City Surgeon, Small Town Miracle

by Marion Lennox

  He cleared his throat before speaking into the lengthening silence. ‘Theresa, I was sorry to-’

  ‘No harm done.’ She cut him off quickly, a tiny flare of dismay in her dark chocolate eyes. The smile on her lips looked stiff, unnatural and he realised her misunderstanding had been deliberate. Theresa didn’t want to hear his words of condolence.

  She glanced behind him, her smile warming. ‘You must be Alexis. Your grandmother’s told me all about you.’

  ‘Alexis, this is an old friend of the family.’ Luke drew his daughter forward, leaving his arm across her shoulders as he made the introductions. He was pleasantly surprised when she leaned into his side instead of shrugging him off.

  She glowed under Theresa’s attention. Gone was the surly, uncooperative child of mere minutes ago.

  Theresa’s serene surface was so firmly in place, the moment of panic seemed as though it was a figment of his imagination. Still, there was something…a hint of sadness shadowing her eyes and smile. With her attention on Allie, he could see it much more clearly.

  After a few minutes, Theresa said, ‘I’ll leave you all to catch up properly.’

  ‘Mum said for you to come to tea tonight, Terri,’ Megan said.

  ‘Oh. Thank your mum for me, Megan, but I have some paperwork to do before tomorrow. See you later, Alexis.’ Her friendly smile faded as she raised her eyes to his. ‘Luke.’

  He wondered if her refusal of the dinner invitation was because of his arrival or if the paperwork excuse was genuine.

  She mounted the bike, slid the helmet over her luxurious hair. Her long slender fingers worked quickly to buckle the strap beneath her chin before she reached out to turn the key in the ignition. The machine throbbed to life.

  Much to Luke’s surprise, she rode down the extended driveway beside his parents’ house.

  ‘So, I guess that means I can keep riding with Terri,’ Megan said.

  He sent her a noncommittal look. ‘We’ll see.’

  ‘Luke!’

  He grinned at her wailed protest and slid his question in casually. ‘Is Theresa staying in the beach cottage?’

  ‘Terri. She prefers Terri.’

  ‘Terri, then.’ He raised an eyebrow.

  ‘Uh-huh. She’s been renting it since she came back.’

  He wondered why his mother hadn’t told him when she’d been giving him updates on the latest Port Cavill gossip.

  ‘And that was, what, six months ago?’

  ‘About.’ Megan shrugged.

  ‘It’s a hovel.’

  ‘That’s when you used to live there, Luke. Terri’s done it up.’

  ‘Really.’ Perhaps he might find an opportunity to wander down for a visit, see how his old bachelor pad had scrubbed up. Learn more about the intriguing tenant…

  Or perhaps not.

  He was here for a year and would have his hands full with the hospital, his father and Allie. Meeting Terri again like this had tipped him out of kilter, that was all. He was tired, maybe even a little jet-lagged. Not thinking straight.

  The last thing he needed was to complicate his life. Especially with someone who must thrive on excitement if the bike and her previous job were anything to judge by.

  Seeing her had plunged him into an odd time warp where he relived their kiss on the beach. Could it really have been twelve years ago? He hadn’t treated her particularly well that night, rejecting her soft sympathy, allowing his bitterness and guilt over his cousin’s death to colour the things he’d said.

  Still, she was obviously made of stern stuff. She’d gone on to do her medical training.

  He’d had no interest in women during the two and a half years since Sue-Ellen’s death. How damned inconvenient that the sexual spark missing in his life since then should choose to wake up now.

  In Port Cavill. Of all places.

  With a colleague. Someone he needed to work with for the next year. The time and place and person couldn’t be worse.

  Terri parked the bike beside the cottage, thankful to have made the short journey without disgracing herself by stalling or missing a gear. Or dropping the bike. She huffed out a long breath before putting down the stand and dismounting on shaky legs.

  Luke was back.

  Helmet tucked under one arm, she collected her handbag from the top box. She’d known he was coming home, of course. Most of the Daniels family had been in a happy buzz of anticipation for the last couple of weeks.

