story is too far-fetched to be believed. When it all comes out, we’ll probably learn it was his girlfriend who tried to get rid of it at home, and he suffered a last-minute attack of conscience.”
Dr. Parker had never been her favorite person. His remark just now alienated her even more. No sooner had he gone out the door than she felt another presence in the ICU.
“Is that what you think, too?”
The stranger’s deep, unforgettable voice brought Meg’s head around to receive the full brunt of brilliant blue eyes alive with pain.
Horrified he’d overheard Dr. Parker’s comment she said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Broderick. Would you repeat the question?”
He stood there with his hands on his hips in a purely masculine stance. “Your diplomacy does you great credit, Ms. Richins.”
For a moment she’d forgotten about the name tag attached to the pocket of her lab coat. Her face went warm. “Please don’t mind what he said. At times no one is immune to the stress of the ER.”
“I could go along with that if this place resembled a war zone. But it’s as quiet as a tomb around here tonight.”
He had a point.
“Dr. Parker has three children of his own. I’m assuming it was the baby’s plight that caused him to venture a negative opinion about you.”
“Apparently it’s shared by a majority of people. Why not you?”
The pointed question caught her off guard.
She could hardly tell him it was the haunted sound of his voice, the look of torment in his eyes when he’d rushed in the ER crying out for help, that had decided her.
“I’ve always considered a person innocent until proven guilty.”
There was a slight pause. “It’s nice to know I have one person on my side.”
“Two,” she amended in the next breath. At his questioning look she said, “You’re forgetting the baby.”
CHAPTER TWO
“YOU mean Johnny?”
She blinked. Johnny?
“I abhor calling him Baby Doe,” came the explanation.
“So do I,” she said in a tremulous voice. “John’s my father’s name. I love it. Just don’t let anyone else hear you use it. They would jump to the wrong conclusion.”
“It will be our secret.”
Though what he’d said implied a certain intimacy, she knew they were just words on his part.
“I heard the doctor tell you he’s sick,” Mr. Broderick added. “I take it he wasn’t talking about hypothermia.”
She shook her head. “No. The baby has an infection. We’ll give him antibiotics for as long as the blood culture comes back positive.”
“What else is wrong with him?”
“He’s lost blood. That means he’s missing vital nutrients we’re feeding him through the IV.”
“The guy’s so tiny. Do you think he’s premature?”
The questions fired one after the other reminded her of a brand-new father who needed constant reassurance.
“Probably. But under the circumstances, five pounds is a good weight. Until his lungs are more developed, we’ll continue the oxygen to help him breathe.” She bit her lip. “Thank heaven you found him!”
“I’ve been doing a lot of that for the last little while,” he muttered, his whole attention focused on the baby. He didn’t act or sound like he was going to leave anytime soon.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
Julie stopped Meg on the way to the lounge area. “I got a good look at the Adonis who brought in Baby Doe,” she whispered. “He’s a living, breathing miracle!”
“I agree,” Meg murmured back. Unless I’m no judge of character, he’s even more exceptional on the inside.
“It isn’t fair!” the vivacious blond nurse whined. “I step outside for five minutes and the only excitement to happen around here in months takes place without me.”
“Tell you what. Wait here while I get him a chair, and you can take it to him. The stool’s a back-breaker.”
“You mean he’s not leaving yet?” Her blue eyes lit up in anticipation.
“I’m not sure. He’s very anxious about J—the baby,” she stammered.
In a matter of seconds Meg returned with one of the comfortable canvas-backed chairs. “I’ll keep an eye on Mrs. Pope while you monitor the baby’s progress.”
Julie smiled with satisfaction. “You’re just too good to be true,” she sang the song near Meg’s ear before wheeling away with the chair.
It was better to let Julie take over in there. She was a natural flirt. If Mr. Broderick turned out to be single and available, the two ought to hit it off without problem.
As for the baby, Meg already felt an attachment to him that went way beyond the norm.
She’d always loved babies and had dreamed of a large family of her own one day. But since she’d learned she could never give birth, it seemed like her problem was all she ever thought about. Especially when her older brother and sister were both married and had children.
Her gynecologist had suggested she get a dog to love. Unfortunately there was a “no pets” rule at the apartment she shared with a dental hygienist, Debbie Lignell. But after her response to the baby, maybe she ought to start thinking about moving to a place where animals were allowed.
By the time she went off the shift at five-thirty a.m., Debbie would be getting ready for work. Meg could broach the subject, but her friend wouldn’t like it. Their apartment was a convenient half block away from the dentist’s office.
Perhaps the best thing to do was let Debbie advertise for a new roommate so Meg could find a place of her own.
Maybe now would be the best time to move back to Salt Lake. There were plenty of nursing jobs available. If she couldn’t get her old floor position back at Emigration Hospital, there were a lot of other hospitals in the Salt Lake Valley. As for apartments that accepted pets, it wouldn’t be a problem. What she needed was a new reason to get up in the morning…
Since her operation, she’d avoided dating. That way she didn’t have to explain that she could never bear a child and that the guy would be wasting his time with her.
The last man she’d been interested in was a pilot she’d met at an N.B.A. game featuring the Jazz and the Lakers. Once the two of them got talking, it appeared he liked some of the same outdoor activities she loved.
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