waited for more, but he’d gone back to his cereal.
‘Breakfast?’ Freya asked.
‘And lunch.’ He moved on to his second mug of tea. ‘Are you new to London as well as the hospital?’
Freya nodded. ‘I got here last week.’
‘I worked in Glasgow for a while.’
‘For how long?’
‘A year. I couldn’t understand a word anybody said. “Pardon” became my most-used word.’
‘I’m having the same problem—although in reverse,’ Freya admitted. ‘I have to keep repeating myself.’
‘I can understand you.’
‘Then you’re the first.’
‘You’re not from Glasgow, though?’
She was far too soft spoken for that, he thought. But not soft. He had liked the edge to her tone when he’d asked if the seat was taken. Richard loved the challenge of a sullen woman.
‘No, I’m from Cromayr Bay.’
‘Never heard of it.’
‘Fife,’ Freya said. ‘Overlooking the Firth.’
‘Never heard of it,’ he said again.
But this time he smiled just a smidge and she couldn’t tell if he was teasing.
‘How are you finding London?’
‘It’s early days.’ Freya gave a small shrug.
‘Ah, after a few late nights you’ll come to love it.’
It was then that she noticed his eyes—or rather, it was then that she properly noticed them.
In his good-looking face there were several stand-outs. If she’d been describing him to Alison, his sculpted cheekbones and attractive full mouth were two features she might easily have named, and that his hazel eyes were just so much more than hazel. They were the colour of burnt amber, with a smatter of golden flecks, and they made Freya feel as if she were gazing upon an open fire.
Or was that more from the way he absolutely held her gaze as she replayed his words in her mind?
‘Ah, but after a few late nights you’ll come to love it.’
Those words had sounded like an invitation.
As Freya held their eye contact steady, she wasn’t quite sure how, but he made her his sole focus.
And he was hers.
Gone was the canteen, and gone too was the noise.
But then he spoke, and Freya found herself blinking at the intrusion of words.
‘So, where will you be working?
‘Maternity. I’m a midwife. The name’s Freya,’ she added, and she was not just being polite. His stethoscope was hanging over his lanyard and she wanted to know his name and just who this delectable stranger was.
She would have to wait to find out, though. His pager was trilling. As he looked at it he scooped the last of his cereal into his mouth and then gulped down the remaining tea as he stood.
‘I expect you to be fully versed in the operating of a fire extinguisher the next time we meet.’
‘I’ll do my best,’ Freya said, but he had already gone, his large frame moving swiftly through the tables as people made way to let him past.
She watched.
And not idly.
The overhead chimes started then, and Freya heard that the Cardiac Arrest Team was needed in Casualty.
Through the glass windows of the canteen Freya watched as he ran down the corridor, and then she turned her head and surveyed his empty cereal bowl and the two empty cups of tea.
Freya didn’t know his name, just that he was gorgeous. Effortlessly so. And way more gorgeous than she could handle.
She hadn’t been born yesterday. In fact, Freya’s thirtieth birthday was fast approaching. And there was something about him that told her he had learnt to flirt from the cradle. There had certainly been a tease and a flirt in his eyes when they spoke—especially with that little quip about late nights.
Well, there would be no late nights spent with him! She was far too guarded and sensible for that.
With her lunch break over, Freya headed back to the lecture theatre for the afternoon session of her orientation day. Sure enough it was the fire lecture. She watched the film and tried not to smile when they were given a demonstration on how to use the various fire extinguishers.
And even as she watched and listened Freya wanted to know more about the time her lunch companion’s patient had tried to set fire to the ward.
And she wanted to know his name.
Fully versed in the fire policy at the Primary, as well as in the various codes used for emergencies of different natures, and how to report safety hazards, Freya found that it was time for coffee—and, she guessed, another fifteen minutes of standing alone.
‘There’s a lot to take in, isn’t there?’ said Rita, the woman who had earlier been sitting next to her.
‘There is,’ Freya agreed. ‘Where will you be working?’
‘I used to be a domestic on Maternity. I’m hoping they’ll send me back there, but I haven’t been told where I’m going yet. You?’
‘I’m a midwife, so I’m certainly hoping that they’ll be sending me there!’ Freya joked.
‘Pardon?’
‘Maternity,’ Freya said instead.
‘Well, I hope to see you there.’
They headed back for their final lectures about the pay office and superannuation. Rita took furtive notes and Freya did her level best not to tune out completely.
Finally orientation day was concluded, and the fifty or so new Primary Hospital workers all headed for home.
Freya followed the red line, and sure enough was soon approaching Casualty.
And there he was.
The man who had understood her when she spoke.
He must be hungry again, Freya thought, watching him feed coins into a vending machine.
Gosh, he really was good-looking—and just so tall and broad. Even side-on there was a presence to him. She wondered if she could come up with a witty line about fire extinguishers in the few seconds she’d have before
