Название: The Surgeon's Miracle Baby
Автор: Carol Marinelli
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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‘It’s called a box,’ Daniel answered. ‘And, yes, the batsman wears a box, only I wasn’t batting at the time—I was supposed to be fielding.’
‘I didn’t know you played cricket.’
‘I don’t play much, but an Englishman in Australia has to defend his honour.’ He smiled, then changed the subject back from vaguely friendly to painfully personal. ‘So, how come you’re here, Louise?’
‘There wasn’t really much work back home—well, not with the hours that I wanted,’ Louise said, giving him her standard response, but Daniel knew her too well to be fobbed off.
‘It must be hard in the city with your family so far away,’ he delved, and as Louise rolled her eyes he gave a low laugh. ‘They’re not still fighting?’
‘You’ve no idea.’ Louise gave a dramatic sigh. ‘Catherine’s getting married in a few months.’
‘Your sister?’
‘My half-sister,’ Louise corrected him.
‘How’s your mum taking it?’ he asked, matching her grimace, and it was so nice that even after all this time he understood, so very nice to put the animosity on hold and talk to him again.
To talk as they once had.
‘Terribly,’ Louise admitted. ‘Though, in her defence, there’s just no escaping it—in a small country town a wedding’s a big thing, especially this one. The local baker’s doing the cake, Mum’s close friend is a dressmaker and she’s working on the wedding dress and all the bridesmaids’ outfits, and the reception is being held in the local pub. You’d think it was European royalty that was getting married…’
‘That’s your mother talking!’ Daniel checked, and Louise laughed as she nodded.
‘Well, she found out a couple of months ago that Dad was paying for the wedding and even though they’re divorced, even though financially it doesn’t affect Mum a bit—well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly a soothing environment with a new baby on board. I think I’ll be staying in Melbourne for a while, at least until after the wedding!’
‘So how are things—how are you finding the ward?’
‘Good.’ Louise nodded. ‘I’m starting to find my way around.’
‘Who are you looking after this morning?’
‘A couple of easy ones—or they would be easy if they didn’t go taking showers and fainting on me and then…’ She gave an uncomfortable shrug. ‘I shouldn’t really be discussing the patients.’
‘They’re my patients,’ Daniel pointed out. ‘Who else have you got?’
‘Jordan Adams,’ Louise answered.
‘How’s he doing now he’s on the ward?’
‘OK,’ Louise answered thoughtfully. ‘Well, he seems OK. He’s being weaned off the tracheostomy and he’s starting to eat a little…’
‘How’s his mood?’ Daniel asked perceptively, because it was Jordan’s mood that was worrying Louise most. Most patients, after coming out of ICU, were so used to the intense one-on-one nursing contact that they tended to panic once on the ward and demand attention, but instead Jordan’s mood was flat, making little eye contact when Louise tried to talk to him, refusing to see his friends when they arrived to visit him—instead, just staring unseeingly at the television above his bed.
‘It’s not great,’ Louise sighed. ‘I think he saw himself in the mirror for the first time over the weekend and he hates that colostomy with a passion.’
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