‘But where is she? I haven’t a clue. Your guess is as good as mine.’
Becky chuckled, her blue eyes bright, as Ruby lifted the child seat out of the car. ‘As for you, you don’t have a care in the world, do you, little one?’ Ruby smiled indulgently. ‘What does it matter to you that I have to go and listen to my new boss challenge us to cut costs to the bone and find all sorts of impossible ways of doing it? And what’s he doing there anyway taking my place? I had my name pinned on that job, and I’m pretty sure I would have made things work for us without any of this argy-bargy and bad feeling.’
Becky studied her, a small frown appearing on the soft skin of her brow, as though she was trying very hard to make sense of the flow of words. Ruby laughed softly. ‘Yes, I know. Your auntie’s as mad as a hatter. Why else would she be going to a conference with a baby in tow?’ She leaned over and tickled the child, her chestnut-coloured hair falling in a silky swathe about her shoulders. Becky giggled and grasped a handful of hair.
‘Ow…ow…ow,’ Ruby exclaimed, pretending to be caught.
‘Mum…mm…mum.’ Six-month-old Becky blew raspberries from her pink lips and cooed, finally letting go of Ruby’s hair and beginning to suck on a small fist.
‘Yes, you’re absolutely right,’ Ruby murmured, straightening up. ‘Your mum’s not herself these days, and we just have to try to make the best of things, don’t we? When all’s said and done, we can probably slip in quietly somewhere near the back of the room. With any luck, no one will even notice that I’ve brought an uninvited guest along with me.’
By now she was approaching the main entrance of the hospital. People were coming and going, hurrying through the doors that continually swished open and closed. Some were dressed casually, visiting their relatives who were unfortunate enough to be hospitalised, perhaps, while one or two were more formally attired—doctors, maybe, or people who had appointments with consultants within the hospital.
Others, presumably taking a break in the warm afternoon sunshine, were sitting or standing to one side by a well tended shrub garden, breathing in the fresh air.
Suddenly, the doors opened up once more, and a man lumbered towards her, head down, a disgruntled expression on his face. Perhaps the collision that followed was inevitable. Either way, he slammed into Ruby with some force, so that she swung to one side and momentarily lost her balance. She kept a firm grip on the baby chair as it carved a wild arc through the air, and all the while her one thought was to protect the infant. Becky began to cry, frightened by the sudden jolt, and for a second or two, Ruby was afraid that she might have been hurt.
At the same time she was aware of pain slicing through her wrist, and as she fought to regain her balance, she realised that the man had rushed away, leaving her only with the impression of a scowling, grim countenance.
‘Are you all right?’ A man’s voice cut into her thoughts, the deep, warm tones edged with a drizzle of honey that smoothed over her shattered nerves. ‘Is the baby okay?’ He reached out and lightly grasped her arm, steadying her, at the same time laying a hand on the baby seat to ensure that it was safe.
‘I think so.’ Disorientated, she set the carrier down on the ground, checking swiftly that all was well with Becky. ‘Everything’s fine, baby,’ she murmured, reassuring the infant and distracting her with a brightly coloured teething ring that jangled and provided endless possibilities for exploration. ‘She seems to be none the worse for it.’ Then, once she was satisfied that the baby was safe, she looked up into the eyes of the man who had come to her aid.
They were beautiful eyes, a curious mixture of blue and grey, reminding her strangely of sea mist and sun-dappled water, and at the same time invoking a disturbing reaction within her, a strange restlessness that she hadn’t encountered in a long, long time.
She pulled herself together and straightened up, leaving the carrier where it was for the time being so that Becky would have an opportunity to examine her new toy and forget all about the incident. That left her free to rub gently at her wrist where it had been wrenched.
‘I have a feeling I might have seen that man somewhere before,’ she told him, frowning a little. ‘I can’t quite place him, and I only caught a glimpse, but there was something about him that was familiar.’
‘Really? He didn’t look too happy, did he? Maybe things hadn’t gone quite the way he expected in there.’ He looked towards the building, then glanced back at her, noting the way she was surreptitiously soothing her jarred wrist. ‘Do you think someone should take a look at that?’
‘No, it’ll be fine, thanks.’ She gave a short laugh. ‘Anyway, I’m in the right place if I change my mind, aren’t I? A&E is just around the corner.’
‘That’s true.’ A serious expression settled on his face as he appeared to ponder the wisdom of leaving things be, and she took a moment or two to study him more thoroughly.
He was way too smartly dressed to be a casual visitor to the hospital, or even a patient, she guessed. He wasn’t wearing a doctor’s name badge, so it was possible he was someone from a pharmaceutical company here to meet up with their chief pharmacist and his team. Ruby knew the hospital chiefs were worried about the drugs bill, and meetings were planned to discuss the issue.
He was wearing a suit, the immaculate, dark grey jacket sitting easily on broad shoulders, while the trousers fitted him to perfection, outlining a washboard-flat stomach and long, strong legs. Altogether, he made an immediate, disturbing impact on her.
‘Do you need any help to get to where you need to be? Perhaps I could carry the child for you?’ He was watching her closely, his gaze skimming over her, taking in her casual summer clothes, a button-through cotton top and gently flowing skirt, before coming to rest once more on her face.
She blinked, trying to pull her thoughts back on track. She shook her head. ‘No, thanks all the same. I’ll manage.’ She smiled. ‘Besides, I expect you have places you need to be…unless you’d finished your business here?’ Why else would he have been standing outside the hospital? He looked like a man who would be continually on the move, energetic, a force to be reckoned with. Perhaps it was the suit that gave her that impression. It somehow denoted a businesslike demeanour, a man at the height of his profession.
‘You’re right. I was just taking a break for a while, enjoying the sunshine and the cooling breeze. Hospitals can seem like soulless places at times, can’t they, even here in beautiful Buckinghamshire?’
‘That’s true.’ She nodded. ‘I wasn’t much looking forward to coming here today, but unfortunately I have a meeting to go to.’
He frowned. ‘Is that so? Nothing badly wrong, I hope—with you or the baby?’
She made a wry face. ‘Nothing at all. I’m fighting fit, and so is Becky, which is just as well, since I have to go and do battle, so to speak. It won’t do to let the chiefs have everything their own way.’
A puzzled look crossed his features, and it seemed as though he expected her to say more, but she didn’t try to explain any further. ‘I must go,’ she said. ‘I’m late already. Thanks very much for coming to help me. I do appreciate it.’
She had delayed long enough, and the meeting must be well under way by now. If she hurried, there was still time to make her presence felt. She picked up the baby carrier and, with a nod in his direction, she walked swiftly into the building.
James and Olivia, two senior house officers
