The Surgeon's Love-Child. Lilian Darcy

north since before Christmas, when Dr Elphick retired. Quite a few people chose to postpone their operations, though, so you’ll be busy straight away.’

      ‘Yes, I was going to ask about all that. And about the other two hospitals I’m covering as well.’

      ‘Better talk to Terry. Is it all right if I pick you up at eight-thirty?’

      ‘I’ll be ready.’

      She watched as he opened the fridge and the pantry. He confirmed, ‘Yes, Linda’s been here.’

      ‘Should I know about Linda?’

      ‘Linda Gardner, our local ob. You’re sharing professional rooms with her. Terry arranged it. With luck you’ll meet her tomorrow. Looks like she’s decided you’ll have eggs for dinner. Unless you phone out for take-away.’

      ‘The phone’s connected, then?’ She was pleased to hear it.

      ‘Yep. Of course, you’ll want to ring home, won’t you?’

      Another odd word. Ring, instead of call. Quaint. Cute.

      ‘Um, where is it, I wonder? I can’t see it.’

      ‘Think I noticed it by the bed.’

      ‘Thanks. I won’t keep you.’

      ‘See you tomorrow, then.’

      Seconds later, he was loping down the steps at the side of the house to his car.

      Alone. Candace was alone, the way she had craved to be for months. Finding a plastic pitcher of iced water in the fridge, she poured herself a glass. Saw the eggs Steve had mentioned and decided that, yes, they’d be fine for her evening meal. If she lasted that long. The floor of the house was rocking up and down like the deck of a boat. Glass in hand, she went back through the French doors and onto the deck to watch the sea.

      Just me, with the ocean for company.

      It felt different to what she had expected. It was a happier, zestier feeling. She had more than half expected to zero right in on that comfortable-looking bed, covered in an intricately pieced patchwork quilt, and sob her eyes out.

      In fact, she’d actually planned to indulge in the painfully luxurious release of being able to cry for hours, as stormily as she wanted to, without the possibility of interruption.

      But, no, she didn’t want to cry now after all.

      Mom was the one who had suggested this whole thing. Mom, the redoubtable, loving Elaine West.

      ‘Couldn’t you go away, darling?’ she had said five months ago, when Candace had gone to her with the blind pain of a wounded animal, freshly ripped apart by the news of Brittany’s pregnancy.

      ‘I don’t know if I can stand it, Mom,’ she had gasped, barely able to speak. ‘She’s radiant, while he’s…oh…already shopping for cigars. Not literally, but—’

      ‘I know what you mean, Candy.’

      ‘They had prenatal testing and they already know it’s a boy. Suddenly it turns out that Todd has “always wanted a son”. To me, he spent years arguing that one child was enough. Expensive enough. Sacrifice enough. Career-threatening enough. For his sake, I gave away the bassinet and the baby clothes. I told myself he was right. That Maddy was enough. But, oh, I wanted another baby! And now—’

      ‘Couldn’t you go away?’ Elaine said.

      ‘Away?’

      ‘Some kind of professional fellowship or exchange. Or a temporary position. In Alaska, or somewhere.’

      ‘Alaska?’

      ‘You don’t need them on your doorstep, Candy.’ Her mother was the only person in the world who was ever permitted to call her Candy, and even then only at times, when she needed to feel six years old again, nourishing her soul with a mother’s wisdom. ‘You don’t need to run into Brittany at the gym—’

      ‘Ha! As if I still go to the gym!’

      Eighteen months ago, Todd had taken out a family membership, saying they both needed to get fitter. Brittany, aged twenty-five to Todd’s forty-four, taught aerobics there. Todd had quickly become very fit indeed. End of story. Candace felt personally insulted that the whole thing was such a cliché.

      ‘Or at the hospital.’

      ‘The hospital?’

      ‘Prenatal check-ups. Your OB/GYN has her practice in the hospital’s adjoining professional building, doesn’t she?’

      ‘Of course, you’re right. I know I’ll see her. Todd and I have a daughter together, remember? Occasionally we actually pass her back and forth at his place, instead of on safe, neutral terrain like school or the mall. Occasionally we even speak to each other.’ The words were hard with bitterness.

      ‘Maybe Maddy would like to get away, too?’ Elaine had suggested.

      But when Candace had remembered Terry Davis’s comment, at a recent international medical conference, that rural Australia was chronically short of medical specialists, and had teed up this temporary appointment, Maddy had elected to stay behind with her father.

      It hadn’t been in any sense a rejection of Candace. She knew that. It was about friends and routine, not about choosing one parent over the other, but it still hurt all the same.

      She’s growing up. I’ll miss her more than she misses me. But Mom was right. This was probably the best thing I could have done.

      After finishing her iced water, she found the phone by the bed. Called Maddy first. Heard Brittany’s perky voice, which quickly crystallised into glassy, high-pitched politeness when she realised who was on the other end of the line.

      Candace had a brief conversation with Maddy, then called her mother, who said ‘See!’ in a very satisfied voice when she heard about the beachfront cottage and the acres of sea and sky. ‘Have you explored?’

      ‘I haven’t even unpacked!’

      ‘Dr Davis met you on time?’

      ‘Uh, no, he had to delegate to a colleague, but it worked out fine.’

      And I managed to avoid mentioning Steve’s name, which I’m relieved about, and I know exactly why I didn’t want to mention it, which is unsettling me like anything…

      When Candace had put down the phone, she looked at the suitcases and the box, stuck her tongue out at them and said in her best new millennium teen-speak, ‘You think I’m gonna unpack you right now, when there’s that beach out there? Like, as if!’

      She walked the length of the beach twice, breathing the air and letting the cool water froth around her ankles. Then she unpacked, showered, made and ate scrambled eggs on toast, and conked out at seven in the evening in the big, comfortable bed with the sound of the sea in her ears.

      She fell asleep as suddenly as if someone had opened up a panel in her back and removed the batteries.

       CHAPTER TWO

      IT WAS the best night’s sleep Candace had had in months, and it lasted until almost five the next morning. This meant she had plenty of time to iron a skirt and blouse, have another shower and eat breakfast on the deck, watching the sun rise over the sea. She was ready for Steve Colton at eight-thirty.

      He was prompt, and if she’d had any sort of a theory overnight that yesterday’s intuitive sense of chemistry had been only a product of her jet-lagged disorientation, that theory was knocked on the head at once.

      The chemistry was still there, invisible, intangible, lighter than air, yet as real as a third person with them in the room. Neither of them acknowledged it in any way. They didn’t get close enough to touch. Any eye contact they