Until There Was You (Book 3)

by Bell, Heatherly

  “Don’t make fun of me because I try to protect you from those women.”

  Gigi referred to those women as baseball’s version of gold diggers, and by now Billy could recognize them as well. He didn’t need Gigi’s assistance, not that she would believe him. “I’m in my home town. Give my home girls a little credit.”

  “Fine, but don’t come crying to me if an old classmate comes to you with a nine-year-year-old, claiming she gave birth to your love child,” Gigi said without taking a breath. “I’m kidding. Do come to me when that happens.”

  “It’s not going to happen.” His teenage prowess had been greatly exaggerated, and he’d never been the man-whore the media liked to portray. If he had been, he wouldn’t have had time to play baseball. “You should stop worrying. I’m with family now, and they look out for me.”

  “Believe me that single fact is why I haven’t come down to scope out the place ahead of time. Besides, I’m still fielding some of these endorsement offers. How do you feel about kitty litter?”

  “No.” Was there anything more to say?

  “I’m fielding offers, but nothing is quite right yet. I’ll keep looking. What’s wrong with you, anyway? You sound pissy.”

  Billy crossed over Merlot Bridge, and felt a grin coming on despite his mood. The prettiest girl he’d ever known had bungee jumped off this bridge back in high school. Memories. “I just took a look at the Chronicle. Mistake.”

  “What did it say? I’ll demand a retraction.”

  “Never mind.” They were right, much as it hurt. He’d been on a losing streak ever since the last surgery. He only wished he’d quit while he was ahead. But quitting the game had turned out to be harder than he’d imagined. He wasn’t sure who he was without a mitt in his hand, but he was about to find out.

  “Whatever they wrote, don’t listen to them. You have a bright future ahead of you.”

  “Yeah.” Except that future wouldn’t involve baseball. No more surgeries. Time to retire, the doctor had pronounced. No more options.

  “And you be careful with this vineyard venture. I’ve heard the business can be cut-throat.”

  “Unlike baseball?” Billy laughed.

  “Laugh all you want, but those vineyard owners are probably going to scoff at a retired ballplayer acting like he can be any kind of real competition to them. You’re not even part Italian.”

  “Let them scoff. Don’t worry about me.” He was worried enough for all of them. The last thing he wanted right now was a failed business. He couldn’t afford another embarrassment, another failure.

  As for competition, maybe it was time the old vineyard growers of Napa got some friendly competition.

  A little something he did know about.

  Not everyone regarded him as a useless retired pitcher with a shredded shoulder. None of the people he’d run into so far questioned whether he’d ever been worth all the millions he’d earned out over his career. They were loyal baseball fans, like no other.

  Damn, it was good to be home.

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  Chapter 1

  Not a good sign.

  Instead of being ushered to HR to sign employee paperwork and W2 forms, Ivey Lancaster had been sent to the medical director’s office.

  Probably some minor mix-up with the paperwork. By now they’d received the glowing letter of reference from her mentor, Babs Holiday. Ivey was more than qualified for the midwife position at the new women’s center.

  Deep breath. You’ve got this.

  Finally, Dr. Lillian Walker walked into her office. “I apologize, but I’m running behind this morning.” She shook Ivey’s hand. “We’re on my son’s third babysitter. He’s four, and the master of his universe. In other words, he’s going to grow up to be a surgeon.” Lillian sat behind the futuristic-looking stainless steel desk, drew in a deep breath and leaned back in her chair.

  Uh-oh. “Is something wrong?” Ivey asked.

  Lillian picked up a file, stared at it, and put it back down. “You could say that. This morning I found an orderly and a nurse in a closet, and they weren’t looking for supplies. Dr. Harrison has taken an ill-timed vacation, since his wife threatened that if he didn’t come along she’d go by herself and not come back. So I’m short staffed again. And then there’s this desk. Who ever heard of a desk without drawers? It’s beautiful, but why do I feel like I’m Uhura on Star Trek? I’d like to strangle the designer.”

  Ivey wished she could help, but she had her own problems. Aunt Lucy had a broken leg, and she’d be waiting at home right now. Wondering if her niece would get the job. So if Lillian could get on with it, that would be nice.

