are you, Steele?’ she said. ‘And that’s Matron asking.’
Steele remembered Candy sitting here, crying, on this very bed. It had been Macey who had told them both that Candy was pregnant after all. He sat on the bed and this time he was there for himself rather than Macey and he told her how he felt.
‘Sad.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I miss her.’
‘You don’t have to miss her, though.’
‘She needs this break.’
‘Perhaps, but she’ll come back and you’ll be gone, living miles away, immersed in your new job. That’s not the start that you two need.’
‘She needs time to think.’
‘Of course she does,’ Macey said, ‘but you can have too much time and get yourself into a space that it’s very hard to get out of.’
She was right. Steele knew that. Of course, Candy’s parents would soon come round. From the little he knew about them, he knew that they loved their daughter. They would want to help. They would probably suggest that she move back in with them. He thought about trying to forge a relationship with her parents as gatekeepers.
They didn’t need to forge anything, Steele realised.
He didn’t need to question himself about his motives towards the pregnancy.
He loved her.
It was that easy.
Macey watched the smile that spread on his face and, yes, some things were private but she knew too that she’d just witnessed the realisation of love.
Steele sat through the long memorial service and heard what an amazing man St Gerry had been, but it didn’t hurt him now.
Indeed, he could laugh at a few of his antics.
By all accounts he had been a bit wild, a bit bold, and now, as the shock of his death started to recede, the real Gerry started to appear.
They all stood as his parents cut a ribbon for the new resuscitation ward and everybody headed up towards Admin for drinks and nibbles and more talk about Gerry, but Steele chose not to go there.
‘Steele!’ Hugh, a surgeon he had asked to consult on a patient, came over and shook his hand. ‘Have you met Rory?’
‘I have.’ He shook Rory’s hand.
‘And this is Gina. She’s also an anaesthetist here,’ Hugh introduced, but Steele couldn’t place her.
‘I used to be an anaesthetist here,’ Gina said.
‘It’s lovely to meet you,’ he said, and then watched Gina’s features tighten as a man made his way over.
‘This is Anton,’ Hugh said, and Steele shook Anton’s hand as Hugh introduced them. ‘Anton’s an obstetrician.’
‘Well,’ Steele said, ‘that would explain why we haven’t met. We don’t have much call for obstetricians on the geriatric unit.’
‘I’m also a reproductive specialist,’ Anton said. ‘Though I guess you don’t have much call up there for them either.’ He turned to Hugh. ‘Are you going up to Admin for drinks?’
‘No.’ Hugh shook his head. ‘I’ve got to get back to Theatre. Anyway, I’ve done my duty and put in an appearance but, frankly, he was an arrogant piece of work and I had more arguments with him than anyone else at the Royal.’
Anton watched as Steele gave a wry smile.
‘Well, I certainly don’t need to be around booze,’ Gina said. ‘I’m heading for home. I might see you around.’ She smiled at Steele. ‘I’ve got an interview next week.’
‘Good luck,’ Steele said.
Anton, he noticed, made no comment.
Gina walked off and there was an uncomfortable silence for a moment.
‘How is she?’ Hugh asked Rory.
‘How would I know?’ Rory said. ‘We’re not really talking any more.’
The two men walked off, leaving just Steele and Anton.
‘Undercurrents?’ Steele checked, because around Gina things had seemed incredibly tense.
‘Hell, yes,’ Anton said, but didn’t elaborate. ‘I think I might give the drinks in Admin a miss too, although I could use a drink. Do you want to go over to Imelda’s?’ he offered. Imelda’s was a bar across from the hospital and Steele nodded.
‘Sure.’
‘Have you worked here long?’ Steele asked as they gave their orders a few minutes later.
‘Just over a year,’ Anton said. ‘You?’
‘I’m only here for a few more weeks. I move to Kent the week after next.’
‘My first intention was to be here for a couple of years and then return to Milan, but my wife works here and she’s pregnant. I can’t see me leaving here any time soon.’
‘You said that you worked in fertility?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Is it hard to do both?’ Steele asked.
‘I set firm boundaries,’ Anton explained. ‘I first did obstetrics then moved into fertility. I missed it, though, and so when I moved to England I changed back to obstetrics. I still keep my hand in when I can. I would love somehow to do both but they are both very consuming.’
‘There are a lot of changes, I guess?’ Steele could not believe he was pushing this conversation.
Anton could. ‘There are constant changes.’
‘What about for men?’ Steele asked. ‘I mean, you hear all the advancements for women …’ He could not believe he was discussing this. He actually wanted to stop because if there wasn’t hope then perhaps it would be better not to know.
‘Things are different for men also. There is a procedure called ICSE now. Basically, if you can get one healthy sperm an egg can be fertilised. Even if the sperm count comes back as negative, you can go into the vas deferens …’
Steele pulled a face at the thought of a needle in his balls.
‘Under local.’ Anton smiled.
He’d do it.
And there was the difference, Steele realised. He’d had a lot of loves in his life but never till now ‘the one’.
One that meant two hours after taking his first sip of a very welcome Scotch and a whole lot of talking with Anton,
