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Just a Family Doctor
Caroline Anderson
THE MAN BEHIND THE DOCWhen Mark Jarvis arrives at Audley Memorial Hospital as a paediatric Senior House Officer, Nurse Allie Baker's heart skips a beat. Allie’s been in love with Mark for years, and now they’re finally in the same place emotionally she’s going to make the most of being able to declare her love publicly! Allie experiences the best moment of her life when Mark proposes, but it’s quickly followed by an earth-shattering bump when she learns that Mark wants to become a GP. Allie watched her parents struggle continually with the pressures of her father's general practice, and she’s vowed she’ll never have that life. Allie can’t ask Mark to give up his vocation, but is she really going to give up the man she loves just because hewants to be a family doctor…?THE AUDLEY—where love is the best medicine of all…
Just a
Family Doctor
Caroline Anderson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u187deed8-6285-53fd-864d-bb00dc61adf8)
Title Page (#u8049c685-5058-521d-b558-c761d91081e3)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#uca5bf3dd-256e-5c22-a918-08b799ae0279)
ALLIE heard a soft footfall behind her. There you are,’ she said. ‘I thought you were never coming. Anna, we’re going to have to get this rota sorted out—I need the weekend of the—ah!’
Her hands flew up and grasped the fingers covering her eyes—firm, masculine fingers, strong and unyielding and attached to someone with a sexy chuckle and a wicked sense of humour.
‘Guess who?’ a voice said, and she stopped struggling instantly, all her senses leaping to attention. The voice sounded strangely familiar. It couldn’t be—could it?
‘Mark?’ she said incredulously, and the hands fell away, releasing her.
‘Damn. You guessed.’
She leapt up and spun round, and laughter bubbled up inside her. ‘It is you!’ she exclaimed, and found herself wrapped in a huge hug. She indulged herself for a moment, then pushed away, looking up at him with laughing eyes, scanning his face in delight. ‘You sneaky rat! And how did you know where I was—did my mother tell you?’
The answering smile was swift and wide, lighting his gorgeous grey eyes and crinkling them at the corners. He looked good enough to eat, but then he always had. ‘I’m afraid so,’ he confessed.
‘So, what are you doing here?’ she asked in amazement.
‘I’ve come to say happy birthday,’ he said with a grin.
‘What—all the way from London?’
He chuckled. ‘No. Actually, all the way from Andrew Barrett’s clinic. I’m working here—doing a paediatric rotation. I started today.’
‘Really? That’s amazing, we’ll be working together! Oh, Mark, that’s wonderful! I haven’t seen you for such a long time—’
‘Five years.’
‘Is it really?’ she said in amazement. ‘I suppose it must be—I was nearly eighteen, and I’m twenty-three today. Oh, Mark, it’s really good to see you again. We ought to catch up—lunch? Oh, damn, no, I can’t do lunch, I’m meeting my housemates for a drink. You could come?’ she suggested doubtfully.
‘I’d rather have you to myself—it’s difficult to catch up in a crowd. How about tonight? Are you going out?’
‘No—I’m not. Beth and Lucy were both busy tonight—that’s why we’re having lunch.’
‘No hot date?’
‘No date at all, hot or otherwise,’ she said with a wry chuckle. ‘Tonight would be lovely.’
‘Where do you live?’
‘Just behind the hospital in a little terraced house. Where are you?’
‘I’ve got a room in the hospital—one of those ghastly things like university halls. It could be worse, I suppose. It’s got an en suite shower room and trees outside the window, but it’s pretty grim.’
‘You ought to get a flat.’
‘I’m hoping to buy a house—I just need time to look. I’ve got my next job lined up in the same area, so I thought I’d buy now. Why not? The sooner the better, frankly, after last night. Talk about rowdy.’
‘You’re getting too old,’ she teased, and he laughed.
‘Tell me about it.’ He glanced at his watch and sighed. ‘Listen, I have to fly. I just wangled ten minutes and I’ve already been gone fifteen. How about meeting me at seven at the back entrance by the accommodation block?’
‘Sure. I’ll look forward to it. Where are we going?’
He shrugged. ‘Search me. I only arrived in this town last night. You choose—I’ll do as I’m told.’
‘OK. See you later.’
‘Sure.’
He waggled his fingers, whipped the door open and strode down the ward, leaving her staring after him with a daft smile on her face.
‘Who was that?’
She looked at Anna, watching Mark’s retreat with undisguised curiosity, and laughed. ‘An old friend. Mark Jarvis—he’s doing a paeds rotation. He just came to say happy birthday.’
‘It’s your birthday?’
‘Yup—and I get to do Darren’s colostomy pouch, just to celebrate. Want to help?’
Anna laughed. ‘I’ll come and cheerlead. So, tell me how you know that gorgeous hunk, you lucky girl!’
She shrugged. ‘He stayed with us five years ago and spent a couple of weeks with my father while he was doing his clinical-GP work experience.’
‘So you don’t know anything else about him? Like if he’s married or whatever?’
Was Anna really interested in him? Good heavens! What a thought—and a strangely disturbing one, at that …
‘I don’t know anything about him any more,’ she said, and realised that it was utterly true. She knew nothing, other than that he’d been a charming and delightful house guest, her mother had adored him, her father had thought he was excellent doctor material, and she—well, the less she thought about that, the longer her sanity might remain intact!
‘I’ll have to get my sleuths out,’ Anna mused. ‘Unless you want the first option on him?’
Allie laughed. ‘I don’t think so. I don’t think he’s interested—not like that. He certainly wasn’t then.’
The thought was curiously disappointing.
