A Mother for His Baby. Leah Martyn

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.’

      ‘Right. I’m on my way.’

      Jo pushed back the pale blue curtain and greeted her patient, who was lying on the treatment couch. ‘Good morning, Nora. Ready for your op?’

      ‘As I’ll ever be, Doctor.’ Nora’s lashes around her pale blue eyes fluttered briefly.

      ‘Now, you haven’t got yourself all worked up, have you? We’ve been through a few of these together.’

      Nora’s throat convulsed as she swallowed. ‘Doesn’t make it any easier, though, Dr Rutherford.’

      ‘I know.’ Jo patted her shoulder. ‘So, we’ll get rid of this nasty little number for you and you can be on your way.’

      Jo double-checked her patient’s notes. Nora’s blood pressure was a touch low but otherwise she enjoyed reasonable health.

      ‘Right, let’s get started. Would you drape, please, Marika?’

      Gowned and gloved, Jo expertly drew up lignocaine and slowly began infiltrating the skin around the lesion. ‘This will pack quite a strong effect, Nora,’ she warned. ‘You’ll feel some numbing around your ear and lower jaw.’ While she waited for the local to take effect, Jo became aware of Nora’s sudden rapid breathing and felt a tinge of alarm. ‘Are you OK under there, Nora?’

      ‘I don’t think I am, Doctor. My tummy’s all queasy…’

      ‘Marika, get her feet up, please,’ Jo directed sharply.

      In a second Marika had slid several pillows under Nora’s lower legs and begun to sponge her face.

      ‘Your body is reacting to the anaesthetic, Nora,’ Jo said gently. ‘Did you eat breakfast?’

      ‘Just a cup of tea.’

      ‘Perhaps your blood sugar’s a bit low. Just take some deep breaths and try to relax. That’s good, sweetheart. There’s no hurry. We’ll wait until you’re feeling OK again.’

      Nora was still shaky when the procedure was finished. ‘Lie there for a while,’ Jo instructed, ‘and then Marika will help you sit up. But very slowly, mind. And dangle your legs over the side for a while until you’re feeling stronger. Now, is someone with you?’

      Nora clasped her thin hands across her chest. ‘My daughter’s outside in the waiting room.’

      ‘Good. I think we’ll get her to