The Surgeon. Kate Bridges

for the lovely items. “A lever in the base allows you to select silence, half strike and full strike.”

      “Yes,” said Clarissa, rushing to take over the conversation. Was there some sort of bidding competition between the two women of which Sarah wasn’t aware? The woman needn’t feel threatened by Sarah, she had no hold over Dr. John Calloway. “The clock face has the name of the retailer,” Clarissa added. “Tiffany & Co., from New York. They’re very prestigious.”

      “Never heard of them,” said John.

      Clarissa smiled at him—a touch too readily, in Sarah’s opinion.

      Sarah raised her eyebrows as she occupied herself with something else. John and his taste for women were none of her concern.

      But how could her life turn so drastically from one day to the next? Yesterday at this time she was on a train headed to Calgary, imagining her life with a tender doctor on the prairies, imagining the possibly of bearing their children…She glanced away in humiliation.

      She still had Keenan to hope for, the only person left of her family. Did he even go by the same name, or had he changed it to protect himself?

      One thing at a time, she told herself. If she took one step at a time, it wouldn’t seem so overwhelming.

      Staring into the glass counter, Sarah gasped. “What an unusual watch.”

      “Which one?” asked John.

      “The slender gold one. The ladies’ pendant watch.”

      Clarissa squeezed behind the counter, brushing against John in the process. “Ah, yes. This came in this morning. I appraised and bought it myself, from a man I’m afraid wasn’t fully aware of its value. It’s truly a classic. Eighteen karat gold, from Geneva.”

      Sarah frowned. “What a shame about the crown.”

      “What?” said Clarissa, peering closer.

      “What’s a crown?” asked John.

      “The winder knob. It’s off-kilter. Let’s hope the movement inside isn’t beyond repair.”

      Clarissa colored and scooped the watch from the case. “It wasn’t like this when I appraised it.”

      “Hmm,” Sarah said softly. “Perhaps a switch was made when the seller got his money. It’s a common scam.”

      “How do you know all this?” John whispered.

      “My father was a clockmaker and owned a store for years in Halifax. He taught me.”

      He’d also taught Keenan. Not only had their father taught them clockwork, but gunsmithing. Most folks couldn’t afford to own a Colt or a Smith and Wesson; town clockmakers often doubled as gunsmiths to make everyday guns for local folks. But gunsmithing was something Sarah had buried in her past, and fervently wished Keenan had, as well.

      “That’s very impressive,” said a baritone voice behind them.

      A friendly and handsome balding man smiled at them as they turned around. John introduced the dashing man as Mr. Ashford. Twenty minutes later, Sarah happily left the store as their newly hired clerk. Working here, she’d have to contend with Clarissa, but seeing that she had no romantic interest in the surgeon, Sarah didn’t foresee a problem.

      She tucked the escaping strands of her hair beneath her bonnet. “Are you finished drooling over Clarissa?”

      “I was not drooling.”

      “Yes, you were. You were drooling all over each other. And I, for one, think you’d make a lovely couple.”

      It was a strange sensation, watching him flirt with another woman when only yesterday he was her intended. Try as she might, the prickly feeling wouldn’t leave.

      He shook his head. The sunlight caught his firm, black temples. “I’d never go within ten feet of Clarissa Ashford. Her former lover is doing serious jail time for larceny and theft. He used to own a sawmill in the Rockies, and she ran off with him when she couldn’t squeeze enough money out of his younger partner.”

      “Oh my goodness.” Were these the kinds of people she had to contend with in Calgary? “What are her folks like?”

      “They’re honest and hardworking, near as we can tell. You shouldn’t have trouble working there. There is one other jewelry shop you could try, but he just hired a new man.”

      “This one’s fine. They told me I can start tomorrow.”

      John came to a stop on the sunny boardwalk. The mist had lifted, leaving behind a blazing blue sky.

      For the first time in twenty-four hours, her future didn’t look so bleak. Maybe she’d do well in this town. She’d found work and a place to stay, and she’d find her brother, too.

      “You haven’t stopped for one minute since your arrival. Look how much you’ve accomplished today.” His smile was warm and true, and had a dazzling effect on her.

      Her guard went up. She stepped away from him as shoppers squeezed by on the boardwalk. Sarah could still see through him. She’d found a place to live and a place of employment, so he was free of her. He was off the coals.

      “Thanks for accompanying me. I’m sure your presence had something to do with Mr. Ashford hiring me. And now, I suppose you can rest your conscience.”

      Now that she was here, she was going to make the best of her situation. Maybe she’d give herself a time limit to find Keenan. The money the Mounties had collected would go a little way toward paying her boardinghouse, but if she couldn’t make ends meet with her new job, she’d have to pack up and go somewhere cheaper.

      She hadn’t worked at her father’s store for five years since she and her mother had sold it, and she wasn’t quite comfortable with everything at Ashford’s, but a little time and experience would polish her skills.

      John insisted on following her right to the front desk.

      “I can handle being on my own.”

      “But I’d like to see you to safety.”

      “Well, who do you think is going to walk me everyday to and from work? You won’t be around and it’ll be up to me anyway.”

      “Stop arguing with everything I say.”

      She groaned and kept walking. And groaned again as they entered the small doorway and encountered the two elderly women Sarah had met on the train. While Sarah had kept her personal business to herself for a thousand miles, she’d opened up to them halfway here, around Saskatoon. Sadly, it had been enough time to blab everything.

      “Hello, Mrs. Lott, Mrs. Thomas,” said Sarah.

      “Why, hello young lady,” said the thinner one, Mrs. Lott, with the kind wrinkled green eyes. “I see you’re here with your new groom-to-be.”

      Sarah introduced them to John, who’d never met them. The sisters had obviously heard of him, though. Being the town’s only surgeon, it was understandable.

      Sarah squirmed under the sisters’s scrutiny and John cleared his throat.

      Mrs. Thomas, the one with the head of completely white hair, turned to John. The older women both looked tiny and frail standing next to his bronzed body. “Sarah told us on the train that she’d been corresponding with a lovely young man. Imagine our surprise when she told us it was you, Dr. Calloway. Have you set the date?”

      Sarah swallowed hard and avoided looking at John. “There’s not going to be a wedding.”

      “Dear me,” said Mrs. Lott, clutching at her throat. “Why?”

      “There was a mix-up, it seems. Dr. Calloway wasn’t the…It wasn’t the doctor who…”

      John stepped in, removing his hat. “It was a miscommunication is what it was. I’m helping Sarah