Mark strode along the corridor towards A&E, whistling softly under his breath and conscious of the smile that lingered round his eyes. Allie Baker, all grown up and even more gorgeous. Whoever would have thought it?
He wondered idly if she was involved with anyone at the moment. Her mother hadn’t been specific, and he hadn’t liked to ask her. Still, she didn’t have a date tonight, so maybe that was hopeful.
He turned the corner, pushed the door out of the way and headed for the work station in the centre of the busy A&E department.
‘Hi, I’m Mark Jarvis, paediatric SHO. I believe you wanted me?’
The nurse looked up and smiled. ‘Oh, hi. Yes, we’ve got a youngster with a classic appendix. Can you admit her and let the surgical team know?’
He gave a wry grin. ‘I can try. I’ve only just joined the department this morning. I’m not much of a paediatrician yet, I’m afraid, and as for the hospital routine—!’
She slid off her stool and returned the grin. ‘Come on, I’ll talk you through it.’
It was simple enough, once he’d learned the way things were done at the Audley Memorial. Not so very different from any of the other hospitals he’d been at recently while he’d worked his way through his house years. Surgery first, mainly, then a host of other short rotations, covering all the various aspects of medicine that would be useful to him when he did his training as a GP registrar in a few months’ time.
Of course it would have been quicker if he’d known straight away what branch he wanted to specialise in, but he’d been all round the houses before he’d finally made up his mind that general practice and not surgery was the job for him, and he supposed it was all useful experience.
However, the fragmented, nomadic lifestyle dictated by the last few years was very unsettling. It would be wonderful, he thought with an inward sigh, to settle down in one place and learn a routine that was going to last him longer than three or six months!
The nurse was right, it was a classic appendix, and he admitted the child to the ward pending her operation, and went back up to find that Allie was nowhere in sight and the redhead in the sister’s uniform was giving him considering looks. Those kind of looks. Oops. He hoped she wasn’t going to be a problem, because he and Allie had unfinished business.
Well, he did, at any rate. The same might not be true of Allie, of course. The first thing he had to do was find out if she was seeing someone. Anything was possible, even if she didn’t have a date on her birthday—
‘Hi, I’m Anna Long, and you’re Dr Jarvis. We haven’t met. How are you getting on?’ the Sister asked him with a direct and challenging smile.
‘Fine—another routine to learn, but I expect I’ll cope. I’m Mark, by the way.’
Anna smiled again, and he looked around. ‘Is the girl from A&E with appendicitis here yet?’
‘On her way. Allie’s just getting her bed ready with another nurse.’ She shot him a sidelong glance. ‘I gather you and Allie know each other?’
He nodded, wondering what was behind those innocent eyes. Maybe nothing. ‘Yes. I stayed with her parents for a couple of weeks several years ago. I haven’t seen her since. Lots of catching up to do.’
Anna nodded, and he wondered if he was flattering himself or if that was something akin to disappointment that flickered in her eyes. Probably his imagination.
The child with appendicitis arrived, and he did all her paperwork and talked to her parents, and the surgical registrar arrived and checked her over and told them she’d be going up to Theatre in a little while.
Mark ordered a top-up of pain relief should it be necessary, and then as he was about to leave her bedside he caught a flash of pale gold hair as Allie bustled past. He excused himself and followed her.
‘Allie.’
She jumped and turned round, hand on heart. ‘You frightened the life out of me!’ she said with a laugh. ‘How’s our new patient?’
‘Fine. Well, she’s not fine, but she will be. She’s off to Theatre soon. I’ve done all the paperwork. I have to see a young lad with a colostomy—Darren someone?’
‘Forsey. He’s in the single room here. Can you manage?’
He laughed softly. ‘I expect so. Are you busy?’
She nodded, then glanced at her watch. ‘I’m always busy. I have to fly—I’ve got loads to do. I’ll see you at seven if not before.’
‘OK.’ He watched her go, watched the sway of her hips that even the hopelessly unflattering uniform couldn’t render sexless, and felt the tug of an old and familiar desire. Seven o’clock seemed a long time away …
She must be crazy. If only they’d been able to manage lunch it wouldn’t have seemed so much like a date, but she’d promised to meet Lucy and Beth, her housemates, because they were on duty until late tonight and then Lucy had a meeting, and they’d wanted to celebrate her birthday.
Lunch would have been so much better. He just wanted a chat, and now she’d booked a table at a little bistro round the corner, and she was having serious doubts over whether it was too smart or if he’d just meant some pub for a quick drink and a packet of crisps!
Oh, well, she’d go halves. It didn’t matter, she had nothing else to spend her money on and it would be nice to go out for dinner for a change. If only she didn’t have this little fizzle in the pit of her stomach. She hoped she wasn’t going down with something, but she did feel strange.
Excited, almost—
She stabbed her eye with the mascara wand and growled at herself. Excited? He wasn’t interested in her—and she wasn’t interested in him any longer—was she?
Black tears streamed down her cheek, and she blotted and patched and gave up. It was dark outside, and the light in the bistro was pretty lousy. He wouldn’t even notice, and it didn’t matter if he did.
She slipped into her coat and shoes, pocketed her house keys and went out into the crisply chilly night. It was just a short walk over to the hospital, and it was well lit, but it still gave her the creeps. You never knew when a weirdo would be hanging around, and they found out where the nurses lived and put pressure on them for drugs and needles and so on.
It could be dangerous, but that was one of the hazards of living outside the hospital, and she’d had her fill of institutional living. She crossed the road, went through the gate past Security and reached the door just as Mark emerged.
‘Perfect timing,’ she said brightly, and wondered if her heart was going to crash against her ribs every time she clapped eyes on him, or only for the first few days—or weeks—or months!
Darn it. That fizzle was back!
