Convenient Marriage, Surprise Twins

by Amy Ruttan

  And she hated herself for letting that thought in.

  Sophie frowned. “You hate it, don’t you?”

  “No, no,” Lana apologized quickly. “It’s just overwhelming. I hadn’t planned on...”

  Getting married after David had crushed her heart. Having a wedding. Getting married to Andrew ever.

  “I hadn’t planned on a wedding.” Which wasn’t a lie. “We just wanted to go down to City Hall. Do it quietly.”

  Sophie smiled. “Which is why I’m planning it. I am the best wedding planner on the island.”

  “I know.” Lana smiled. Sophie wasn’t her mother, but she was the closest she’d had to one for the last fifteen years. Sophie had stepped in when Lana had gone to school in California. And she sometimes couldn’t help but wonder if her father had remarried just so there was someone to take care of Jack when she was away. But then that made her wonder: had he only let her go because she was following in his footsteps?

  Don’t think like that. Dad loves Sophie and so do you. It killed Lana to be lying to her on so many levels. “I do love it. Truly.”

  “I knew it.” Sophie clapped her hands and put the dress back in its garment bag before swinging around with another garment bag. “I have your gala dress ready too.”

  Lana groaned inwardly. Right. The gala fund-raiser was the night before her wedding. Two fancy dresses in the span of twenty-four hours. This would be brutal.

  Lana braced herself, but as Sophie pulled out a royal blue, long ball gown, also backless and covered in lace, she relaxed because it was completely stunning. This dress she really did love. Royal blue was one of her favorite colors.

  “I can see by the way your eyes lit up you like this one more,” Sophie teased.

  “I do.” Lana touched the dress. “Can’t I get married in this?”

  “No, no. It’s ivory for a sunset wedding on the beach. It’s traditional and your father wants traditional.” Sophie took the gala dress and zipped it back up in its garment bag before handing it over to Lana. “I’ll keep the wedding gown at the house, but since the gala is tomorrow night I’ll leave this dress with you.”

  “Thanks, Sophie.” And she truly did mean it. She would be lost without her stepmother. This whole thing was so out of her league.

  Sophie kissed her cheek. “Any time.”

  Lana walked her out and then once the door was shut she sank down in her office chair, trying not to let this farce of a marriage overwhelm her.

  Too late.

  There was a knock and, before she could say Don’t come in, Andrew came barging in. She startled at seeing him. In the past week she’d seen him in the halls when he wasn’t training Jack, but she’d kept her nose down in whatever she was doing to ignore him and avoid him. In her office there was no escaping him. She was trapped. He took one look at her and he frowned.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as he shut the door.

  “Nothing.”

  “You looked like you were about explode.” He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he assessed her.

  Because I am.

  “I’m fine. Just busy. What can I do for you?”

  “I have a patient I need a consult on.”

  She was taken aback. Andrew always went to her father when it came to consults. Never her. Which was a slap in the face. Her father might be Chief of Surgery but she was Head of Ortho. Her father was so busy with administration he didn’t clock as many hours in the operating room any more. She was clocking more hours, but other surgeons rarely sought her opinion. “Is my father unavailable?”

  “No, but I’d like your opinion.”

  “Why?” she asked cautiously.

  “Why not?” He gave her a questioning look. “Why are you so uncomfortable about this?”

  “I’m not uncomfortable.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You totally are.”

  “You’ve never wanted my opinion on your patients before... You always went to my father.”

  “I never saw you operate before and when I observed you for that femur repair and how you did that surgery I was impressed.”

  “How gracious of you to notice.”

  Andrew rolled his eyes. “Fine. I want your opinion because it would look good. You’ve been distant this past week; people are noticing. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  “Fine.” She grinned sweetly at him. “I just wanted the truth.”

  “You’re so infuriating! I told you the truth. You’re an impressive surgeon.”

  “If I’m so impressive why don’t you let me look at your shoulder? You seem to roll it or wince a lot. Does it bother you?”

  That caught him off guard. Instead of annoyance, a cold firmness set in his jaw. The twinkle went out of his eyes. “I’m fine. A little tension, nothing a good massage won’t fix.”

  “I think...”

  “I said I’m fine,” he snapped and she knew that she was pushing him too far.

  “Let’s go see your patient,” she said, exasperated.

  Andrew nodded, but wouldn’t look her in the eye. She felt bad for pushing him, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he was so sensitive about his shoulder. It could be a simple fix if it was injured. That was if it was more than a little tension. It might not even require surgery but physiotherapy, but it was as if he’d given up on it.

  Can’t you relate?

  Hadn’t she given up on a lot of things? Things that she really didn’t want to discuss because they too were a sore spot. It wasn’t any of her business, because she didn’t want people prying into her life. After David she was tired of being under the microscope and it was apparent by the way Andrew threw up a wall so fast that he didn’t want her to pry into his life either.

  “So what seems to be the problem?” Lana asked as they walked side by side down the hall. She wanted to change the subject. “What do you need me to look at?”