  Except for Will Daniels. He’d been upset that, despite his recommendation, the board had appointed Luke to the position of hospital director. A position she’d been acting in since Will’s myocardial infarct. Worse was that the notification had only come yesterday.

  Terri had stifled her disappointment so she could reassure her convalescing boss that it didn’t matter.

  But it did matter. She’d been relishing the responsibility. It was good for her, challenging, restoring her sense of self. Giving her a much-needed focus for her shattered life.

  She sighed. Perhaps even more distressing was her ridiculous fluttery reaction to Luke. How long had it been since she’d felt that disturbing feminine awareness of a man? Such lightness had had no place in her life for so many years. To have it now felt wrong, frivolous.

  She crossed to the door and let herself into the cottage. Her hand lingered on her helmet for a moment after she’d placed it on the hall-stand. When Luke had confronted her and Megan, the temptation to stay inside the fibreglass dome and hide behind the smoky Perspex visor had been overwhelming. Behaviour much more in keeping with the starry-eyed teenager she’d been last time they’d met.

  Why couldn’t she have been caught on the ward, performing some marvellously complex medical procedure? Saving lives, saving the world, she mocked herself silently. That would have been too perfect.

  She slipped off her jacket and hung it on the peg by the door. Naturally, Luke had to arrive a day early, catch her kitted out in motorcycle leathers and then mistake her for Megan’s boyfriend.

  Still, she thought she’d handled the meeting with reasonable aplomb. Thanks to the helmet, she’d had a chance to gather her wits a little before revealing herself. If anything, it had been Luke who’d been nonplussed. Embarrassed by his mistake probably.

  He’d hugged her. Spontaneously. She wrapped her arms around her body, remembering the feel of his firm hold, his torso pressed to hers for those long seconds. Not that it meant anything. The Daniels family was naturally, delightfully, demonstrative.

  Unlike the O’Connors.

  Unlike the Mitchells. Her husband’s family had saved their affections for their causes. And those they’d pursued with dedication and passion. No sacrifice too great. She grimaced, chiding herself for her disloyalty. Hating the bitterness of her thoughts.

  In the kitchen, she filled the kettle. While she waited for the water to boil, she scanned the scrubby trees that bordered the back yard. The sandy path to the beach was well hidden. Astounding that she’d had the temerity to follow Luke down the track all those years ago. What a crush she’d had on him, poor sad child that she’d been.

  She shook her head then spooned a scant teaspoon of coffee into a mug.

  That was the past. This was now and she wasn’t an angstridden teenager any more.

  She’d been married…and widowed. The explosion that killed her husband had ripped her life apart. She’d come to Port Cavill to give herself a chance to recover, to regroup. She’d come here for peace. Nothing more.

  As she contemplated the future, she pursed her lips.

  Stepping into the role of director had given her a new sense of purpose. She’d been doing a damned good job even if the paperwork part of the job wasn’t her forte.

  Now she had to step aside.

  Gracefully.

  Luke’s return was difficult on so many levels. Peace would be in short supply while he was around.

  She sighed. At least, their first meeting was over now. Next time she encountered him, she’d be
working for him.

  CHAPTER TWO

  DRESSED only in jeans, Luke stood in the darkened room at the back of the house and stared moodily across the moonlit lawn. He could make out the hump of the small cottage sheltered by trees at the edge of the lawn.

  Theresa’s place. No, not Theresa-Terri.

  Was she tucked up, asleep? He glanced at his watch. Half past one in the morning. He’d be willing to bet she wasn’t lying awake thinking about him, the way he was about her.

  He leaned his forearm on the wooden window-frame and contemplated his reaction to her that afternoon. Surely, it had to be a product of his recent upheavals-the move, travelling, worry over his father and Alexis.

  He’d had eight happy years of marriage to Sue-Ellen. He’d loved his wife, damn it. During all the time they’d been together and since she’d died, he hadn’t looked at another woman.

  Yet one tiny and very public hug with Terri had evoked such a powerful memory that he’d been swept back twelve years to the last time he’d held her in his arms. To a five-minute interlude on the beach.

  Ridiculous. Potentially disastrous.

