Dr. Dark and Far-Too Delicious

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albeit not perfectly they had.
    And as she ran up to Theatre with her sister, and Penny told her to head back down, that she wanted to speak with surgeons, Jasmine knew that she hadn’t just come back for the support of her family, neither had she taken the job here for the reasons she had so determinedly given.
    She wanted to be close to Penny again.

CHAPTER TWELVE
    ‘I’ LL COME OVER after work.’
    Jed was coming out of X-Ray as Jasmine walked back from Theatre and they found themselves walking together towards Emergency.
    ‘It’s fine.’ Jasmine shook her head. ‘I’ll see you at the weekend. Ruby said that she could—’
    ‘But you’re upset tonight.’
    ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine by Saturday.’ She couldn’t keep the brittle edge from her voice. Yes, she was happy keeping things light, but sometimes, on days like today, it was hard.
    ‘I’m not expecting to be entertained,’ Jed said. ‘What happened back there?’
    ‘Nothing.’
    ‘Jasmine? Why did you get all upset over the safe? You know we can’t just drop everything—the guy was bleeding out.’
    ‘Just leave it.’
    But Jed wouldn’t.
    It was a very long shift. Vanessa was on a half-day and Jasmine really wished that she herself was—she could feel Jed watching her, especially much later when Lisa came over and asked her to check the cash.
    ‘Four thousand six hundred dollars. Agreed?’ Lisa checked.
    ‘Agreed,’ Jasmine said, and because Penny had first signed for it, she had to be there too.
    ‘I just rang ICU,’ Penny said. ‘He’s doing much better. His wife told me that he was on his way to put down a deposit on a car—that’s why he had so much cash on him.’ She added her signature to the valuables book.
    ‘Oh, the irony of it,’ Lisa sighed, because in a car his injuries would have been so much less. ‘Now, I know this is a lot of money and that it has to be checked,’ Lisa continued, ‘but it’s not always possible to just drop everything. It’s better to put it in the safe.’
    ‘That’s not what the protocol says,’ Jasmine pointed out, and Lisa pursed her lips. ‘It’s been six hours now.’
    ‘I didn’t know you were such a stickler for protocol and guidelines, Nurse,’ Penny smirked. ‘The irony of it!’
    ‘What was that about?’ Lisa grinned when Penny waltzed off.
    ‘I think that might have been Penny’s attempt at humour,’ Jed said, but she could feel his eyes on her, knew he was trying to talk to her, but as she had all day she did her best to avoid him.
    Jasmine actually thought she had when she finally finished for the day and went to pick Simon up. But heading over to the crèche she found Jed at the vending machine outside.
    ‘I’ll come over later.’
    ‘You know I don’t want that. I don’t want to confuse Simon.’
    ‘We’re not going to make out on the sofa,’ Jed said. ‘And I’m not going to stay the night till you think he’s ready for that, but I do want to talk to you. You’re nearly in tears and I don’t get why. What happened at your old job?’ He could see the blush on her cheeks but she said nothing, instead walked past him to pick up Simon.
    Simon was happy and scruffy after a day in the sandpit and Jasmine knew that it was time to face things, that she and Jed could not keep skirting around the edges.
    Here in her hands was the living proof of an exceptionally difficult relationship, here was the baggage she carried, and yet it felt right in her arms.
    She had to be able to talk about it with someone she trusted.
    And she had to start trusting Jed.
    He was still waiting for her when she headed outside.
    ‘About six?’
    ‘He’ll still be up.’
    ‘I don’t mind, or I can come over around nine if that’s what you’d prefer?’ She longed to let Jed closer but she just couldn’t take any chances with Simon.
    ‘About nine.’
    * * *
    Simon wasn’t at his sunniest and her mum dropped over too. It was just one of those disorganised evenings, not

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