already. He’d stopped breathing that afternoon. He’d had a birth in circumstances that were appalling. And now maybe he was facing a new threat. Von Willebrand’s?
For him to pull through…
‘He’ll make it,’ Cal said, and he wasn’t sure why he knew or how he knew, it was just definite, absolute knowledge. ‘I know he will. You’ve done it, Gina.’
‘Thank God for that, then,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not as sure as you as to the outcome here, but he has every chance. Maybe…maybe for once in this country I’ve done something right.’
Three hundred miles away the girl lay beneath her bedcovers and shivered. It was hot out here—so hot—and for her family to afford air-conditioning was unthinkable. But despite the heat, she couldn’t stop shivering.
Her baby…
Dead.
‘Sweetheart?’ It was her mother, knocking on her door for what must be the sixth time since they’d got home from the rodeo. ‘Are you OK?’
She sounded worried. That was a laugh. When had her mother ever worried about her?
‘Go away.’
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I’ve got my period. I feel sick. Go away.’
Her mother hesitated and Megan could hear the fear in her voice. ‘You’re not well enough to feed the poddy calves, then?’
‘No. Go away.’
‘But your father…’
She roused herself—or she tried to—but the tiredness washing over her body was overwhelming.
‘I know Dad’s sick,’ she whispered, loudly enough for her mother to hear through the battered farmhouse door. ‘I know you’ve got too much to do to manage. But, Mum, I can’t. I just can’t. For tonight you’ll just have to manage without me.’
When she’d done all she could do, Gina stepped away from the table. Her face said it all. Her eyes were drained, her expression slack with exhaustion. She’d called on every resource she had, and then some.
‘Can I leave it to you now?’ she asked, unsteadily into the stillness. ‘I’ll be outside. Call me on the PA if you need me. I won’t go away. But I need…some air.’
‘You deserve some air,’ Emily said warmly. ‘You even deserve something a bit stronger, like a stiff drink or a cigar. Off you go, Dr Lopez. Cal and I will take it from here. But thank God you were here.’
‘Thank you,’ Gina whispered, and with a last, uncertain glance down at the table she started to move away.
Then she paused. Her finger dropped for a fleeting moment to trace the tiny cheekbone, to just touch…
‘Fight, little one,’ she whispered. ‘Fight.’
And then she was gone.
‘That’s one amazing doctor,’ Emily said as she left, and Cal could only agree.
‘Yeah.’
‘Charles said you knew her five years back.’ Em was still concentrating but she had room to cast a curious glance at her friend. ‘He’s saying she’s your lady-rat.’
‘Leave it, Em.’ Dammit, he couldn’t think of what else to say. And it was none of her business.
Since when did privacy considerations ever stop anyone in this place sticking their nose in anyone else’s business? It certainly didn’t stop Em now.
‘Charles says there’s a little boy.’
‘Leave it, Emily,’ Cal snapped again—harder—and Emily had the temerity to grin.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Is he yours?’ Grace asked from behind them, and Cal groaned.
‘Look, this is my business.’
‘Hey, we’re your housemates,’ Emily told him. ‘And Mike says there’s something really funny going on. He’s laying odds on this being your son—but no one’s taking bets until we’ve seen him. So tell us, Cal. Save us our betting money. Is it true?’
They were still working, but the atmosphere in the room had lightened by about a thousand per cent. Something about a tiny heartbeat that was steady and growing stronger by the minute was making even such a serious subject sound frivolous.
‘You might as well tell us. You know we share all your dearest concerns,’ Emily told him, and Grace choked.
‘That’s another way of saying we have a right to stick our nose into whatever we like.’
‘I don’t know how you do it, Cal.’ For once Jill was also smiling, the nursing director’s tight personality unbending a little in the face of this shared triumph. ‘Having all your concerns shared. Ten medicos living in the same house…’
‘Eight as of Tuesday,’ Grace reminded her, and Emily winced.
‘Thanks very much.’
‘He was a creep, Em, and you know it,’ Grace retorted. ‘I refuse to concede that you can possibly mourn the guy.’
‘I’ll mourn anyone I like.’
‘Why don’t you have an affair with Cal?’
‘Cal’s got an affair,’ Emily retorted. ‘As of now.’ She managed a smile. ‘Actually, an affair and a bit. A bit about three feet high. So concentrate on Cal’s love life. Leave mine alone.’
‘OK,’ Grace said obligingly. ‘If you insist. And Cal’s affair is fascinating. A woman and a son arriving out of nowhere, when we all thought he was a fusty old bachelor…’
‘Thanks a lot,’ Cal managed, and even Jill chuckled.
‘But here he is, with a son…’
‘Is he really your son?’ Jill asked, wondering, and Cal groaned.
‘Jill, at least you can keep out of what’s not your business.’
‘We love you, Cal,’ Emily said solidly. ‘Get used to it.’
‘I don’t think I ever will.’
‘It’s called living,’ Em told him, and she turned from the monitor to look down at her little patient. ‘Something this little man is about to do. Oh, well done, us. Now all we need to do is find you a mummy and a daddy.’
‘And find out whether Cal’s a daddy, too,’ Grace said mischievously.
‘Enough.’
