Dr Blake's Angel

‘It’s just… Maybe we need a Christmas tree and some mistletoe and a bit more atmosphere.’

‘Just explain.’ It was a growl but he was at the end of his tether.

And she realised it. Nell spread her hands and she smiled across the desk at him—her very nicest smile.

‘It’s simple,’ she told him. ‘Your friends, Jonas and Emily, the doctors at Bay Beach…’

‘I know who Jonas and Emily are.’

‘Then you’ll also know that they’re very grateful to you for giving them time off when they need it. But you won’t reciprocate, and with the sudden popularity of Sandy Ridge as a tourist destination your workload’s become huge. So now…’

‘So now?’

‘They’re repaying the favour. They’re giving you a holiday. Four weeks, to be precise. Jonas was hoping to come himself but, with Robby recovering from his latest skin graft and another baby on the way, they don’t want to leave each other over Christmas. When I said I was coming here…’

‘You were coming here?’ He was clutching at straws.

‘Sandy Ridge is my home,’ she told him. His look of incredulity seemed to annoy her. ‘I might not have lived here for ten years, but I own the house out on the bluff. It’s my home now. Or it will be soon. I intend to do it up and live in it.’

‘But—’

‘Yeah, there’s the but,’ she acknowledged. ‘The place is a mess. I need to put a landmine under it to clear out the junk, and I need a base while I do it. That’s where you come in. I’m only seven months pregnant so I’m good for at least another four weeks’ work. Em said you needed someone now, so she and Jonas organised with your hospital board to pay me locum wages for four weeks. That means you, Dr Sutherland, can take yourself off for a Christmas holiday, and leave me with your responsibilities. All of them.’

To say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement. To walk away for four weeks…

No.

‘The thing’s impossible. I don’t know what Jonas and Emily are thinking of.’

‘They’re thinking of you.’

‘I can’t go away.’

‘Why not?’ She smiled at him and her wide eyes were innocent. ‘I’m very well qualified. Ring Sydney Central and they’ll tell you. I worked with Jonas before he was married—that’s how we met.’ She arched her eyebrows, knowing before she said it that her next statement was hardly likely to be believed. ‘In fact, I’m a very responsible doctor. Until last week I was in charge of Sydney Central Emergency.’

This was crazier and crazier. ‘So why aren’t you now?’

‘In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a little bit pregnant.’ She was talking to him as if he was stupid, and that was how he felt. ‘I’m moving on. The new registrar can start work now, and Jonas said you needed me.’ She smiled. ‘So I came. If I’d left it much longer I could have dropped my bundle on your doorstep, and I wouldn’t be much use to you with a baby in arms. Or not for a while.’

Blake took a deep breath. ‘So let me get this straight. You’ve quit your job early specifically so you can give me four weeks’ leave?’

‘That’s right.’

‘And you’re just going to walk in here and take over?’

‘That’s the plan.’

He shook his head in disbelief. ‘I can’t just walk out.’

‘I expect it’ll take a day or two to hand over.’

‘You couldn’t do it.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she retorted. ‘If you can cope with the medical needs of the town, I don’t see why I can’t.’

‘Hell!’

‘Why is it hell?’ It was a polite enquiry—nothing more.

‘You don’t know anybody.’

She had an answer to that, too. ‘That’s where you’re wrong. I lived here for the first seventeen years of my life so I imagine I know more people in the district than you do.’

He shook his head again, trying to clear the fog of weariness and confusion. ‘Jonas and Em have paid you?’ It came out an incredulous croak and she smiled.

‘And the hospital board. Yes, indeed. An obscene amount.’ She chuckled. ‘No more than I’m worth, of course, but an obscene amount for all that.’ She made her lips prim. ‘I expect you’ll have to write them a very nice thank-you note.’

He stared at her, baffled. ‘You have it all sorted.’

‘Of course.’

‘The fact that you’re pregnant didn’t enter your calculations as something that needs to be factored in?’

‘I’m a very fit pregnant doctor,’ she told him.

Silence.

‘The idea’s stupid,’ he said at last, and she shook her head.

‘It’s not stupid at all. Your hospital board have approved it. They’re the ones who employ me—not you. I don’t see you have much choice.’

He thought it through. On the surface it seemed fine. Only… ‘Do you have any idea how many patients I see in a day?’

‘I guess…a lot?’

‘I’ve seen fifty today.’

‘Fifty.’ For the first time, her confidence ebbed a little. ‘Fifty!’

‘That’s not including hospital rounds, and not including house calls. It’s peak holiday season and I’m snowed under. I started at six this morning, I don’t expect to be finished before eleven and if I’m unlucky—and I’m nearly always unlucky—there’ll be calls out during the night.’

‘Good grief!’

‘If you took it on—’

‘I must.’ She might be dismayed but she was still game. ‘I made a bargain.’

‘If you took it on you’d drive your blood pressure sky high. You’d give yourself eclampsia and I’d have a dead baby—and maybe even a dead mother on my hands. You think I want that?’