From Brooding Boss to Adoring Dad

“What’s better for me is getting my property back, but that’s not going to happen. You need it for whatever reason you may have, and I wanted it for whatever reason I had.

But in the end, my reason wasn’t going to happen. Don’t know if yours will or not.”

“What was your reason?” she asked him.

“To use it as it was intended … as a hospital. But as you can see, I barely manage a clinic, so the hospital was a …”

“A dream?”

“A long way off. Money talks. You had it, I need it, and now one of us is happy while the other is better off. Fair trade, although I hate it to hell.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m going to open a children’s hospital.”

“Now, there’s an impractical idea if ever I’ve heard one.”

“You think a children’s hospital is impractical?” she practically growled, she was so angry.

“Not in the right setting. Which is someplace accessible, a place people can get to easily, where they’ll want to take their children. We’re not accessible here. You already know that. And nobody in their right mind will bring their children to a place where the only way in or out is on a rutted road. Put the hospital someplace where people can use it. Not here!”

“But here is perfect.” And her hospital wasn’t going to be just any ordinary hospital. It was going to be everything she hadn’t had when she’d spent so much time in various hospitals. It was going to be a place where being sick wasn’t the focus, but being normal was.

“Shows what you know about setting up a hospital. At least, when I wanted to start a hospital here, I had enough sense to know that the area would support a very small general hospital. General hospital, not a specialty facility.”

She tamped back her anger to face his challenge. With Adam Coulson, she had an idea that anger could turn into a steady diet, and she simply didn’t want to bristle then strike every time they met. So now was as good a time as any to start reining herself in. Because she wasn’t going anywhere. This was home. He was her shouting-distance neighbor. She didn’t want the strife on a lingering basis. Gritting her teeth, she smiled up at him. “Then I guess it’s up to me to prove you wrong, isn’t it?”

“Or the other way around.”

“Not going to happen, Coulson. I know what I’m doing.”

“The thing is, so do I, and I also know it’s a bad idea.”

“You’ll change your mind.” She hoped.

“You’ll change your plans.”

“I don’t think so.” Standing her ground with him was … stimulating. It made her tingle. So much so, she took a step back from him. “Look, there’s no point in arguing about it. I’m going forward with my plans, whether or not you like it, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Actually, I can stand back and watch you fail, then buy back my property for a fraction of what you paid me for it.”

He said it with a grin on his face, but she knew he was serious. The truth of the matter was, she didn’t blame him. Were she in his position, she’d probably be rooting for his failure. In a way, Erin respected his resolve. Too bad they both couldn’t have what they wanted. But that wasn’t going to happen. For her to win, he had to lose. For him to win, she had to lose, and that was something she just wasn’t going to do. The only thing was, he didn’t know how much she needed this hospital, how much she had to make the idea work. “Look, I don’t want to keep arguing, OK? We’re not going to agree, we might not even get along very well. But we’re going to be neighbors, and because of that I’d like to try for some civility between us. Even if it’s just civility on the surface for the sake of appearances.”

“So we smile and bare our fangs when we pass each other, and make sure we growl under our breath?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at him. The man did have his charm. It was coarse, and quite deviant, but she rather liked it. “Look, what can I do to smooth a little bit of the bumpy road between us so I don’t always have to bare my fangs? It causes wrinkles.”

“Funny you should ask, because I expect I’ll be seeing at least fifteen patients first thing in the morning at the clinic. That’s the usual number. I’ve promised Trinique three more days at the bar … she’s visiting her sick sister in Miami. And in between serving drinks I’ll see at least another dozen or so patients … in the back room. Trinique had it set up as a small clinic for me. Oh, and work until about three, when the bar closes. Meaning my days are getting pretty long. So, if you’re serious about your offer, I could use your help at the clinic. Then that way you can see where the real medical need is here.”

Honestly, his schedule surprised her. She’d pictured him more the hardly working type than the working hard type. “Do you work like that every day?” she asked, not really intending to seem so interested.

“No, sometimes I have more patients than that. You know, make a few house calls. Go up to Fontaine and squeeze in house calls there. Tomorrow seems a little light, which is why it’s probably the best day this week to have you see why general medical care is what the area needs.”

“Always plotting, aren’t you, Coulson?”

“I’d rather think of it as moving forward.”

She thought for a moment. Right now, there wasn’t much for her to do. She wouldn’t be meeting with her architects for a couple of days, and her plans were already far enough along that at this point there really wasn’t a whole lot more to work on. So, why not? Getting to know the people here was a good idea because she was going to be one of them, and what better way to do it than working in the clinic? Admittedly, she missed working. Somewhere over the past weeks it had taken a backseat to her hospital, so much so that she’d finally left her practice. She missed it, and this would help ease the dull ache that had been settling in. In her heart she was a doctor, and that’s what she needed to be doing. Adam Coulson might think he was handing her part of his plan for her failure, but she looked at it as just the opposite. “OK, I’ll work in the clinic.”

