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‘I’ll take you shopping,’ he offered, and before she could stop herself Anne told him not to talk with his mouth full.
He choked with laughter, and Beth banged him on the back until he got his breath back and caught her wrists, tugging her on to his lap.
‘Enough already!’ he said, still laughing. ‘You’ll break my ribs!’
She giggled, reached across the table and picked up her doughnut, quite content to stay on his lap.
Over her head, Anne met his eyes, and the depth of emotion in them brought a lump to her throat.
She sipped her coffee and stole another glance. They were so alike! Not just in looks, although to see them together there was no mistaking their relationship, but in personality too. Fun-loving, with an overdeveloped sense of the ridiculous, always quick to laugh and ready to forgive—without Beth to take his place, Anne wondered how much more she would have missed him in the last seven years.
She stood up and cleared her throat. ‘We ought to get on,’ she said. ‘It’s almost time to drop Beth at Jenny’s, and we have to be at the hospital soon.’
He left them then, and they had a last mad scramble round for satchel and reading book and gloves before they were ready to walk out of the door.
He was waiting for them, his breath misting on the cold air, lounging against his car in a thick leather jacket. Anne tugged her coat closer round her and forced a smile.
‘I’ll just drop Beth off with Jenny, and I’ll be with you.’
‘Hurry up, then, you’re on the drag,’ he pointed out needlessly.
She stifled her retort until she had delivered Beth safely across the road, fielded Jenny’s intense curiosity and installed herself in the front of Jake’s car beside him. Then she turned on him and pointed out with icy calm that it was he who had delayed them at breakfast, and if he hadn’t stolen a piece of her car he wouldn’t be obliged to give her a lift anyway!
He didn’t bother to reply, concentrating instead on guiding the car over the icy roads.
It was only when he had parked and she got out rather too fast that she realised the road was just a sheet of ice.
‘Are you all right?’ he asked as she picked herself up.
‘Fine. Do you mind if I don’t thank you for the lift?’
He stifled the grin hastily. ‘My pleasure,’ he replied easily, and, taking her arm, he led her to the gritted path.
Once there and safe, she snatched her arm away ungraciously and, head up, marched to the entrance without looking back.
He followed her, his footsteps scrunching on the grit. They parted company at the entrance to the wards, he to Gynae, she to Obstetrics.
‘Coffee later?’
‘I should be so lucky,’ she muttered.
He shrugged. ‘OK. I’ll see you.’
As it happened she did manage a coffee break, but, as luck would have it, so did Jake and they arrived together at the canteen.
‘Wonders will never cease,’ he said teasingly as he joined her in the queue. ‘Two coffees, please.’
He paid for hers, dismissing her protest, and picked up both cups, scanning the room.
‘Ah, there’s Maggie—let’s go and say hello.’
Anne was startled. ‘How do you know Maggie?’
‘Met her at Jo’s.’
Did everybody but her know about Jake coming? She looked across the room at her friend, and then blinked. She was sitting on an armless easy chair, but not alone. A tall, blond man with drop-dead good looks was sharing it with her, his arm possessively round her shoulders, and they both looked like they’d won the pools.
‘Hello, Maggie, nice to see you again,’ Jake was saying, and pulled up two chairs. ‘Is there a reason for the overcrowding?’ he asked mildly, his eyes twinkling.
Maggie laughed, her soft pansy-blue eyes filled with happiness.
‘We happen to like it,’ her companion said with a wicked grin, and stuck out his hand. ‘Ben Bradshaw, A and E.’
‘Jake Hunter … I’m covering for Jo Harding—sorry, Carter. I’ve known her a long time; it’ll take me a while to get used to the change. Jo and Annie and I go back—oh, eleven years?’
Annie nodded. ‘Something like that.’ She eyed Maggie and Ben suspiciously, but she had no intention of asking what she wanted to ask in public. The last time she’d seen Maggie, she’d been breaking her heart because Ben was getting married—in fact, he should have done so last Saturday, so why was Maggie sitting so close to him now that she was getting pressure sores?
Then she saw the ring.
‘Catching flies?’ Jake murmured, but she ignored him.
‘Would someone care to tell me what’s going on?’ she asked.
Maggie tried to hide her smile. ‘Fancy coming to a wedding on Saturday week?’
‘But I thought …’
The smile broke out regardless. ‘So did I, but I was wrong.’
Annie shook her head. ‘Would you run that by me again?’ she said plaintively.
Maggie laughed delightedly. ‘You know I overheard Ben and Jan planning a wedding?’
‘Yes?’
‘Jan’s his stepsister. She got married on Saturday.’
‘But not to Ben?’
