in his eyes causing warm colour to rush into her cheeks.
Her mouth dropped open a fraction. Had she heard that right? She decided to ignore the remark. Thinking about it would have made her far too hot and bothered.
‘Oh, dear. That has to mean that you’re the new man,’ she ventured after a moment or two, her brow knotting. ‘What are you doing out here in the corridor? Shouldn’t you be in A&E, tending to the sick and injured?’
Slowly he released her, letting his hands fall to his sides. ‘I dare say I could ask the same of you,’ he countered. ‘But in the interests of good working relationships I think we’ll let that go for the moment. I’m sure you must have good reason for flying in here like a bullet from a gun.’
He looked her over, as though he was making sure she was still all in one piece.
‘As for myself,’ he added, ‘yes, I’m the new locum. And as to what I’m doing here in the corridor…I thought it would be a good idea to acquaint myself with the lie of the land and get to know the people that I’ll be working with. I must say I wasn’t expecting it to happen quite this way, but here in A&E we have to be ready for any eventuality, don’t we?’
‘I suppose we do.’ A wave of heat flowed along her cheeks. Had she really just asked her new boss what he was doing outside A&E? ‘So, you’ll be working here with us while Dr Meadows recovers from his heart attack?’
‘That’s right. I’m Josh Bentley. And you are…?’
‘Alison Randall, senior house officer.’ She winced, absorbing the fact that her worst fears had come to fruition. It seemed there was no end to what could go wrong today. How was she going to extract herself from this awkward situation? ‘We were all shocked when Steven was taken ill,’ she said. ‘He’s a lovely man…exceptional…irreplaceable…no one could possibly match up to him. He worked so hard, and he was so good with the patients.’
‘I can see that I have a lot to live up to,’ Josh said in a faintly whimsical tone. ‘I promise you I’ll do my best to fill his shoes.’
She groaned inwardly. Having her foot in her mouth was getting to be a habit. ‘I didn’t mean to imply that you wouldn’t be able to do that.’ She straightened her shoulders. ‘And about my being late—you have to understand I’m not usually tardy. My car wouldn’t start this morning. I had to beg a lift off my neighbour.’
He nodded, as though he had no problem with that, and then he turned his gaze to her holdall. ‘What’s all this, then? Are you planning on going away somewhere after work? Judging from the weight of it, you’ve packed for the long-term.’
She smiled as she shook her head. ‘No, nothing like that. I brought in some goodies for the cheque presentation ceremony later…just a few nibbles for people to snack on. I wasn’t sure whether anybody would have thought to make an occasion of it, and it occurred to me that we should do something to make it special. I expect you’ll be making a short speech, won’t you?’
He frowned. ‘I’m afraid you’ve lost me there. I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.’
‘Oh, dear.’ She floundered for a moment. ‘I was sure Management would have filled you in. They usually arrange for the press to be on hand—all in aid of good relations with the public and so on.’ She ran a hand through her silky hair in a distracted fashion, conscious of time running away with her. ‘I ought to drop off this holdall in the doctors’ restroom and let it be known that I’m on duty.’
He nodded, and walked with her along the corridor. ‘Perhaps you should tell me about this presentation? There’s nothing in the diary, and my secretary doesn’t come in until this afternoon. What’s it all about?’
‘Fund-raising. A group of people do their best to collect funds for the hospital—in particular the A&E unit. Of course most of the money they raise goes towards buying equipment for the hospital. Every year in December they drop by to present us with a cheque. Partly so that we can start arranging Christmas festivities for the patients. They bring presents for the children who will be staying in hospital over Christmas, either on the paediatric wards or in A&E, or on the observation ward next to A&E. Of course we don’t give them out until Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.’
He was still frowning. ‘Isn’t it a bit early for this kind of thing?’
She looked at him askance. ‘Hardly. It takes time to organise things around Christmas…decorations, presents, food. And sometimes we arrange a short entertainment or radio show. We can’t throw it all together in a couple of days, you know, and if we have a pantomime group coming to do a brief production we need to pay them an advance.’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t see why everyone has to make such a fuss around the occasion. The world seems to go crazy at this time of year. It amazes me that the shops are full of Christmas stuff from as early as the end of September. Why we have to suffer three months or more of hype is beyond me.’
‘Hype?’ She sent him a doubtful look. Where was his sense of Christmas cheer? Was he one of those dour people who were averse to celebrations? ‘Well, that’s the way it is. Personally, I appreciate having plenty of time to make preparations—and I love the atmosphere in town at this time of year, with everyone crowding out the stores, looking for gifts for their loved ones.’
His expression was sceptical. ‘You’re a sentimentalist.’
‘So what if I am?’ She lifted a finely arched brow. ‘I see nothing wrong with that, and I’m certainly not alone in feeling that way.’ She straightened her shoulders and moved on towards the doctors’ room. If he had a problem with the festive season that was his loss, and she wasn’t going to argue the point.
‘Christmas is my favourite time of year, when all the family gets together.’ She smiled, thinking about it. ‘My grandparents live about fifty miles away from here, but they’re coming over to the Pennines to spend the holiday with us, and my brother will be home from university.’
‘Really? It sounds as though you have a good time to look forward to. I can’t say I’m that enthusiastic about the season for myself.’ He frowned. ‘So, what’s the plan for this cheque presentation?’
She studied him for a moment or two. How could anyone not enjoy this special time of year? Was there something more to his indifference than a simple aversion to hype?
‘Well, Dr Meadows…Steve…always said a few words on these occasions. And since you’re the one in charge here today, I imagine they’ll expect you to be on hand if it’s at all possible.’ She added a warning note. ‘We do try to show how much we appreciate all their hard work. They take on all sorts of fund-raising activities for us throughout the year, and they bring a lot of good feeling into the hospital.’
He pushed open the door of the doctors’ lounge and sent her a thoughtful glance. ‘I’m glad you told me about this. What time are they likely to arrive?’
‘Around lunchtime, I would imagine…perhaps twelve-thirty. I expect one of the managers will deal with the actual proceedings.’ She began to empty the contents of her holdall on to the table, and a variety of plastic containers filled with pastries spilled out. ‘Perhaps I’d better ask one of the desk clerks if she can find time to put the food out in Reception.’ She glanced at the clock on the wall. ‘I hope no one in A&E is desperately in need of attention from me right now.’
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