  Luke rubbed his jaw, feeling the rasp of stubble. Perhaps he was over-thinking this. Perhaps it merely demonstrated that it was time he did start thinking about a relationship. Or at least start preparing Allie for the possibility that he might one day date. Bring someone, a woman, into the family. He tried to picture that day but long dark silky hair and hot chocolate eyes stayed stubbornly in his mind.

  He gave up, let his thoughts dwell on the brief meeting that afternoon. The way Terri had deflected his condolences made him wonder about her. Was her grief still raw? Did she suffer any long-term post-traumatic stress symptoms? A gnawing ache settled in his chest for the pain she’d been through. He could only begin to imagine the difficulty of losing someone the way she had. So brutal and sudden.

  He and Allie had had time with Sue-Ellen. Poignant time for words of love, reassurances, promises. Heartbreaking but enriching moments to cling to in the days, weeks, years that followed her death.

  Terri hadn’t had that. She’d had no chance to say goodbye before her husband had been snatched away.

  He needed to be mindful of that, sensitive to her needs, and be ready to offer counselling, in a professional capacity, if she needed it. As hospital director, the welfare of his staff was paramount. He was feeling the natural concern of a doctor for a colleague. Plus Terri wasn’t just a colleague, but the sister of a friend. The least he could do was offer support to Ryan O’Connor’s sister. Yes, that was more like it. He just needed to apply a bit of sound reasoning.

  Through the loosely screening shrubbery, he saw the lights of the cottage come on. Almost as though the intensity of his musings had woken Terri.

  He snorted out a small breath. How hopelessly fanciful. So much for the power of common sense.

  A few minutes later, she walked across to the hospital in the moonlight. The ends of a stethoscope looped around her neck dangled darkly on her pale T-shirt. She seemed to look up at his window. A queer shaft of excitement made him draw a quick breath before he could block it.

  One tiny glance from her and his heart was flopping around in his chest like a freshly caught flounder. He shook his head in disgust.

  Terri was obviously the doctor on call tonight.

  As his system settled, he watched her disappear through the back door of the hospital and then reappear in the glass-walled corridor. By angling his head, he could follow her progress until she turned the corner leading to Accident and Emergency.

  He should go back to bed and yet something held him at the window. A moment later, slow revolutions of light-blue, red, blue, red-began flickering off walls and gutters, signalling the arrival of an emergency vehicle on the other side of the building.

  He straightened and, moving quietly, walked back through to the main house to find a T-shirt.

  Since sleep was so elusive tonight, he might as well spend the time working with his new colleague. Pro-pinquity in a hospital setting would be the best cure for this inconvenient fascination. Baggy, unflattering clothing, surgical caps, masks, booties. That should take the edge off her appeal quick smart. For his sanity, he needed to start the therapy now. Familiarity bred contempt-he had to believe it.

  Anticipation quickened his pace as he retraced her footsteps along the silent hospital corridor.

  No sign of any staff in the casualty waiting room. The ambulance was gone. He skirted the main desk and entered the treatment area.

  A pale-faced woman sat in an open cubicle clutching a bowl, her eyes closed and head tilted back to rest against the wall.

  The nurse attending the woman turned and frowned.

  ‘I’m sorry, sir, you must stay in the waiting room and ring the bell if you need to see the doctor.’ She yanked the curtain of the cubicle closed as she came towards him.

  ‘Is Dr Mitchell around?’

  ‘Yes, but you must-’

  ‘I’m Luke Daniels. The new director. And you are?’

  ‘Oh, Dr Daniels.’ The line of her mouth thinned even further. ‘I’m Dianne Mills, one of the nurses. Terri’s busy with an urgent case at the moment.’

  ‘I’m here to help. Where is she?’

  ‘I’ll take you through to her.’ The woman’s subtle unfriend-liness seemed to say that his assistance wasn’t required or particularly welcome.

  Luke smiled grimly as he grabbed a gown from the shelf and followed her. Maybe she was right. Judging by the praise heaped on her by his parents, Terri was a very competent doctor. She’d recognised the signs of his father’s myocardial infarct even though Will Daniels had insisted it was just indigestion. What had the stubborn old cuss been thinking? A call to the cardiologist had confirmed that Terri’s prompt actions had minimised damage to the cardiac muscle. Tests had shown life-threatening partial occlusions in several other vessels and his father had been whisked in for triple bypass surgery.