  “The patient came in with what appeared to be a simple shoulder dislocation, but the X-rays are unclear. I think he’ll need surgery because if I try to pop that shoulder back into the socket I think it’s just going to pop right back out or it’ll puncture his lung if I try to put it back into place manually.”

  “Did he say how he did it?”

  “Golfing,” Andrew remarked. “He’s a tourist. He’s also French.”

  “Does he speak English?”

  Andrew grinned and waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Well, he did until we gave him sedation. He’s been saying a bunch of interesting things now.”

  Lana groaned. No wonder he hadn’t asked her father to do this.

  Andrew wanted to torture her. As soon as they entered the room the patient grinned at her.

  “Monsieur, Je vous presenté mon collègue, le Dr Haole, voir votre bras.”

  The patient just grinned. “Ah, quelle belle femme!”

  “What did he say?” Lana asked under her breath.

  “He said what a beautiful woman.”

  “Clearly he’s drugged up,” she muttered as she pulled on a trauma gown and gloves so she could inspect the patient more closely.

  “Why would you imply that?” Andrew asked, puzzled.

  “Imply what?” she said, distracted.

  “That the compliment really isn’t a compliment because the patient is drugged up. You’re very attractive, Lana, and, sedated or not, I believe he’s speaking the truth. You are very beautiful.”

  Andrew’s declaration made her heart skip a beat. Warmth flooded her cheeks.

  “Lana, you’re beautiful. Sexy. And we look good together. We’ll be a power couple. Why do we need love? Isn’t that enough?”

  Hollow compliments. That’s all David ever paid her.

  Andrew was just a playboy. It was just probably part of the act
of seduction.

  She cleared her throat. “Get him to lift his arm, would you?”

  * * *

  Andrew didn’t know why she’d brushed off their patient’s compliment, as if only a sedated man would find her attractive. The notion was preposterous.

  Lana was attractive.

  Which was why the proposition of entering into this marriage of convenience with her was a scary thought indeed.

  Only because he wasn’t so sure being alone with her outside this hospital was a good idea. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his hands off her.

  And he respected her as a colleague too much to ruin her life, but he was too deep into this charade to change course now.

  She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, which was why being around her was so dangerous for him. When he was around her it was an internal struggle not to pull her into his arms and kiss her, but she was completely off limits.

  Of course that complicated matters, as they were getting married in a couple of days.

  He just wasn’t a relationship kind of guy and he wouldn’t hurt Lana. She deserved more than he could offer her.

  Which was nothing. He could offer her nothing.

  What she was doing for him—there was no way that he could ever make up for that. Except keep his distance, no matter how much he wanted to bridge the gap between the two of them. His blood heated just thinking about taking her in his arms, running his fingers through her long, silky black hair and kissing those soft pink lips.

  A scream shook him out of his dangerous thoughts.

  “Zut, zut, zut...” the patient slurred through sedation.

  “Donc désolé, monsieur. Il sera bientôt fini,” he quickly apologized as the man writhed in pain.

  Lana winced as she held the man down to stop him from injuring himself more. “I take it that’s not a pleasant word.”

  “See, you understand French perfectly,” Andrew teased as he tried to calm their patient down with a shot of morphine.

  “The examination’s all done,” Lana said.

  Andrew translated and the patient visibly relaxed. “Well, what’s the verdict?”

  Although he knew. The way the man had screamed. This wasn’t just a simple run-of-the-mill dislocated shoulder. This was something more.

  “He’s going to need surgery,” she said as she peeled off her gloves. “I’ll go prep the OR and if you could run all the pre-operative labs and make sure his next of kin is notified that would be helpful.”

  “Can do,” Andrew said quickly. “Is there anything else I can do to assist you, Lana?”

  “You could come into the OR with me. You have surgical training. You could advise me.”

  It wasn’t an unreasonable request. This man was his patient, he did have a surgical license, but he didn’t practice here for a very good reason. He didn’t trust himself to hold a scalpel. And he didn’t trust his reaction walking into that OR. The memories of what had happened to him, his crushed hopes and dreams, all because of a foolish mistake which had cost him his dreams of becoming a world champion surfer. Cost his sister her life.

  And the OR, a place that he used to love, was now a place he loathed.

  “I don’t have surgical privileges at this hospital,” he said and he hoped that would be enough to deter her. It was usually enough to deter other surgeons who asked him questions that he wasn’t comfortable answering.

  “I’m not asking you to assist, but this is your patient too.”

  She was right, but he just couldn’t go in there. Even though he missed it. Even though he had been a damn good surgeon before his shoulder had been destroyed. When his hands could grip properly.

  When his back wasn’t so marred with scars from a surgery that had been botched.

  The OR had been a place he loved. A chance to do the work he loved. It was exciting and challenging yet it grounded him. Almost as much as surfing. There was a thrill in the operating room, just like when he was on a board and shredding the nar.

  And now he couldn’t do either.

