‘Does it ever bother you, working with children?’
‘Oh, yes.’ It was a heartfelt statement. ‘All the time. I’d defy anyone to be blasé about it. But it’s rewarding, too.’ She thought about young Marcus, with his engaging smile, and brightened. ‘Children take life as it comes and grab it with both hands. It’s lovely to see what a wonderland it is for them. Everything is new and exciting, and sometimes it’s refreshing to look at the world through their eyes.’
His gaze trailed over her. ‘I’m sure they love having you as their doctor.’
‘I hope so. I do my best.’ She wiped her hands on a serviette and surveyed the remains of their lunch. ‘We seem to have polished that off between us with no trouble at all. Thank you for that,’ she said, returning his gaze with real appreciation.
It was hard to imagine why he was going to so much trouble to feed her and get to know her, but it would have been churlish of her not to acknowledge his efforts. Perhaps he was more concerned about her fainting on him than she had realised, and that was the real reason he was keeping an eye on her.
There was a knock on the door, and Hannah looked into the room. ‘Sorry to interrupt,’ she said, ‘but Mr Burnley’s looking for you, Sophie. He wants a word with you before he goes off on his rounds.’
‘Thanks, Hannah.’ Sophie stood up. ‘I’ll go and find him.’ She glanced at Lucas. ‘I’m sorry to cut this short,’ she said, ‘but Mr Burnley’s our cardiac surgeon, and I wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.’
‘That’s all right, I understand.’ Lucas began to clear away the remains of their feast. ‘I’ll take the opportunity to go and look in on young James while I’m here, if I may.’ He gave the nurse a look that would have set fire to steel. ‘Perhaps Hannah would show me where he is?’
Flustered, Hannah stared at him, her mouth dropping open a little. ‘You want me to take you to him? Um … yes … yes, of course. I can do that.’ She pulled herself together, as though she realised she was babbling. ‘I was forgetting you’re new around here. He’s in the bay along the corridor. If you want to follow me, I’ll lead the way.’
‘Thank you.’ Lucas’s smile had an even more devastating effect on Hannah’s composure. He walked to the door, holding it open so that she could retreat into the corridor, and for just a second their fingers touched. Hannah looked as though her senses were in a whirl, and Sophie could see that she was trying desperately to get a hold on herself.
A wry smile edged Sophie’s lips. It was just as well she’d made up her mind to steer clear of Lucas. He was obviously pure dynamite, and she’d no intention of becoming his next conquest.
CHAPTER THREE
‘HOW is our little patient doing?’ Lucas was frowning as he walked towards the bed in the paediatric bay of the emergency unit. It was some days later, and Sophie was getting used to seeing him about the place.
‘Not so badly now,’ Hannah said on a heartfelt sigh, ‘but I can tell you, that was a worrying hour or so.’ She glanced at Sophie. ‘For a while there, I thought we were going to lose her.’
Sophie nodded. ‘Me, too.’ She stretched, easing the ache in her lower back. It was mid-afternoon and she had been working full out all day, first with her charges on the paediatric ward and now with this small child who had been rushed to hospital by ambulance.
‘Her parents had no idea she would have such a bad reaction to nuts,’ Lucas commented. ‘They’ll have to be extra careful from now on.’ He gazed down at the small child, whose fair curls tumbled over the pillow. The five-year-old’s face was drained of colour so that she was almost as pale as the sheets. ‘Still, she seems to be a lot more comfortable now.’
‘Yes, she does. It was lucky you managed to get in an airway before the swelling in her throat became too severe.’ Sophie glanced at him. Her respect for Lucas had grown by leaps and bounds over the last hour or so. By all accounts, he had worked desperately to save this little girl before calling Sophie down for a consultation, and as soon as she had set foot in A and E she had been able to see for herself how capable he was, and how gentle and caring he had been with the child.
Hannah was right. It had been touch and go for a while, but after all Lucas’s efforts and a further shot of adrenalin, the child was at last beginning to recover, to everyone’s relief.
‘She’ll need to be observed over the next few hours,’ Sophie said, dragging her thoughts away from Lucas to the job in hand, ‘so we’ll admit her to the paediatric ward.’ She glanced at Hannah. ‘We’ll keep Sarah on IV fluids for a while, with the addition of a low-dose steroid and an antihistamine.’
‘Okay, you can leave it with me.’ Hannah went to check on the IV fluids, and Sophie went to find a computer in the doctors’ writing-up area where she could sit down to type up her notes.
Lucas followed her, coming to sit on the edge of the desk, watching her as she worked and making her all too conscious of his powerful, overwhelmingly male body. She sent him an oblique glance, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. ‘Have you made arrangements for the parents to talk with a specialist?’ she asked him, trying to keep her voice on an even keel. He was long and lean, flat stomached, and just having him close by made her abdomen tighten and had all of her senses in a flurry.
He nodded. ‘I told them I would make an appointment for Sarah to see an immunologist.’
‘Good. Sometimes, if things are handled the right way, the allergy might disappear completely after a few years.’
‘True. Let’s hope she’s one of the lucky ones.’ He stayed silent while she finished inputting the data, and when she leaned back in her chair, arching her back and suppressing a faint yawn, his gaze trailed over her.
‘How are things with you?’ he murmured, a hint of concern coming into his eyes. ‘You look tired. Are you still overdoing things?’
‘It’s good of you to ask, but I’m fine, thanks,’ she answered, absently curling and uncurling her fingers to dissipate the ache in her knuckles. It wasn’t the truth, but rumours spread like wildfire in this place, and she didn’t want it broadcast that she was under the weather and feeling the strain. She had a responsible position to uphold, and the last thing she needed was for people to think she couldn’t cope.
‘Hmm.’ It was clear he didn’t believe her. ‘You’re very pale. Are you quite sure you aren’t anaemic?’
‘Like I said, I’m fine.’ She was compounding the lie. She’d been so tired lately, that it was quite possible she was anaemic, but at least she’d done the responsible thing and paid another visit to her GP. He had found some problems with the haemoglobin levels in her blood, but wanted to know more about what was causing these, along with her other symptoms, and had ordered another set of blood tests. As soon as the results from those were back, hopefully she’d know if her problems were physical or simply the result of all the stress she’d been under of late. Not that she’d want Lucas to know any of that. All she actually wanted right now was to go and take her long overdue break. Perhaps a cup of coffee would perk her up a bit.
‘You’re very cagey, aren’t you?’ Lucas commented in an amused tone, as he tried to fathom her expression.
‘I wonder if Nathan’s responsible for that, or whether you’ve always been that way?’