  ‘What’s the urgent case?’ he asked as he tugged the gown over his clothes.

  ‘An unconscious teen brought in by two friends. The girls couldn’t wake her when they got her home. We’ve got food poisoning cases coming in as well. I was just about to call for back-up.’ She sent him a speculative look.

  ‘I’ll cover.’ He smiled. ‘We can reassess later with Dr Mitchell if necessary.’

  Dianne nodded. Her brief response wasn’t encouraging. Perhaps he needed to work on his people skills.

  They were still a distance from a closed curtain when Luke heard a young woman’s clipped voice say, ‘I thought she should sleep it off.’

  ‘But I s-said we should b-bring her here,’ added a second, shakier female voice. ‘Even th-though it’s, like, two o’clock in the morning.’

  ‘You’ve made the right decision for your cousin.’ Terri’s even husky tones sent a light shiver over his skin. Sudden doubt needled at the belief that familiarity with her would help him. He swallowed.

  ‘Are you sure she hasn’t take anything? Drugs?’ Terri asked.

  ‘Um, sh-she-’

  ‘No, of course not,’ said the aggressive voice of the first girl. ‘Never.’

  Luke stepped through the gap in the curtain and took in the situation with a sweeping glance.

  Two young women in their late teens stood to one side of a gurney. Dressed to the nines in their party clothes, heavy make-up smudged beneath their eyes and an array of coloured streaks adorned their heads. He caught the tail end of the ferocious glare the taller of the two girls used to browbeat her friend.

  Terri’s eyes lifted to his briefly in a moment of intense silent communication. It was obvious she didn’t believe the girls’ denial. Her eyes slid away and she moved to the head of the gurney where she bent over the patient, laryngoscope in hand.

  ‘Temperature up another half-degree to forty-one point five, Terri,’ said a nurse as she pulled up the patient’s skimpy knitted top and placed the diaphragm of her stethoscope on the pale ski
n.

  ‘Thanks, Nina.’ Terri glanced up. ‘Dianne, could you get us some ice packs, stat.’

  ‘On my way.’ Dianne slipped out of the curtained cubicle.

  Keeping an eye on the activity at the gurney, Luke crossed to the teens. ‘I’m Dr Luke Daniels,’ he said calmly. ‘You’re on your way home from a party?’

  ‘A rave.’ The taller girl gave him a superior look. She was busily chewing gum and her eyes had the dilated pupils of someone who’d taken some sort of substance. ‘Over at Portland.’

  ‘Apical pulse one forty. BP seventy over forty. Sats seventy per cent.’ Folding her stethoscope, the nurse turned away to collect a monitor from the side of the room.

  Luke turned his attention to the other teen. ‘Was your friend able to walk out of the rave on her own?’

  ‘We-we kind of, um, had to h-help her.’

  ‘Was she talking to you then?’

  ‘N-no.’

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Terri slide in the endotracheal tube.

  ‘Airway in. Ready for the ventilator, Nina.’ She straightened, moving aside so the nurse could attach the unit.

  Stepping back around the gurney, Terri unwound her stethoscope and listened to both sides of the patient’s chest and her abdomen.

  Luke looked back at the shorter girl shivering beside him. Deliberately holding her eyes, he said gently, ‘We need you to be honest and tell us how long ago she took something. Was it a tablet?’

  ‘Th-three hours.’

  ‘Shona!’

  ‘Well, sh-she did. We all did. They were only l-little pills, j-just to give us a b-boost.’

  ‘Thank you for your honesty,’ said Luke, touching her arm to reassure her.

  ‘They were only Es,’ said the taller girl, tossing her head. ‘There’s nothing wrong with me and Shona so it can’t be the that.’

  ‘Those so-called party drugs affect everyone differently.’ Luke clenched his teeth against the urge to shake some sense into the girl. ‘You two have been lucky. You’re friend hasn’t.’