“You will?”

She stood to face him, drew every bit of her five feet eight inches up to his well-over-six-foot physique, and stared him straight in the eye. “Just tell me what time, and I’ll be there.” In the light from the single yellow bulb dangling on the other side of the porch, he was just about the best-looking man she’d ever seen. She’d looked from afar earlier, and had totally missed the detail in his eyes. The kindness there. The twinkling. Normally, she didn’t look at men this way and right now it bothered her that she was enjoying her long, rather cheeky look at him. Enjoying it too much. So she took another step backward, then two more just to be on the safe side. “But here’s the deal. For every day I work for you I expect a day in return where you won’t be plotting my demise … at least, where I can see it so obviously.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Red.”

“I’m offering you free labor, Coulson. You want me to see the real medical need here in the hope that I’ll back off? This is the only way it’s going to happen.”

“Then a day for a day it is.”

He held out his hand to shake on the deal, and when she took it, the jolt that passed between them passed all the way down to her toes. Did he feel it? She couldn’t tell by the expression on his face, but it was so real he had to. Or, maybe her imagination was simply getting away from her, being in a tropical paradise with a handsome man, and all. Whatever it was, she allowed the handshake to linger but a moment then pulled her hand back. Put up her imaginative safety net. “Tomorrow morning, Coulson.”

“Tomorrow morning … Red.”

The walk was short from Trinique’s cottage, down a long, winding jungle path, and each of her steps was deliberately slow. Sure, she’d seen the hospital compound online, knew the look of the buildings by heart. But there was a world of difference between the internet and in person, and she was actually a little nervous about this. She’d done it. She had her property—one hospital building, a handful of small cottages, and a stretch of beach. Paradise in a way most people would define it.

“He’s very grumpy this morning,” Davion said, catching up to her then falling into step. “When he came back to the bar last night, he broke glasses … on purpose. Threw a couple on the floor then took the money you’d given him earlier and put it into the cash register for my mother.”

She pulled the deed from the pocket of her skirt for Davion to see. “He didn’t give in without a fight. I know it wasn’t easy for him.”

“But he always does the right thing. Sometimes it takes him a while but, like I told you before, he’s a good man.”

“I think he’s a very … interesting man.”

Davion nodded. “That, too. And stubborn.”

“I’ve definitely seen that side of him.”

“And he’s seen that side of you, hasn’t he?”

“How did you get to be so perceptive at your age?”

Davion chuckled. “Being around Adam. He’s been in and out of half my life now, and I’ve been learning from the master.”

“Well, that’s what’s going to make you an exceptional doctor. You know how to read people. So, you say he’s been in and out of your life for most of your life. How long, exactly, has he been here?”

“Off and on, almost twelve years, I guess. Started coming when he was in medical school, came more often when he was out. Until he moved here permanently a couple of years ago.”

Well, she couldn’t fault Coulson for that. Jamaica was a wonderful place to visit. She’d been coming here almost from the day her father had adopted her, nearly twenty-five years ago. He’d bring her when she was well, and she’d feel guilty when she was sick because she knew she was keeping him from coming.

“So, is this your first time to the island, Dr Glover?”

“Please, call me Erin. And no. I’ve been here so many times I can’t remember. My father was from here … and my grandmother lived here until her dying day. Almost as far back as I can remember we tried to get here at least three or four times a year, more often if we could.”

“And where would here be, if I may ask?”

“In her later years, my grandmother moved to Kingston because of her health. But when she was young she lived in Alligator Pond. Ran a little fishing industry there, had a couple of boats.” That was being modest. Her grandmother had been a major player in the fishing business there, a woman well respected in her industry.

Davion arched his eyebrows. “Alligator Pond doesn’t have many … redheads.”

Erin laughed. “My grandmother wasn’t a redhead. Have you ever heard of Odessia Glover?”

Davion gave a soft whistle. “She was an honorable lady, well known for her generosity. She was your grandmother? ”

Nodding, Erin added, “And Algernon Glover is my father.”

“A respected gentleman. I’m impressed. Surprised, but impressed.”

“I was impressed, too, the first time I met him. And after all these years, he still impresses me.” She stopped, looked ahead, held her breath. “Is that my hospital?”

“That’s it. And all those buildings to the north. Adam told me that he’s put up a dividing line, and you’re not to cross over it. That everything on the other side is private property.”

“The rope?” She had to laugh. There was a slack rope tied loosely from palm tree to palm tree—in places it dipped into the sand. A lame, funny gesture, actually.

“I told you he’s stubborn. And if you haven’t looked at your bill of sale at the back of the deed he gave you last night, he’s added a provision on the end of it.”

She pulled the paper from her pocket, thumbed through the few pages and, sure enough, he’d penciled it in. A fence? “How like him!”

“Good fences make good neighbors!” Adam shouted, stepping out from a copse of palms. His side of the line, of course.

