New York Doc, Thailand Proposal / The Surgeon's Baby Bombshell. Dianne Drake

what you were doing on a roof?” Layla found the antiseptic and scrubbed the child’s wound, then dressed it with a bandage.

      “Not unless you want to hear all about Chauncy.”

      “Ah, yes, my mysterious bed partner. So, why were you up on the roof with this Chauncy?”

      “He got stuck. I had to help him down.” Arlo dug into his cargo pockets and pulled out a sweet for the child, said something to him again, then sent the boy on his way, holding onto his sweet like it was the best prize in the world.

      “Do children often come here alone?” Layla asked.

      “The children here mature at an early age. Chanchai, the little boy who was just here, scratched his arm bringing in fishing nets.”

      “But he’s only—”

      “I know. By your standards you see a very young child. But by the standards here, he’s a contributing member of the village and he has an important job. The twenty or thirty bahts here might only be a dollar or less in your currency, but that money goes to help support his family, making Chanchai’s contribution very important.”

      “He’s veryresilient.”

      “All the people here are. They work hard for their families, and even the young ones know to come to me if they’re hurt, or not feeling well. Of course, it’s easy to persuade them when they know you carry sweets in your pockets.” He smiled. “Which isn’t so different from anywhere, is it? I remember you during your pediatric rotation always stocking up candy for the children, even though your attending physician frowned on it.”

      “Because my doctor did that when I was a child. It made the whole medical experience less frightening.”

      Arlo chuckled. “Remember that one little boy who’d follow you up and down the hall in his wheelchair, never saying a word but always giving you that sad look when you gave a sweet to another child?”

      “Geordie. I haven’t thought of him in years. He did manage to finagle his fair share, didn’t he?”

      “Because you were a pushover when it came to children. It surprised me that you went into general surgery and not pediatrics. You were so good with the kids.”

      “Pediatrics broke my heart too often. I—um—To be an effective doctor I needed to be more detached.”

      For someone who tried so hard to be stone-hearted, he’d seen through the façade to a very soft, caring woman. It had shone in Layla’s face every time she’d looked at one of her pediatric patients. She couldn’t hide it—at least, not from him. “Well, you would have been good at it, and you will get your fair share of children to treat here.”

      “Hope I’m up to it better than you were up to your climb on the roof with Chauncy. Who is?”

      Arlo put the antiseptic and bandages back in the cabinet, looked out the window and spun around to face her.

      “He’s actually just come home. Want to come meet him?”

      He waved at Samron, an aged widow who spent several hours each day in Happy Hospital, cleaning, doing laundry, serving meals and other jobs that gave her something to keep her busy. She was also the self-appointed receptionist who greeted patients when they came in.

      “I’ll be across the street if you need me,” he said to her.

      Yes,” she answered, smiling. “With pretty lady doc. Your wife?”

      Arlo chuckled, then explained to Layla. “They all want me to settle down, get married, start a family. I’m usually on the receiving end of a fix-up at least twice a month. Somebody’s sister, or cousin, or daughter.”

      “Sounds like they care about you.”

      “Maybe a little too much.” He smiled at Samron and shook his head. “Not wife. New lady doc. Doc Layla.”

      Samron nodded, but her smile told the story, and it was all about Arlo and Layla, together. “Doc Layla,” she repeated, then pressed the palms of her hands together in a prayer-like fashion, bent her head ever so slightly and said, “Wai,” a customary Thai greeting.

      Layla did the same, then followed Arlo into the road. “She seems very nice,” she said.

      “And very helpful. She also volunteers at the school. And on the weekends she spends time with new mothers in the village, helping them with their babies. She’s a very respected person here.”

      “Respect is important,” Layla said. “Too many people have forgotten what it is.”

      “Well, it’s not like that here. If you earn respect, you’re given respect.” Arlo entered his hut and went straight to the curtain separating the room into two. Then pulled it back to reveal

      “What is that?” Layla asked, her eyes wide open.

      “This is Chauncy, my civet cat. We co-habit.”

      “A civet cat is?”

      “Something like a cat, only a little larger with a face kind of like a big rat. They’re nocturnal so they have really glowy eyes.”

      “And your civet cat got stuck up on the roof and when you went to get him you fell through? Couldn’t he have come down himself? I’m assuming civet cats can climb. You know, the law of jungle survival and all that.”

      “They can, but Chauncy’s not good at it. He had a broken leg when I found him, and it healed leaving him lame. So he can climb up pretty well, but getting down is the problem.”

      “And now he’s your house cat?”

      “Pretty much.” Arlo smiled. “You’ll get used to him.”

      Layla took a couple steps closer, then stared down at the creature who didn’t resemble a cat, curled up on the cot she would use. “He’s clean, I suppose,” she said, bending down to pet him. “And he doesn’t bite?”

      “Very clean. He doesn’t really wander out in the jungle anymore. He’s pretty domesticated, and since the people here all know him, they feed him, which makes him too fat, which also makes him lazy. And, no, he doesn’t bite. Also, his scent gland was removed since he had to be domesticated for his survival, so you’re safe there as well.”

      She bent to pet Chauncy, who raised his head long enough to decide she was no threat, then immediately went back to sleep. “He’sbeautiful,” she said, speaking in a whisper so she didn’t disturb him.

      “I recall you liked cats.” Arlo had been concerned that living with a wild animal might cause Layla problems since she was strictly big city but watching her relate to Chauncy gave him a whole new appreciation for her. In fact, he admired the way she simply accepted the fact that she’d be curling up with a jungle creature. That wasn’t the Layla he remembered. She’d beenhighly strung.

      “Cats, dogs, civet cats. All God’s creatures, Arlo. Just didn’t expect to be sleeping with one. But when you’re in the jungle I suppose you sleep with the civet cats when you must.” She tiptoed away from Chauncy then moved to the opposite side of the cottage. “Just no snakes,” she said. “They’re free to roam around all they want outside the hut, but not inside, please.”

      Arlo laughed. He’d always liked her practicality. When other female med students had been trying to attract him by flirting or making offers that hadn’t interested him, Layla had been the one who hadn’t noticed him. Which had made him want her to.

      And he’d worked hard to get her attention, finding out afterward, when they were together, that’s what she’d wanted all along. But she’d been so inexperienced—not shy, though—as much as reserved. Like she had been testing the water and he had been the water. But it had been cute watching her find her way in their relationship. Even after that night with the popcorn, there had been so many things she hadn’t known. Things he’d delighted in showing her. Simple things like hiking in the woods. Complicated