Sydney Harbour Hospital: Lily’s Scandal
Marion Lennox
With thanks to the fabulous Alison Roberts—a gorgeous friend who wears truly awesome boots! And to the rest of the authors in this series—you’re brilliant to work with and I love you all.
Aussie and New Zealand authors rock!
LUKE WILLIAMS had been operating since dawn. All he wanted was bed. Instead he was coping with stinking tallow, teenage hysteria and the director of surgery and the representative of the founders of this hospital thinking pistols at dawn.
‘You said multiple burns. Four children. I’ve spent most of the night with a kid with a collapsed lung, and you wake me for this …’
Luke’s boss, Finn Kennedy, the taciturn head of surgery at Sydney Harbour Hospital, was practically rigid with fury, but Dr Evie Lockheart, emergency physician, was giving it right back.
‘I was told four children fell into a vat of boiling tallow from the meatworks. You think that’s not worth getting you and Luke down here? I wanted the best.’
‘Luke has other things to do as well. Like sleeping. And boiling? It must have been barely warm. You should have checked.’
‘And waste precious time? Pull your head in, Kennedy.’
Luke sucked his breath in at that. These guys were powerhouses in this hospital. Evie Lockheart, of Endowing-the-Hospital-with-Serious-Money Lockheart fame, and Finn Kennedy, the Do-Not-Cross Director of Surgery, had personalities to match their egos. Powerful intellects, serious commitment, serious … conflict. Conflict getting worse.
Could he back away?
No.
School holidays. A meat-processing operation out in the suburbs, with inadequate security. Four teenaged boys, fifteen or sixteen, egging each other to walk the plank—on rollerblades!—over a two-thousand-gallon vat of tallow being rendered down.
They were lucky the heat had only just been turned on. They’d fallen into the equivalent of a bath that was a bit too hot.
Through the office window, the kids and their frightened parents looked a pool of misery. The stench was unbelievable, but it could have been much worse. A pert little blonde nurse was swabbing tallow from one kid’s legs, exposing only minor scalding.
He couldn’t leave, he decided, not until things had calmed down. Meanwhile he had a choice. Join in the fight. Look at the kids. Look at the nurse.
This was a no-brainer.
The woman was cute, he thought, even in her ER scrubs. Her blonde curls were wisping from under her cap. As he watched, she tucked them back in, and then glanced through the window.
He caught her gaze and saw laughter, quickly suppressed.
She’d be seeing the conflict, he thought, even if she couldn’t hear it. Was she laughing at these two? Not a good idea, he told her silently. Laughter would be really unwise right now, even for him, and he’d been working here for nearly ten years. He fought—quite hard—the urge to smile back.
He also fought the urge to hold his nose. This stink was permeating the whole floor.
‘The gastro outbreak has given us nursing shortages through the whole hospital,’ Evie was snapping. ‘I didn’t have the nursing staff to clean and check each of these boys before calling you. Possible burns, possible major trauma, it’s my job to call for back-up.’
‘They’re not traumatised,’ Finn snapped back.
But they were, Luke conceded, looking through at the very-sorry-for-themselves kids. It looked to him like their parents had initially been terrified and then expressed shock in the form of anger. He’d seen it time and time again in this job, fright finding vent in fury.
A couple of the kids had been crying. Tough teenage boys, scalded and scared … They should do a bit of reassuring.
But first he needed to defuse the battle of the Titans. How to stop World War III without accidentally escalating it?
‘You think your power gives you the right …’ Finn Williams was growling to the Lockheart heiress.
Luke gave an inward groan and thought, Here we go.
The little blonde nurse had disappeared into the storeroom. Good idea, he thought. Could he follow?
Not so much. Finn was his direct boss. Evie was the granddaughter of the founder of this place.
If he valued his job he needed to stick around while these power-mongers tore each other’s throats out.
In truth he wasn’t so worried about his job. As head of the plastic surgery team at the Harbour his credentials made him pretty much unsackable. But as well as being his boss, Finn was also his friend, or as much of a friend as either of them wanted. The last few weeks, he’d watched Finn’s perennially short fuse grow even shorter.
Finn and Evie had sparked off each other from the moment they’d met. As a junior doctor, Evie had dared query one of Finn’s decisions. She’d been wrong, she’d apologised, but Finn had mocked her family’s right to power, and their relationship had been … interesting ever since. But now, even for Finn, his anger was over the top.
It was messing with staff morale. It was also worrying, and Luke didn’t like being worried. Luke Williams was a man who held himself apart. He didn’t get close to people.
He was worrying now about his friend.
And through the window …
He hadn’t seen this nurse before.
Pretty. Great eyes. They were a blue that made you feel like diving into clear, sunlit water on a hot day. It must be her first
