Leah Martyn – A Mother for His Baby (страница 3)

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He should have asked for her phone number. Brady started the engine of his car and shot towards the exit sign. He huffed a self-deprecating laugh. Hell, he didn’t even know her surname. But Sophie would. His heart somersaulted.

Was he ready for even the most tenuous kind of relationship, though? But in terms of area, Queensland was a vast state. For all he knew, Jo’s country practice could be at the opposite end of the state from where he was going. But they could always email. Relationships had been sustained by much less personal contact. His hopes rose briefly and then flagged. Best forget it. Forget Jo with the tiny freckles across her nose and the very sweet way she smiled.

Get real, he admonished himself silently. What woman in her right mind would want you and your baggage, McNeal?

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The morning at Mt Pryde Medical Centre began to unfold like a typical Monday. Even before Jo had time to stow her case and switch on her computer, Angelo Kouras, one of the partners, poked his head in.

‘Welcome back, stranger. Nice holiday?’

‘The best.’ Jo’s parents ran a bed and breakfast in North Queensland and it was her idea of the perfect holiday; with her mother’s fabulous cooking, her dad’s extensive wine cellar and nothing to do but swim and snorkel, day in and day out.

‘Good trip back?’

‘No dramas. What about here?’

‘A few, but we handled them.’ Angelo tilted a wry smile. ‘Ah, staff meeting at one o’clock, Jo. I’ve asked Monica to cater lunch. We’ve serious business to discuss.’

Jo frowned. Was a patient about to sue? Or were they simply running out of funding? ‘What’s up?’

Angelo came in and closed the door. ‘Ralph’s decided to retire.’

‘What—just like that?’

‘Said he’s been thinking about it for a while. And Lilian’s keen to relocate to Brisbane to be near the grandchildren apparently.’

Jo’s mind began racing. She hated these kinds of changes. They’d have to advertise for a new partner, cull the applicants, make a short-list, interview…She clicked her tongue. ‘I’ve only been out of the place for a month and all this happens.’

Angelo parked himself on the corner of her desk. ‘Ralph dropped his bombshell on Tom and me the day after you’d left on holidays. So at least we’ve had a bit of time to get cracking. Got some ads in pronto.’

‘Any luck?’

‘Six replies. We knocked it down to a short-list of three and selected someone. Sorry, you weren’t here for the interviews but I think you’ll be happy with our choice. He’s been working in rural medicine in Canada for the past couple of years. Seemed to latch on pretty quickly to what we wanted here. And he wants to put down roots.’ Angelo grinned. ‘And the best part is he’s had experience in anaesthetics, which will no doubt please Pen.’

Jo nodded. Angelo’s wife, Penny, was the sole fully qualified anaesthetist at the local hospital and was constantly on call. Still, Jo felt slightly miffed that they’d gone ahead and made the selection without her. Her chin came up in query. ‘Does this paragon have a name?’

‘Brady McNeal. He trained at the Prince Alfred in Melbourne. Excellent CV.’

Jo felt the wind knocked out of her, dropping into her chair as though her strings had been cut. ‘Brady McNeal’s coming to work here?’

Angelo’s dark eyes blinked a bit behind his steel-framed spectacles. ‘Well…yes. Is there a problem?’

Make it a thousand. Jo’s thoughts were spinning. ‘It’s just odd, that’s all.’ She gave a jagged laugh. ‘I actually met Dr McNeal at my friend’s wedding on Saturday. He was the best man.’

‘You’re kidding!’ Angelo’s head rocked back in disbelief. ‘And he didn’t mention his appointment to Mt Pryde at all?’

Jo made a gesture with the palm of her hand. ‘I spoke to him only briefly after the wedding. We’d left our cars at the same parking station and walked along together.’

‘Odd he didn’t make the connection, though. I mean, he was made aware Josephine Rutherford was our female member of the practice.’

Except she’d introduced herself merely as Jo.

‘And we certainly made a point of telling him you’d have been at his interview, except you were on leave,’ Angelo went on.

Jo switched her gaze from Angelo’s puzzled face to her framed medical certificate on the wall behind him. ‘I don’t think I used my surname.’

‘Ah, that would explain it.’ Angelo looked relieved.

‘So, when is Dr McNeal joining us?’

‘Officially next Monday. But he’ll be here today to sign a contract with us and I believe he wants to organise a child-minder for his son.’ Angelo slid to his feet. ‘I know you have an interest in paeds and you’re up to date with the child-care facilities in the town, so I told him you’d be the best person to help him with that,’ he added ingenuously.

