‘Why can’t Mrs Thornton do it?’
‘I can’t give her sole responsibility for the children.’
‘Stella?’
‘I can’t ask her to look after two kids that aren’t hers.’
> ‘You’re asking me—’
‘Because you’re my brother.’ Patrick sank his hands into his hair. ‘Do you honestly think I’d be asking you if I had a choice? I know you’ll hate every minute, but I also know the kids will be safe with you.’
Daniel’s heart was pounding. ‘Ask me anything else,’ he said hoarsely. ‘A horse for Posy. Anything. But don’t ask me to look after them.’
‘Posy is too young to need a horse.’
‘See?’ Daniel spread his hands. ‘I don’t even know that. I don’t know what children do at what age. I wouldn’t be safe with them. You’re mad even to ask me.’
‘You won’t have to do much,’ Patrick said wearily. ‘Just give them breakfast and get Alfie to school. Then you bring Posy here and drop her into the hospital crèche on your way to work.’
‘I can’t fit the kids in my sports car.’
‘We’ll swap cars. I’ll take the Porsche and you can use my four-wheel drive.’
Daniel lifted an eyebrow. ‘If that’s supposed to be an incentive, you don’t know me very well,’ he drawled. ‘Listen. I’m the last person in the world that anyone would want looking after their kids. I don’t know anything about kids.’
‘You work in A and E. You know a great deal about kids.’
‘I know how to fix them when they’re broken!’ Daniel glared at him. ‘And I’m assuming you don’t want yours broken, which they will be if I look after them!’ He felt something close to panic rise inside him and then he looked at his brother—saw the dark shadows in his eyes.
‘You’re my brother,’ Patrick said softly. ‘That makes you suitable. You’re the only person I trust.’
Daniel lifted his hand to his throat, feeling as though he was being strangled. ‘All right, I’ll do it.’ His mouth was moving even while his brain was still trying to refuse. ‘But you have to leave me some textbooks or something.’
‘They’re just kids, Dan,’ Patrick looked amused. ‘You don’t need books. They’ll tell you what they want.’
‘Posy is so little. How am I going to know what she wants?’
‘She’ll tell you. Alfie is good with her. He’ll help.’ Patrick glanced at the clock. ‘I’d better get back. Thanks. And stop worrying. It’s only for four days, Dan. What can possibly go wrong?’
‘I assume you don’t want me to answer that.’ Daniel strode back to his desk and delved under a pile of papers for his mobile. ‘The first thing I’m doing is calling Andrea.’
‘Your frosty lawyer? How’s that going?’
‘We’ve both been too busy for me to thaw her out,’ Daniel muttered. ‘One of the disadvantages of dating a career-woman is that they’re too involved in their career to see you. And when she’s available, I’m not. This place is death on a relationship, you know that.’ Seeing his brother’s face, he closed his eyes briefly. ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s all right. Carly didn’t leave because of the job—that was just her excuse. She left because she was Carly.’ Patrick rose to his feet. ‘Why would you call Andrea?’
‘Because she’s a woman. She’ll know what to do with a ten-year-old and a three-year-old.’
‘I wouldn’t be too sure about that.’
‘Well, she’s going to know more than me.’ Daniel dialled the number. ‘When are you leaving?’
‘Saturday.’
‘That gives me four days to bring in reinforcements.’
‘If you get stuck, you can always bang on the stable door and ask Stella to help. The kids love her.’