  “And then there’s the women’s center, and the midwife position.” She scowled.

  Directors scowling: another bad sign.

  Ivey tensed at the overpowering scent of Lillian’s lavender perfume, causing a sudden memory of Mom. On a good day, Mom had always been in Ivey’s corner. On a bad day, Mom couldn’t find the corner.

  But this didn’t make sense. Lillian had practically promised the job to Ivey.

  “It’s not you,” Lillian said.

  Great. Could any good news start out that way? “So there’s a problem.”

  “You guessed it. I’ve run into some objections from the obstetric doctors on staff.” Lillian sighed and tapped a manicured nail on her desk.

  This didn’t come as any surprise. Ivey had dealt with territorial doctors before, but Lillian had filled her mind with thoughts of a progressive hospital. “But you said ...”

  “I know, and I’m sorry, Ivey, but I can’t hire you. I can’t hire anyone right now. The work requisition has been held up due to the doctors’ objections. They went to the board. Behind my back.” Lillian’s lips were a thin, straight line.

  “I thought—”

  “Think about what it’s like for me as medical director of this hospital. The first female director. Our small hospital has been overwhelmed with budget cuts—”

  “But this is why you would save money with the midwifery program. The hospital can save money when a midwife delivers a baby,” Ivey said, but suddenly the problem dawned on her like a pink zebra in the room. Doctors, pressed between onerous HMOs breathing down their backs and struggling hospitals, felt their livelihoods threatened. She’d heard this story before.

  “You can imagine how well it went over with the doctors on staff. I only have three of them on the L&D floor. It’s hard enough to keep them here. Malpractice insurance costs, rising health care costs, and now the Affordable Health Care Act.” Lillian waved a hand in the air.

  Ivey sank in her seat. “I see.” Until this moment she hadn’t realized how much she wanted the job. She’d gotten used to being home again, among the hills and rambling vineyards of Starlight Hill in Napa Valley. Aunt Lucy constantly complained about its appalling lack of nightlife, but Ivey loved the quiet and the time to reflect. She’d been gone too long, kept away mostly by memories too tender to face even after all this time.

  But she was back now, and that said something. It said Ivey Lancaster was ready to move on and make a life.

  Now she’d have to find Plan B. Damn doctors. “Well, thank you for your time.”

  Ivey started to get up, but Lillian spoke again. “Unless, and I can’t ask for this—” Lillian’s steadfast brown eyes settled on Ivey.

  “Unless what?”

  “Unless you like a fight.”

  As it happened, Ivey had been fighting for one thing or another most of her life. Did she like a fight? Yeah, but only if she could win.

  “I like a fair fight. And I especially like to win.” Might as well put it out there.

  “I thought so. I’ll be honest. I had a feeling it would be difficult to get this idea past the doctors. But it’s time for some changes around here. And I saw something in you I didn’t see in the other candidates. You don�
�t give up easily, do you?”

  She didn’t. A person with dyslexia didn’t get through life without engaging in a metaphorical fight or two. Or three. “True.”

  “If you’ll help me, I believe we could make this vision of ours a reality. Since the doctors’ objections, the board has arranged for a subcommittee to oversee the decision. They’ve appointed one doctor to represent them, and I’d like to appoint you.”

  “Me?” She was a midwife, not a committee member.

  Every time she’d had to make a presentation in school she’d clammed up. It had meant PowerPoint slides and reading out loud, and with her dyslexia, that was not a good time. She’d finally memorized every last word so that she wouldn’t have to rely on any reading.

  The whole idea was out of the question. “Sorry, I’m not a good speaker.”

  “You won’t have to present. It’s simply a written recommendation to the Board. What I need is someone who believes in my vision—someone who shares it with me.”

  “I see your point, but I’m not sure how I can help.”

  “I want our new women’s center to eventually have a staff of midwives available. Women who have low-risk pregnancies deserve that choice, don’t you agree?”

  “Well, of course I agree.” But that wasn’t the point. The point was she wasn’t going to be on any committee, sub- or otherwise.