So the man was obviously married. Jo pushed back a sick kind of resentment. He certainly hadn’t acted married—giving her all that attention in the car park. Holding her hand, for heaven’s sake! Yet she wouldn’t have put him down as a sleaze either.

It was puzzling and disappointing. She’d hoped…well, what had she hoped? She felt her throat close and swallowed. ‘Is…his wife coming along with him today?’

Angelo’s mouth compressed for a second. ‘There’s no wife, Jo. Brady is a single father. Not unheard of in this day and age—even in Mt Pryde.’

Jo gathered herself, feeling she’d just fallen down a cliff and now had to scramble back up. ‘When am I to have this meeting with him, then?’

‘Three o’clock this afternoon. Vicki will reschedule your list as much as possible. Anything else, I’ll cover for you, OK?’

Well, it had to be, didn’t it? Jo got to her feet and walked Angelo to the door. ‘I’d like to, um, glance through Dr McNeal’s CV, acquaint myself with his background a bit before we meet, if that’s all right?’

‘Of course. See Monica. We can have your input, then, at the meeting. The sooner we get things sorted, the better.’

With Angelo gone, Jo sank onto the edge of her desk, aware of the faint trembling in her fingers as she picked up her mail. She couldn’t help but wonder what Dr Brady McNeal’s reaction would be when they came face to face again.

CHAPTER TWO

ALMOST in a daze, Jo sorted haphazardly through her mail, finding countless brochures from various drug companies and several postcards from friends who were holidaying overseas. Anything connected with her patients would have already been dealt with by one of the other partners.

She consigned the junk mail to the bin and then, resolving to make her first day back as normal as possible, she made her way along the corridor to the staffroom. Vicki, their receptionist, was busily making coffee, humming cheerily to herself, when Jo walked in.

‘One of those for me?’

‘Oh—hi, Jo! You’re back!’ Vicki clattered mugs on to the benchtop and spun round. ‘How was the Barrier Reef?’

‘Fabulous as always. You’ll have to treat yourself and go some time.’

Vicki looked coy. ‘Actually, I might just do that—and sooner rather than later. Ta-da!’ She held out her left hand. ‘Jared and I got engaged. Getting married at Easter.’

‘Oh, my stars! Congratulations!’ Jo admired the three beautiful little diamonds set on their band of white gold and then wrapped Vicki in a hug. ‘Are we all invited?’

‘Of course, silly.’

‘Just everything’s happened since I’ve been away,’ Jo grumbled, pouring her coffee and adding a dollop of milk.

‘I know…’ Vicki said seriously. ‘Ralph’s leaving. I wonder how the new doctor will fit in?’

Jo shrugged. ‘Time will tell, I guess. Thanks for the coffee, Vic.’

‘Welcome.’

Jo took herself along to Reception. ‘Good morning, Monica,’ she said, greeting their practice manager with a smile.

‘Jo. Good to have you back.’ Monica looked slightly harassed. ‘I take it you’ve heard the news about Ralph?’

Jo nodded. ‘Angelo filled me in. I wanted to look over the new doctor’s CV before my meeting with him. Do you have it handy?’

Monica picked up some paperwork from the in-tray. ‘Yes, I do. Come through. It’s good they found a suitable replacement so quickly,’ she said, unlocking her cabinet and handing Jo the file. ‘The place couldn’t function indefinitely with one doctor down. The workload would be difficult to say the least.’

‘It certainly would,’ Jo agreed. ‘Talking about workloads, I’d better check on my patient list.’

Jo’s first patient for the day was Nora Burows. The elderly lady had an extremely fair complexion and years of working outdoors on the family farm had resulted in severe sun damage to her face and arms. Nora was listed for an excision of a scaly lesion on the side of her throat.

With the rate of skin cancer in Australia the highest in the world, Jo wasn’t about to take any chances. She’d need to send a sample of the damaged skin to the lab. A biopsy would be carried out and hopefully, for her patient’s sake, would return a benign result.

But the depletion of the ozone layers around the world was a real concern. Jo guessed in the not-too-distant future medical officers would be seeing a dramatic increase in the incidence of melanomas.

She buzzed through to their practice nurse in the treatment room. ‘Marika, has Mrs Burows arrived yet?’

‘I have her settled and we’re ready to go when you are.’