  At least he could coach Jack in surfing. At least he could be there as Jack’s sports medicine physician and get him to the world championships. Provided Lana and he were able to pull off this farce of a marriage.

  “I’m sorry, Lana, but I can’t. I have other patients to see. I am the orthopedic doctor on call tonight. I diagnose them, you operate on them.”

  She looked as if she was going to say more, but instead she nodded. “Okay, well, just make sure his labs get done and his family is notified. I’ll send a resident to come fetch him when it’s time to go to the OR. Start him on some antibiotics as well.”

  I know.

  “Will do.”

  Lana nodded and left him. Andrew gripped the clipboard, his one good arm holding it tightly but his other arm shaking because it was weak and for that he hated himself a bit.

  * * *

  The surgery was almost textbook. Several times Lana looked up in the gallery to see if Andrew was up there, like he had been before, but he wasn’t. He was so afraid of the operating room.

  What had happened?

  She knew he had been a surgeon up in Canada. And she knew that he’d been a successful one. A sought-after surgeon who was innovative and ground-breaking. So why had he given it up?

  Her father would grant Andrew surgical privileges in a heartbeat if Andrew gave any indication that he wanted to get back into the operating room. It actually made her a bit nervous when he did watch her.

  Andrew had developed a bone flap method known as the Tremblay that was being used widely in Canada and across most states. Yet he had never offered to show anyone that technique. She’d always thought he just wanted to keep it to himself for job security, but now that he kept refusing to go into the operating room, and didn’t ask for surgical privileges, she couldn’t help but wonder more.

  And she wondered if it had something to do with the shoulder and arm that seemed to grieve him the most.

  Muscle tension, my ass!

  Once she’d made sure their tourist patient was comfortable, out of the recovery room and in the care of a nurse that spoke French fluently she was able to finally go home for the night.

  As she was gathering up her stuff, including the garment bag which held the dress for the gala tomorrow night, she passed by the Attending lounge. Drawn by the flicker of the television screen, she peered in the door.

  Andrew was in there; he was leaned over, staring intently at the screen. He was watching a surfing semifinal, but she didn’t know from what year and it was too far away to make out who the surfer was.

  When the surfer, riding on an enormous wave, fell off the board she winced.

  That had to be a hard fall.

  Andrew flicked off the television and then leaned over, his face buried in his hands, but only for a moment as he dragged his hands through his hair. She could see him mouthing curse words through the window.

  She backed away from the Attending lounge because she didn’t want him to see her standing there, staring at him.

  It was bad enough that when he was around she had a hard time focusing. He made her hot under the collar. He was dangerous to be around.

  She’d had her heart broken by a cad before. Ever since then she’d learned not to allow herself near men like Andrew Tremblay.

  Except you’re marrying him in forty-eight hours.

  Lana shook her head. She had to get out of here.

  Tomorrow was her day off, thankfully. All she wanted to do was get home, shower and get a good night’s sleep. And tomorrow morning she’d hit the beach with her board and just forget everything for a while.

  It had been a long time since she’d surfed. Usually she was too busy, but tomorrow was a good time to burn off some steam.
Some frustration and some sexual tension that she was experiencing lately since she had to deal with Andrew Tremblay on a regular basis.

  She only hoped the weather cooperated or she might do something she’d regret the next morning.

  And the thing was, she was going to have to stay married to her possible regret for a year.

  There would be no escape. No easy out if she decided to walk down that uneasy path. She was too far down the rabbit hole now; there were too many people she’d disappoint if she backed out of the marriage of convenience now.

  She was just going to do everything in her power not to fall prey to Andrew Tremblay’s charms.

  Easier said than done.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  TODAY WAS A perfect day to surf. The sea, the sun and the breeze. The water was dappled like diamonds in the brilliant sun.

  The only shadow on the day and his plans was his bum shoulder and the fact tonight he had to attend a gala with Lana.

  Andrew cursed himself inwardly for giving Jack the day off from training when he saw how ripe the waves were. He’d thought he was doing himself a favor by giving Jack the day off so he could just spend the day collecting his thoughts.

  Last night, after he’d walked away from yet another surgery, he’d gone and watched surfing on television. Something he hadn’t done well since his accident. It was a video of his days before the accident. When he had been carefree and Meghan had been alive. From the days when he was still a surgeon and not the half man he’d become. When the whole world had been his for the taking. Now he deserved none of it.

  He didn’t know what had compelled him to watch it.

  You’re sick and twisted. That’s why.

  Now, he was torturing himself further by walking on the beach in the early morning and watching choice waves roll in from the Pacific. This was not going to calm him down in time to escort Lana to the gala tonight. In fact it made him more agitated and he wanted to call it all off, but he couldn’t. He was in too deep.

  The gala would be their first real test since announcing their engagement, proving to the world that they were a real couple.

  He didn’t know what he was thinking, coming to the beach. As he longingly watched the waves, his hands jammed into his pockets, he spotted a surfer paddling to the shore and then hefting her bright turquoise board out of the water.