Stormbound Surgeon. Marion Lennox

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СКАЧАТЬ When this woman had lost consciousness she’d been in a truck heading out of town. Now she was in hospital—kind of—and she was a mother. It would take some coming to terms with.

      ‘You’re fine,’ he told her softly, his voice strong and sure, and Amy blinked to hear him. Joss looked decisive and tough but there was nothing tough about the way he spoke. He was gentleness itself. ‘My name is Joss Braden. I’m a doctor and you’re in hospital.’ Of a sort. There was no need to go into details. ‘Your truck crashed. You were in labour—remember?’ And then at her weak nod, he smiled. ‘You’re not in labour any more. You’ve had a baby. The most gorgeous daughter.’

      He held the child for her to see.

      There was a long, long silence while she took that on board. Finally she seemed to manage it. She stared mutely at the softly wrapped bundle of perfect baby and then tears started trickling down her cheeks.

      ‘Hey.’ Joss was gentleness itself. One of his elderly nurses saw his need and handed him a tissue to dry her tears. ‘There’s not a lot to cry about. We’re here to take care of you. We had to perform a Caesarean section but everything’s fine.’

      Her tears still flowed. Amy watched in silence, as did her three geriatric nurses.

      There were more outside. The door was open—just a crack. How many ears were listening out there? Amy wondered and managed a smile. Well, why shouldn’t they listen in to this happy ending? They’d worked as hard as she had, and they deserved it.

      ‘Can you tell me your name?’ Joss was saying.

      ‘Charlotte…’ It was a thready whisper.

      ‘Charlotte who?’

      Silence.

      Her name could wait, Amy thought happily. Everything could wait now.

      But Joss kept talking, assessing, concerned for the extent of damage to the young mother now that the baby had been delivered safely.

      ‘Charlotte, you’ve had a head injury. I need to ask you a couple of questions, just so I’m sure you’re not confused.’

      She understood. Her eyes were still taking in her baby, soaking in the perfection of her tiny daughter, but she was listening to Joss.

      ‘Do you know what the date is today?’

      ‘Um…’ She thought about it. ‘Friday. Is it the twenty-fifth?’

      ‘It sure is. Do you know who won the football grand final last week?’

      That was easy. A trace of a smile appeared, and the girl shed years with it.

      ‘The Bombers,’ she said, and there was an attempt at flippancy. ‘Hooray.’

      ‘Hooray?’ She was a brave girl. Amy grinned but Joss gave a theatrical groan.

      ‘Oh, great. It’s just my luck to bring another Bombers fan into the world.’ Then he smiled and Amy, watching from the sidelines, thought, Wow! What a smile.

      ‘And your surname?’

      But that had been enough. The woman gave a tiny shake of her head and let her eyes close.

      Joss nodded. He was satisfied. ‘OK, Charlotte.’ He laid a fleeting hand on the woman’s cheek. ‘We’ll take some X-rays just to make sure there’s no damage, then we’ll let you and your daughter sleep.’

      ‘So is anyone going to tell me what the set-up is here?’

      With the young mother tucked up in a private room, her baby by her side and no fewer than two self-declared intensive-care nurses on watch by her side, there was time for Amy and Joss to catch their breath.

      ‘What would you like to know?’ Amy was bone weary. She felt like she’d run a marathon. She hauled her white coat from her shoulders, tossed it aside and turned to unfasten the strings of Joss’s theatre gear. They’d only had the one theatre gown, so the rest of their makeshift team had had to make do with white coats.

      But making do with white coats was the last thing on Joss’s mind. ‘Tell me how I got a theatre staff,’ he said. ‘It was a miracle.’

      ‘No more than us finding a doctor. That was the miracle. Of all the people to run into…’

      ‘Yeah, it was her lucky day.’ He gave a rueful grin and Amy smiled back. He had his back to her while she undid his ties and she was catching his smile in the mirror. He had the loveliest smile, she thought. Wide and white and sort of…chuckly. Nice.

      In fact the whole package looked nice.

      And as for Joss…

      He stooped and hauled off the cloth slippers from over his shoes and then rose, watching while Amy did the same. Underneath her medical uniform Amy Freye was some parcel.

      She was tall, maybe five-ten or so. Her tanned skin was flawless. Her grey eyes were calm and serene, set in a lovely face. Her hair was braided in a lovely long rope and he suddenly had an almost irresistable urge to…

      Hey. What was going on here?

      Get things back to a professional footing.

      ‘What’s someone with your skills doing in a place like this?’ he asked lightly, and then watched in surprise as her face shuttered closed. Hell, he hadn’t meant to pry. He only wanted to know. ‘I mean… I assumed with your skills…’

      ‘I’d be better off in a city hospital? Just lucky I wasn’t,’ she retorted.

      ‘We were lucky,’ he said seriously. ‘We definitely were. If you hadn’t been here we would have lost the baby.’

      ‘You don’t think Marie could have given the anaesthetic?’

      ‘Now, that is something I don’t understand.’

      ‘Marie?’

      ‘And her friends. Yes.’

      She smiled then, and there were lights behind her grey eyes that were almost magnetic in their appeal. Her smile made a man sort of want to smile back. ‘You like my team?’

      ‘It’s…different.’

      She laughed, a lovely low chuckle. ‘Different is right. An hour ago I was staring into space thinking, How on earth am I going to cope? I needed an emergency team, and I had no one. I thought, This place has no one but retirees. But retirees are people, too, and the health profession’s huge. So I said hands up those with medical skills and suddenly I had an ambulance driver, two orderlies and three trained nurses. I’ve even got a doctor in residence, but he’s ninety-eight and thinks he’s Charles the First so we were holding him in reserve.’

      She was fantastic. He grinned at her in delight.

      This felt great, he thought suddenly. He’d forgotten medicine could feel like this. Back in Sydney he was part of a huge, impersonal team. His skills made him a troubleshooter, which meant that he was called in when other doctors needed help. He saw little СКАЧАТЬ