She jumped. “Why do you sneak up on people that way?”

“Why are you always so jumpy?”

“Look, I’ve got to go,” Davion said. “I’m helping in the clinic this morning and the patients are probably already lining up. They heard there’s a lady doctor here and they want to see her.” With that, he trotted off, crossed under the rope, and headed toward the larger of three buildings she could see on the other side of Coulson’s group of palm trees.

Erin strolled over to the dividing line, but didn’t cross it. “Are you serious about the fence?” she asked him.

His answer was a grin and a shrug. “Just trying to keep things honest between us.”

“It’s a rope, Coulson. Not even a taut rope.”

“A fence by any other name …”

“And how do I know this so-called fence is the true dividing line? Maybe it’s well over on my side and you’re cheating me of something I rightfully own.”

“What you rightfully own, Red, are the buildings, and the easement all the way down to the beach. I was being generous, giving you this little strip along the side here, because I thought, at some point, you might like to put in a better drive up to the hospital’s front door. But I could take it back, if you don’t want it.”

“And what do you want in additional payment, Doctor? A case of glasses to smash?”

“Stubborn, and with a temper, too. You’re actually pretty cute when you’re acting like that. It sets off the sparks in your green eyes.”

“Hazel. Not green.” She gave in to him with a laugh. “So, is this how the neighbor relationship is going to work between us? We’re going to stand back and spar at each other from across the … rope?”

“Unless you want to build a real fence. Doesn’t have to be a tall fence. Maybe six or eight feet.”

So, what was it about Adam Coulson that disarmed her? Here she was, standing on her side of this convoluted boundary he’d strung up, arguing almost into a seduction with him. It wasn’t that she wanted to be seduced, wasn’t that she particularly wanted to be friendly. But now they were practically face-to-face, and all she could think was how good he smelled—all masculine and tropical, maybe with a hint of lime.

“Look, I know you’re enjoying yourself playing gatekeeper at your rope, but am I going to have to ask permission to cross over so I can go to work? Provided you still want me to come and work.”

He swooped low, in a courtly gesture. “Permission to enter. And work.” Said with a grin. “Oh, and lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“You know, that meal that comes in the middle of the day?”

“You’re asking me to lunch?”

“Not a date, Red. A discussion. Since you’re going to be handling some of my medical load for a while …”

“Wait a minute. How did one morning at your medical clinic turn into me handling part of your medical load for a while?”

“I’m busy and it’s you who’s drawing them in, so it’s up to you to take care of them. I just thought I’d be civilized about this and go over some of the details with you.”

“I’m not taking over your practice, Coulson. Just giving you a couple hours of my time.”

“A couple of hours?” He pointed to the throng of people standing around one of the cottages on his side of the line. “They’re here for you, Red, and I don’t think you’re the kind of doctor who’s going to turn them down.”

She studied the people for a moment. Mostly women and children. A hard draw she couldn’t refuse to see, and she hated it that he had figured her out so well, so quickly, so easily. “When you say lunch, do you mean lunch as in two chairs at the dividing line, you on your side, me on mine?”

“Well, if that’s the way you’d like it, sure. Why not? But I was thinking we could go back to Trinique’s, have Kaven fix us his famous jerk nyamwich, I’d suggest the chicken, and bammy strips. Best on this side of the island.”

Food for the gods. Her mouth was already watering. “My father makes a good nyamwich … jerk chicken or beef, lettuce, tomato … Is Kaven’s served on coco bread?”

“What good nyamwich isn’t on coco bread?”

“And the bammy?”

Adam smiled. “Cassava flour and secret ingredients. He won’t tell anybody what they are, but I caught him smuggling yams in one day.”

“A yam bammy? That’s a new one on me. Guess I could be persuaded to try it.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

She nodded. “That’s a yes, but only for the yam bammy.” She stepped under the dividing line then looked back over her shoulder at her hospital. “I have a condition, too. You give me a guided tour of my property and all its buildings. Tonight.”

“That’s cruel, you know.”

“But who better than you? Besides, you get the fence, so I get the tour. It’s only fair.”

He sighed. “What’s fair is you selling me back what’s mine, and leaving me the hell alone.”

She laughed. “As they say, all’s fair in …”

“War and war.”

“That’s your version?”

“Not until this very moment. So, in the meantime, how long has it been since you’ve done an obstetrical exam? Because Breeon Edward is due anytime now.”

“I’m a pediatrician,” she said, following along behind him on their way to the clinic.

“That’s close enough.”

“Close enough? I haven’t delivered a baby since medical school.”

“But in the whole scheme of things you do know where babies come from?” he teased.

“Of course I know where babies come from.”

“Then Breeon will be happy to see you.”

“I don’t know, Coulson. All this for a yam bammy?” Of course, a yam bammy was unique. But, then, so was Adam Coulson. She had an idea, though, that he was an acquired taste, the way a good bammy was. Even so, she’d stick to the bammy! It was safer.

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