That was all very well, Jack thought as the days wore on, but Kate was right there in his focus as well. The more he saw her, the more entranced he became. It wasn’t that she was classically beautiful. Almost permanently dressed in a skin suit that flattered no one—a supermodel could hardly look good in skin-tight electric blue—with her often damp hair tugged back, her face devoid of make-up and her nose splodged with white zinc, she looked a world apart from the career-women in Jack’s normal world. Maybe that was the attraction—but surely the attraction was that she was so caring. The attraction was the way she made Harry smile—and the attraction was the way she smiled herself, her dimples, her freckles, her total and absolute focus on the child she was treating. She loved her work, and she was good at it. Very good. While Harry played with his dolphins he watched her discreetly manipulate play, so that Harry was forced to use his bad leg, so he was turning and twisting in a way he’d never do on land.
