes. And today is left side, tomorrow is right side.”
Sophie’s face clouded up as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She looked so small and delicate.
Niko felt so powerless. Injections and a strict regimen were Sophie’s fate for the rest of her life.
He picked her up to sit her on the examining table, giving her a big hug midway. “Sweetie, I would take this for you if I could, but I can’t.”
“If I don’t eat, I don’t have to have a shot, right?”
“Not an option, little one.”
He took the vials from Annalise and filled the syringe to the proper marking.
“Hold your finger out like a candle, sweetie.” He held up his own finger, showing her.
“I’m going to hold your leg still.” He put his hand on her thigh. “When I say, ‘Now,’ pretend you’re blowing out the candle. Be sure to blow hard.”
She gave him a confused look.
“Trust me.” He focused on the injection site. “Now.”
While Sophie blew, Niko took advantage of her distraction and injected the insulin.
“Good girl. All over.” He jotted down the particulars in Sophie’s notebook, taking a moment to appreciate the details his brothers and sisters-in-law were trying so carefully to document.
“You want to dig through the treasure chest, Sophie, and pick out a toy?”
“Okay.” Sophie shrugged, not looking very excited. After all these months of doctors’ visits she’d probably been rewarded with too many cheap toys in the past to make this one special.
Annalise helped Sophie down from the table then opened a huge plastic tub filled with monster trucks and snorkels and magic wands.
“I think there’s a superhero cape in there somewhere. A real one.”
Sophie began flinging plastic trucks and coloring books out of the box, digging for the cape. “Really?”
“Absolutely. I save the good stuff for the most courageous girls and boys.”
Niko gave Dr. Annalise Walcott a long look. She was a smart one, reinforcing Niko’s challenge to be brave with an enticing reward. Small things made big impressions with little patients. While he had the minimum of pediatrics training, he’d treated enough frightened children to pick up a thing or two. Apparently, Annalise had treated her own fair share of children, too.
“Found it!” Sophie triumphantly held up a bright pink cape along with the sparkling wand attached to it.
Niko quickly yanked off and crumpled up the tag that declared it a fairy costume instead of a superheroine disguise.
As she pointed the wand at him, he obligingly shrank back with as much mock terror on his face as he could muster. “SuperSophie. If I were a nasty villain, I would be quaking in my shoes right now.”
“Let me tie it on for you,” Annalise offered.
The pleased smile she gave Sophie made Niko think the good doctor really had picked out the cape herself. With her long legs she’d make the perfect bustiered and masked crusader.
Niko rubbed his hand over his eyes, clearing the vision. What was it about this demure doctor that had his imagination running wild? Had he been under so much pressure that he needed to resort to a fantasy life for relief? If so, what did that say for his stamina in the field?
Lack of resilience or desire to make a difference wasn’t what sidelined most of the special mission doctors. Coping with the mental stress, knowing they were only making a small dent in the needs of so many was what broke most of them.
Then again, maybe Annalise brought out the creative imagination in him. Nothing wrong with that, was there? This was a fantasy cruise after all.
“You’re really good with her, Dr. Christopoulos. I’m impressed.” When she smiled, her gaze was honest, her voice sincere. It felt better than good to be appreciated.