  “Thank you! You won’t regret this. The doctors have appointed a first-year resident to the subcommittee. Some requirement by one of the benefactors. Don’t ask me why, but surely the two of you can get along and come to some sort of compromise. You’re both young, so you’ll be flexible.” Lillian stood up.

  “But I—” When had she agreed to do this?

  “Follow me. I’ll find the resident they’ve appointed, and maybe the two of you can arrange the first meeting.”

  She hadn’t agreed to anything, and yet why were her feet following Lillian like they had any good sense?

  Lillian led her to a conference room and waved towards a chair. “I’ll be right back once I find him. He’s an ER resident, so if he’s here at all, that’s where he’ll be. Sit tight.”

  Ivey didn’t sit. She’d rather stand, thank you. Pace, more like it. She might pace her way right out of this conference room and right through the front doors of St. Vincent’s Hospital. Hop in her SUV and drive back to the Vineyard Cottages where Aunt Lucy would be waiting.

  But she did want this job, and the fact remained that a first-year resident wasn’t going to be all that intimidating. No, she could handle him.

  Then the door opened, and Ivey’s world shifted off its axis. She dropped into a chair before she fell down. This. Wasn’t. Happening. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  Jeff Garner should not have walked into the conference room like he had any business being here. He was supposed to be away in another state, completing his residency.

  He met her eyes. “I was going to ask you the same thing. I’m here for a subcommittee meeting.”

  “That’s not funny.”

  “Good, because I wasn’t trying to be.” Jeff took a seat on the other side of the table. As far away as he could get from her, because he was good at that. Interesting how some things never changed.

  “Why aren’t you in Maryland?”

  “Because that would be a hell of a commute.” He leaned back in his seat.

  “Funny. So I guess you’re no longer doing residency in Maryland. This isn’t going to work.”

  Lillian breezed in. “Oh good, you’ve met. You two are the chosen subcommittee to meet and make a recommendation to the board on whether the women’s center will add midwives to the staff.”

  Ivey stood and took a few steps toward Lillian. “Excuse me. Wait a minute.”

  “Is there a problem?” Lillian turned to Ivey, eyebrows raised with the classic there-had-better-not-be-a-problem-because-I-trusted-you look of a superior.

  Ivey glanced over at Jeff, who was smiling. Yes, there’s a problem. I didn’t agree to this. Especially not with him. “Not at all.” She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he upset her that much.

  “When do you need us to report back to you?” Jeff piped up.

  “How about in one month? That should give you enough time. I’ll give you two a few moments to get acquainted.” Lillian shut the door.

  Get acquainted. That was a rich one. She was so well acquainted with her ex that she knew how many freckles he had. And that would definitely not help her now.

  Jeff stared at his smart phone. “One month. That’s doable. I’ll give up sleeping.”

  Ivey scoffed. She guessed she was supposed to feel story for him. Well she didn’t. “This isn’t going to happen. You and I can’t work together. It’s asking too much.”

  She thought she could see Jeff’s jaw tighten, nearly imperceptibly. A chink in his armor. “I’m fine with it. We’re both adults and professionals.”

  Except that right now she didn’t feel much like an adult, because somehow Jeff made her feel like a twenty-year-old again. The same one he’d broken up with at a most inopportune time.

  “You’re right. If you can handle it, so can I.”

  “Good.” His pager went off. He glanced at it and then stood. “Let’s reconvene again tomorrow?”

  “What time?” Ivey asked, as he moved towards the door.

  “You pick the time. I pretty much live here.”

  “Okay. How about nine?”

  “Fine.” He walked out without a backwards glance.

  Ivey swallowed. No big deal. She could handle this unfortunate turn of events.

  But it didn’t help that Jeff looked better, somehow, than she’d remembered. He’d grown into a man, cords of muscles in his forearms. Not tall and lanky anymore. Now his muscles had muscles. His dark brown hair was no longer long and unruly but closed cropped. Although some things never changed—he still had the same panty-melting gaze in his whiskey-brown eyes.

  Those eyes had once regarded her with desire and tenderness, but now they only reminded her that they were virtually strangers. No matter. He might have a stare to melt glaciers in the arctic, but it wasn’t going to have any effect on her. She wouldn’t let it.

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