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Solo groaned. Words got them into trouble.
But this… ah, this… Oh,fuck,
His eyes rolled back in his head.
With sex they were on the same page.
Every. Single. Time.
* * *
“Apple strudel.”Judith poked her head round the door of Polly’s office.
“The one and only?” Polly looked up from the computer screen.
“Nothing less than the gold-medal winner.”
It was true, Leon’s wife had taken the gold medal in a dessert competition for her apple strudel. It was something to do with the puff pastry offset against plump apples and raisins probably soaked in something very alcoholic, and then that thick crust of lemon zing icing on top.
It came onto Echidna Ward less often now that Maria had had a baby, but when it did, everyone congregated.
Polly felt a little zip of pleasure knowing she’d see Solo at morning tea. It wasn’t like they weren’t spending time together—every other night since last Wednesday, to be precise. (They’d both agreed they needed a night off in between to catch up on sleep). She felt juicy and, what had Judith once called her? Oh yes, fecund, which made her think of babies, and thinking of babies other than the one in Kate’s beautifully expanding belly was alarming.
And yet… and yet, being with Solo was making her feel broody as all hell. Which made her think of a mother hen. Admittedly a very sexy mother hen, but that old nesting thing really did seem to have a biological pull.
Of course, she was resisting it.
But she couldn’t resist strudel.
Sure enough, Solo was sitting in the staff room talking to Ben, both of them cramming strudel into their mouths. Solo had this way of sprawling when he wasn’t in meetings that drew her attention to those long, lean legs in his suit pants, the secret knowledge of what he kept tucked in there especially for her making her feel even more fecund.
Oh, dear. This wasn’t getting any easier, but she wasn’t going to think further than the weekend. Talking of which… she cast a glance at Judith, who was looking pretty and relaxed and chatting to another nurse. There was going to be some action between Jude and Carts, mark her words.
Judith had sidled up to her the other day after Dr Death’s ward round. “Can I ask you something, Poll? Seeing you’re an expert on this stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“You know, the dating stuff.”
Polly had gathered up her files and watched Solo’s broad shoulders in his suit jacket (god, he was just as gorgeous in a suit as a bike jacket, wasn’t he?) disappear with Dr Death on patient rounds.
“I guess I’m good at the early stages.”
Judith’s blue eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what I need right now.”
“Okay, fire away.”
“Sooo, if you’ve kind of been seeing someone at, like, yoga, and having a drink after, and the vibe is good and then they invite you to something—”
Polly raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be a birthday party, would it?”
“Yeah, obviously, durhhh, I’m not trying to hide who it is. Youaregoing, aren’t you?”
“I have been invited, so yes, probably.” Like with bells and whistles on, though how she’d keep her and Solo quiet after this, god only knew.
“So help me here, how do you take it to the next level? Like, imply you’re interested?”
“Don’t you think he knows?”
