Their Newborn Baby Gift. Alison Roberts

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       CHAPTER TWO

      MAYBE IT WAS the jet lag.

      Or perhaps it was that his new life was not beginning quite as smoothly as he would have liked.

      Ryan Walker arrived at Hope Children’s Hospital’s opening gala alone. His companion for this event had started to feel unwell by the time they’d entered the main building of the hospital. Ryan had offered to drive her back to her hotel but Tiffany had sobered up enough to be embarrassed about her behaviour and had insisted on calling a friend to collect her. It was with a sigh of relief that Ryan took an elevator to the top floor. He wouldn’t have wanted to meet any of his new colleagues with an inebriated woman hanging onto his arm. It was embarrassing enough that she’d knocked over that cute little blonde in the car park.

      He hoped that stranger was all right. Oddly, he found himself still thinking about her as he stood for a moment to observe the crowded event. Maybe it had been her petite size that had made him feel like she might need looking after. Or maybe it was the way she’d been so keen to get away from him given that Ryan wasn’t used to women reacting that way to his attention. He’d taken a second glance as he’d left the car park, only to see her getting into the car next to where he’d parked his rental. A staff car parking area, so maybe he’d see her again somewhere and could apologise again?

      He hoped so. In the meantime, he was here to introduce himself to as many people as he could and a good place to start was obviously the man who was in charge. It was lucky that he could recognise Theo Hawkwood so easily after the video call conversations they’d had. And how flattering had it been that he’d been headhunted to join the team of this new centre of excellence that was just getting off the ground?

      ‘Theo...’ Ryan extended his hand. ‘It’s so good to meet you in person, at last.’

      ‘Ryan... So glad you could make it. I was hoping to give you a tour of the hospital today but it’s been a bit crazy, thanks to this event.’

      ‘No worries. My flight got held up in Singapore so I didn’t have the chance to get here earlier. I’ll look forward to a tour tomorrow. I’ve still got a day or two before my first theatre list, yes?’

      ‘Of course. Come and find me first thing in the morning. In the meantime, let me introduce you to a few people.’ Theo turned to the man next to him. ‘Starting with Marco Ricci, one of our general paediatric surgeons. Marco, this is Ryan Walker, our new neonatal cardiac surgeon.’

      ‘Delighted.’ Marco shook Ryan’s hand. ‘Can I find you a drink?’

      Ryan shook his head. He was still unimpressed with Tiffany’s earlier behaviour. Who would have expected cabin crew to let their hair down quite that much on a night off? And, with that thought, he was reminded again of the woman who’d been knocked over. Not really blonde, exactly—more like a pale redhead. Different...

      There were a lot of people who wanted to talk to Theo and Ryan found himself left with Marco.

      ‘That’s Alice Baxter.’ Marco pointed out a slender woman with strikingly pale blonde hair. ‘My boss.’

      Ryan’s eyebrows rose at something in his tone. ‘Oh?’ Good grief, this hospital had only been up and running for a short time. Were there politics going on already?

      ‘She’s bossy.’ But Marco’s smile was charming enough to suggest that this might not be a criticism. ‘I’m waiting to find out if she’ll loosen up a bit after a glass of champagne, perhaps.’

      ‘So who else is here from the surgical team?’

      ‘Hmm...’ Marco looked around. ‘Finn Morgan should be here, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he isn’t. I’ve never seen him at a social event.’

      ‘Are there a lot of them?’

      ‘Not really. But I’m sure there’ll be more as we get closer to Christmas. So, what would you like to know about Hope Hospital?’

      ‘Tell me about ICU,’ Ryan said. ‘I can do my best in Theatre but the standard of aftercare is obviously critical to the best outcome.’

      ‘Oh, you’ll be impressed. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to the head of the department. She’ll want to meet you, as well. I think I spotted her a while back, on the other side of the dance floor.’

      Ryan followed Marco, smiling at people as they nudged their way through the crowd and pausing to provide his name to a woman with a photographer who’d just snapped his picture. His work with children’s charities made this a familiar environment and no doubt he’d be meeting some of these people again soon enough. He already had tickets to a charity ball in London in a few weeks’ time. He was happy enough to be starting his new position with a party but what Ryan was really looking forward to was the peace and quiet of an operating theatre and being able to focus on what he did best.

      Mending broken little hearts.

      * * *

      It felt peaceful already.

      The main ICU reception area was not staffed at this time of night. Administration tasks could wait until normal working hours and visitors were restricted so Evie’s work station was deserted and the lights dim.

      That wasn’t where she was heading, however. Behind Reception was a corridor that led to the staffroom, departmental library, overnight bedrooms, changing rooms and showers. She used her coded lanyard to gain access to the female changing rooms and paused by the shelves just inside the door, choosing her size in the teddy bear printed scrub trousers and tunic top. Getting changed, she realised just how bad the rip in her skirt was. Maybe she would ask Janine, the nurse manager who was on tonight, if it would be okay if she wore the scrubs home tonight.

      Moving towards the mirrors, Evie found a hairbrush in her bag and dealt with the mess of her hair, brushing it smooth and then braiding it into a simple plait to hang halfway down her back. It was only as she looped the tie around the end of the braid that she realised what was odd about her reflection and she froze in horror.

      Where was her necklace?

      Her touchstone?

      Desperately, Evie tried to think of where she might have lost it. Not long ago, that was certain, because she remembered the feel of it below her fingers when she’d been talking to Theo.

      Her fingers were resting on bare skin now, the image of Theo in his tuxedo in her mind. Then she remembered another figure in a tux. Helping her up from the ground. That fall had done more than rip her skirt, obviously. Somehow the necklace must have caught and the chain had been broken.

      Evie breathed out slowly, resisting the impulse to change back out of the scrubs and go looking for the necklace right now. It was a staff car park and the only value of the jewellery was sentimental СКАЧАТЬ