another. Neither of them spoke for a while as Sean navigated the evening traffic, but once they were away from the hospital he glanced over at her.
She was tense. Both hands clenched tightly together in her lap. Her gaze was directly ahead, watching the traffic. Was she tense because she was in a car or was she nervous about the upcoming meeting? Sean decided it didn’t really matter which one it was but tried his best to relax her a little.
‘I read the last paper you published with Professor Robe.’
‘Really?’ She seemed surprised.
‘Yes. It was very interesting as well as thorough but there are a few things I’m still not one hundred per cent sure about. You mentioned in the article the initial methodology required further investigation before you were able to employ the present model.’
‘That’s right.’ There was a stronger note in her words, as though her mind was definitely shifting to more comfortable ground.
‘What was the initial methodology you used?’
‘Well...’ And throughout the rest of the drive to the place where Spencer had his drum lesson, Sean kept asking questions and Jane kept answering them, her smooth voice combined with her intelligent words definitely assisted in focusing his train of thought, although once or twice when he stopped at red lights, he wasn’t able to resist watching her mouth as she spoke. Such a perfectly shaped mouth as well.
‘And here we are,’ he said, as she just finished explaining the negative side effects of the medication doctors had previously used to treat urinary tract and bladder infections, which were common ailments associated with eating disorders.
‘What? Here?’ Jane looked at her surroundings, astonished. Then she looked back at Sean. ‘You distracted me.’ It was almost an accusation and Sean couldn’t help but laugh. She looked so indignant it was adorable.
‘It was clear you were over-thinking things and, besides, I really did want to know about your initial methodology.’
Jane slowly exited the car and looked over at him. ‘Hmm. I guess I’ll believe you.’
‘Oh, thank you. Very much.’
There was a wonderful, natural smile on his face, such as she hadn’t seen before. Combined with the delight in his eyes and the way his deep laughter vibrated through her, it was a wonder she could stand. Now, however, was not the time to be thinking about Sean or about the way his nearness affected her. She was here to meet Spencer.
Jane tried to calm her breathing. She’d looked forward to this day for so long...well, almost from the day Spencer was born. How she’d longed to be a part of his life and now, thanks to Sean, she was getting that opportunity.
‘Coming?’ Sean asked, and it was only then she realised he was walking up the path towards the house where loud drum beats could be heard. She slowly moved away from the car.
‘Does he know I’m coming?’
‘Yes. He’s very interested to meet you.’ He waved away her concerns as he pushed open the door and walked right in. ‘You’ll be fine,’ he called, speaking a little louder over the drum beats.
To her surprise, the house they entered had a large practice room with a baby grand, a drum kit, keyboards and several other instruments set up, ready to play. But it was the boy sitting behind a set of drums that looked far too big for him, hammering out a steady beat in time to some rock music, who really caught her attention. The boy was a mini replica of his father, except that Spencer’s hair was a little longer, curling slightly at the back.
Spencer finished playing the song, doing a drum-roll flourish at the end and hitting the cymbal loudly. Jane couldn’t contain herself and let go of Sean’s hand before she started clapping. Sean joined in and, in the next moment, Spencer’s face lit up at the sight of his father.
‘I’m so purple at it.’ He held his drumsticks high in the air and they clapped louder. Jane beamed from ear to ear, unable to
She was tense. Both hands clenched tightly together in her lap. Her gaze was directly ahead, watching the traffic. Was she tense because she was in a car or was she nervous about the upcoming meeting? Sean decided it didn’t really matter which one it was but tried his best to relax her a little.
‘I read the last paper you published with Professor Robe.’
‘Really?’ She seemed surprised.
‘Yes. It was very interesting as well as thorough but there are a few things I’m still not one hundred per cent sure about. You mentioned in the article the initial methodology required further investigation before you were able to employ the present model.’
‘That’s right.’ There was a stronger note in her words, as though her mind was definitely shifting to more comfortable ground.
‘What was the initial methodology you used?’
‘Well...’ And throughout the rest of the drive to the place where Spencer had his drum lesson, Sean kept asking questions and Jane kept answering them, her smooth voice combined with her intelligent words definitely assisted in focusing his train of thought, although once or twice when he stopped at red lights, he wasn’t able to resist watching her mouth as she spoke. Such a perfectly shaped mouth as well.
‘And here we are,’ he said, as she just finished explaining the negative side effects of the medication doctors had previously used to treat urinary tract and bladder infections, which were common ailments associated with eating disorders.
‘What? Here?’ Jane looked at her surroundings, astonished. Then she looked back at Sean. ‘You distracted me.’ It was almost an accusation and Sean couldn’t help but laugh. She looked so indignant it was adorable.
‘It was clear you were over-thinking things and, besides, I really did want to know about your initial methodology.’
Jane slowly exited the car and looked over at him. ‘Hmm. I guess I’ll believe you.’
‘Oh, thank you. Very much.’
There was a wonderful, natural smile on his face, such as she hadn’t seen before. Combined with the delight in his eyes and the way his deep laughter vibrated through her, it was a wonder she could stand. Now, however, was not the time to be thinking about Sean or about the way his nearness affected her. She was here to meet Spencer.
Jane tried to calm her breathing. She’d looked forward to this day for so long...well, almost from the day Spencer was born. How she’d longed to be a part of his life and now, thanks to Sean, she was getting that opportunity.
‘Coming?’ Sean asked, and it was only then she realised he was walking up the path towards the house where loud drum beats could be heard. She slowly moved away from the car.
‘Does he know I’m coming?’
‘Yes. He’s very interested to meet you.’ He waved away her concerns as he pushed open the door and walked right in. ‘You’ll be fine,’ he called, speaking a little louder over the drum beats.
To her surprise, the house they entered had a large practice room with a baby grand, a drum kit, keyboards and several other instruments set up, ready to play. But it was the boy sitting behind a set of drums that looked far too big for him, hammering out a steady beat in time to some rock music, who really caught her attention. The boy was a mini replica of his father, except that Spencer’s hair was a little longer, curling slightly at the back.
Spencer finished playing the song, doing a drum-roll flourish at the end and hitting the cymbal loudly. Jane couldn’t contain herself and let go of Sean’s hand before she started clapping. Sean joined in and, in the next moment, Spencer’s face lit up at the sight of his father.
‘I’m so purple at it.’ He held his drumsticks high in the air and they clapped louder. Jane beamed from ear to ear, unable to
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