His Unexpected Child. Josie MetcalfeЧитать онлайн книгу.
department was enough to send a chill down her spine and she instantly resolved to be less prickly. After all, she may have applied for the post but she hadn’t got it. It certainly wasn’t the first disappointment she’d suffered. Life went on.
She slid back behind the desk, leaning forward to press a combination of keys on the computer keyboard until the relevant diary page flashed up onto the screen. She always arrived at least an hour before she was due to start and she may as well get their initial meeting over as soon as possible. The situation wasn’t going to change even if she put him off until the end of the day, and she’d have it hanging over her, too.
‘I’m free for the next three-quarters of an hour,’ she began briskly, then realised that she’d automatically treated the room as her own domain, sitting at the desk as if it was her right. ‘That is, I’ll be free as soon as I’ve had time to take my belongings out of your room…although where I’ll be able to put them…’ she finished under her breath, completely unable to think of anywhere in the department that she could set up as her own space. She’d been doing so much of the day-to-day running of the department for so long that there was very little in the room to remind her that it had actually been her former head of department’s office.
‘That’s not important for the moment,’ he said dismissively. ‘We’ll just have to share the office if there isn’t anywhere else.’
Leah nearly choked at the impossibility of the idea. The room was far too small for a second desk to be shoehorned into the cramped space and they certainly couldn’t share the existing one. What was he proposing? That she should sit on his lap?
‘The important thing,’ he continued while she fought to rid her brain of that seductive image, ‘is that I need to be up to speed before I start work properly on Monday. Where we do it or whose name is on the door is immaterial.’
‘So, what do you think of him?’ Kelly demanded eagerly, her coat over her arm, at the end of her shift.
‘Who?’ Leah asked weakly, knowing it was a forlorn hope that the topic of conversation would be anything other than their new head of department.
‘David ffrench, of course,’ Kelly said impatiently, almost as though she doubted Leah’s sanity. ‘Remember? The man you’ve spent ages closeted with in that cosy little office, you lucky girl.’
‘He’s very different to Donald,’ Leah said blandly, hoping that Kelly hadn’t picked up on the fact that her heart had just performed a sudden jig at the mention of his name. It had been bad enough when he’d been standing in the office doorway and she’d been able to put the width of the desk between them, but sitting side by side with their elbows and knees in almost constant contact had quickly become torture. She’d never been this aware of any man, not even…
‘Duh!’ Kelly mocked, halting that particular train of thought before it could hit the buffers. ‘Tell me something I haven’t noticed! David ffrench is absolutely nothing like Donald, thank God. Tell me…while you were in here, what have you managed to find out about his private life? Is he married, engaged, living with a significant other or is he gloriously, wonderfully free to fall instantly in love with yours truly?’
‘I haven’t got a clue,’ Leah replied honestly, but felt the tide of warmth seeping up her face with the silent admission that for the first time in a long time she’d actually found herself thinking exactly the same questions. ‘All I can tell you is that he doesn’t wear a ring—not that that is any indication of anything these days, especially for a surgeon.’
‘Ah, so you were looking!’ Kelly pounced.
‘Not really, but I couldn’t help noticing as we were working our way through the current case files.’ And couldn’t help noticing what nice hands he had either. They were all lean and long fingered and looked as if they had the sort of sinewy strength that any surgeon needed, combined with the delicacy of touch and fine control that was essential for their exacting specialty.
‘So, do you think he’ll be good for the department?’ Kelly asked, suddenly reverting to a more serious frame of mind. ‘Do you think you’ll be able to work with him?’
‘Time will tell,’ Leah said noncommittally. ‘He certainly seems to know his stuff.’
‘And the fact that he’s so easy on the eyes is a big help, too,’ Kelly joked archly. ‘Not that he seems very interested in playing the flirting game. I think nearly every female in the entire obs and gyn section perked up as he’s gone by, but he didn’t even seem to notice. Oh!’ She gasped as a sudden thought struck her. ‘You don’t think he’s…you know, batting for the other team?’
‘You mean, homosexual?’ Leah fought a grin, determined to at least appear to take the suggestion seriously. ‘I suppose he could be. Once again, though, only time will tell.’
She was grinning openly as a scowling Kelly made her way out of the unit, muttering darkly that all the good-looking men were either married or gay, absolutely certain in her own mind that, married or not, David ffrench was a hundred per cent pure functioning male.
‘Hey, big brother! How did it go today? Did you get a chance to look around your new domain?’
‘Hi, Moggy! How are you doing?’ David felt a wide smile spread over his face at the sound of his sister’s voice at the other end of the phone, grateful for the chance to stop unpacking boxes. He lowered himself into his borrowed armchair and suddenly realised why it had been so eagerly donated when it nearly swallowed him whole. He might have to call for help just to escape from its smothering clutches. ‘Is that new husband of yours treating you right?’
‘Like a fragile piece of priceless china,’ she grumbled, but he could hear the happiness underlying the complaint. It was so good to know that she’d finally found what she’d always wanted—a man who loved her every bit as much as she loved him—and if it left him feeling pea green with envy, that was his own problem. He’d thought he’d had it all once, and look where he was now.
‘Perhaps that’s because you’re not only newly-weds but you’re also pregnant with his baby,’ he pointed out. ‘And you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.’
‘True,’ she conceded cheerfully and with a definite hint of smugness. ‘Hey! No sidetracking! You didn’t answer my question. What did you think of your new department? Are you glad I twisted your arm to apply for the post? Did you have a chance to meet Leah Dawson? What did you think of her? Don’t you think she’s just—?’
‘Hey, Moggy! Give me a chance to answer the first half-dozen questions before you pile on the next dozen!’ He chuckled, glad that she’d never grown out of that habit. He’d been teasing her about it ever since she’d learned to talk.
‘Not so much of the Moggy!’ she complained, as she always did. ‘I’m not ten any more. So, start answering. Isn’t Leah just great?’
For some reason that was the last question David felt like answering, and he couldn’t think of a single logical reason why—at least, not one he cared to contemplate with his nosy little sister on the other end of the phone.
Hurriedly, he reverted to an earlier question.
‘Yes, Moggy, I freely admit that I’m absolutely delighted that you brought the AR vacancy to my attention. It has the makings of an excellent department.’
‘The makings? You mean, once you’ve done your new-broom bit and completely reorganised it?’ she teased, but he knew there was more than a hint of the truth in her words. He did like to put his own stamp on the way his department was run, but he certainly didn’t want to start off by alienating the existing staff.
He wondered just how well his sister knew Leah. Maggie and Jake hadn’t needed the assistance of his new department to start her pregnancy, but she might have met his new colleague when they’d had to call for someone to take a look at a potential admission down in A and E. She might also have met her when she’d accompanied an emergency patient up to the department at some time.