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probably talk medical matters and that would be it.
    So why was she blushing?
    Heart racing, she tapped reply. I’d love to talk to you, if you’re not too busy. She finished with her mobile number, pressed send, then waited, biting her nail. The phone was already on vibrate so she didn’t have to worry about waking Ryan, who could usually sleep through an earthquake anyway.
    Her mouth had gone dry, and she sat up and turned around on the tiny bed so her back was against the wall. Ryan and the other boy in the ward were asleep, so she’d have to keep her voice down.
    The phone vibrated in her hand, and she tapped the answer button and held it to her ear. “Hello?”
    “Hi, is that Erin?” The man’s voice was deep and husky, and it sent a shiver all the way down her spine.
    “Yes, hello Balthasar.” She felt all flustered. “It’s lovely to speak to you at last.”
    He chuckled. “Please, call me Brock. That’s my real name. The three of us use pseudonyms on the net, even though I’m sure everyone read that article in the Herald.”
    “What article?”
    “You didn’t read it? Wow, you must be the one person in the whole country. They did a feature on us—my two brothers and I. Our surname is King.”
    “Ah, hence the names for your company?”
    “That’s right. Charlie—he’s Caspar on the website—suggested Three Wise Men for the name of our medical business. Matt and I weren’t so sure. We thought it was just begging the press to point out all the stupid things we’ve done over the last few years.”
    Erin laughed. “I’m sure there haven’t been that many.”
    “You’d be surprised.” His voice was wry. “Hey, it’s nice to talk to you at last. We should have done this much sooner.”
    Her face glowed again. “I know. We must have been talking online for nearly a year now.”
    “Yeah it was about this time last year that Ryan was first in hospital, wasn’t it?”
    “That’s right.”
    “He’s obviously susceptible to summer colds. I’m guessing your doctors there have suggested he has a flu shot from now on?”
    “Actually, no.” She hadn’t thought about it either. Now he’d mentioned it, it made perfect sense. “I think they’ve been concentrating more on getting him better right now than on the big picture stuff.”
    “Fair enough, but he should have one as soon as he’s better, and then every year from now on. I was thinking it’s possible that his asthma might be irritated by pollen. Was there a thunderstorm where you are before his attack?”
    Erin’s jaw dropped. “Yes. How did you know?”
    “Just a guess. Changes in air pressure can lead to the bursting of pollen grains, creating smaller particles. These carry the allergens which can be inhaled deep into the lungs. It would make sense to step up his Flixotide inhaler from August maybe to February or March. We really need to work on preventing these attacks from happening rather than curing them when they do.”
    “Okay, Brock, I’ll think about that, thank you.” She spoke rather shyly, touched he genuinely seemed to care.
    He didn’t reply, and she hesitated, waiting for him to say goodbye now he’d done his doctoral duty.
    Instead, though, he said, “And how are you?”
    She rubbed her nose. “I’m okay.”
    “Having a child in hospital can be incredibly stressful, I know. Have you eaten today?”
    “Yes, Dad.”
    He laughed. “Just checking.”
    “My parents sat with Ryan for a while and I went down to the cafe. I wasn’t hungry but I made myself eat a steak and cheese pie.”
    “Was it nice?”
    “Not bad actually. I can’t cook to save my life so anything’s better than microwave meals.”
    He laughed again, and Erin smiled, glad she’d cheered him up. Should she broach the subject of his late wife? It seemed rude not to.
    “Hey, I’m very sorry to hear you lost your wife a few years ago. That’s very sad.”
    “Thanks.” He spoke softly. “Yeah, it was tough. She’d been ill a