Maggie shook her head.
‘So the ship’s rat’s not a rat at all?’
‘Ship’s rat?’ Ben said indignantly.
Anne blushed. ‘Sorry, just a figure of speech—Jo’s, actually.’
Jake laughed. ‘I’m not sure I quite understand what’s going on, but do I take it that congratulations are in order?’
Ben chuckled. ‘Yes, thank God. I never want to go through a time like that again. It took me five minutes to fall for her, and then another five weeks to persuade her to marry me—that’s when I could finally get her to listen.’
Jake gave a wry snort of amusement. ‘Is that all? You want to try courting Annie—after eleven years she still won’t marry me, even though she knows how wonderfully easy I am to live with,’ he said mournfully.
‘You jest!’ Anne retorted.
Maggie was wide-eyed. ‘You lived with him?’ she said incredulously.
‘Not precisely,’ Anne mumbled.
‘Yes, you did—precisely. You just wouldn’t marry me.’
She glared at Jake, and he shrugged and smiled.
Ben shook his head. ‘Must be something wrong with your technique, old man.’
‘After all the practice he got in? No chance,’ Anne said drily, and then blushed furiously at the others’ laughter.
She was rescued by the sudden bleeping of her pager.
‘Saved by the bell,’ Jake said with another chuckle, and, with a mumbled excuse, she fled.
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_3f9f7112-6d34-50f5-ad44-fd3b9109ebe5)
‘ROSS HAMILTON’S wife Lizzi has just been admitted in early labour,’ Sister told Anne as she arrived on the ward in answer to her summons. ‘I’ve put her in the first single, next to my office. I wonder if you could clerk her for me, Anne?’
‘Sure.’
She tapped on the door of the little room and entered, smiling a welcome to the slender but extremely pregnant woman perched on the bed.
‘Hello, there. I’m Anne Gabriel, Alex Carter’s SHO. I’ve just come to check you in.’
Lizzi smiled. ‘Check away.’
‘OK.’ Anne ran through the list of questions, receiving prompt, precise and intelligent answers.
‘You’ve done this before,’ she accused with a laugh.
‘Several times—I was a ward sister until maternity claimed me. That’s how I met Ross.’
Recognition dawned. ‘You were the ones with the cartoons—sorry, perhaps I shouldn’t mention them.’
Lizzi laughed. ‘They were only meant in fun. We collected them all and Ross had them framed for his study at home.’
Anne nodded as it came back. Apparently there had been a long series of hilarious cartoons following their budding romance, pinned on the bulletin board in the canteen, and by all accounts some of them had been pretty close to the knuckle. ‘It was his registrar, wasn’t it?’
‘That’s right—he’s now doing freelance cartoons for medical magazines, and earning a fortune, so he tells us. Never mind, we’ll get our own back on him—he’s doing Ross’s list this afternoon!’
Anne laughed.
‘Right, let’s have a look at you and see how you’re doing—have you had an internal yet?’
‘No, we’ve only just arrived.’
Behind them the door opened and closed, and Anne glanced over her shoulder. A tall, good-looking man had come in, dressed in typical consultant’s uniform of grey suit and sober tie, but most remarkable for the shock of prematurely silver hair above his lively grey-green eyes.
‘I’ve sorted Mitch out for this afternoon. How’re you doing?’ he asked his wife, the soft Scots accent adding a gentle lilt to his concern.
‘OK. This is Dr Gabriel—I think she’s just going to do an internal. Are you staying or going?’
He laughed. ‘Staying. I’m too old to shock!’
‘Poor old man—what it is to be nearly forty,’ Lizzi teased gently.
Anne hung the chart back on the end of the bed and smiled. ‘OK, how frequent are the contractions?’
‘Every twenty minutes or so? I had one just before you came in.’
‘Still widely spaced, then. How about your waters? Have they broken yet?’
Lizzi spluttered and tried to hide her laughter.
Ross heaved a great sigh. ‘I really think she hates my car. The first time she clapped eyes on it she rammed it in the side, and now this, the final indignity!’
Lizzi pretended to be wounded. ‘I think your car hates me,’ she countered. ‘Every time I go near it it causes a row. Actually,’ she told Anne with a twinkle, ‘I think it’s jealous of me.’
Ross snorted. ‘I’m going to sell the damn thing and buy a Land Rover, I think. It’s the only vehicle tough enough to withstand Lizzi’s attention!’
Anne laughed, and turned back to Lizzi. ‘Perhaps you could slip out of your clothes and put on a gown while I go and find a midwife, and then we’ll give you a thorough check and see how you’re getting on.’
She pulled a face. ‘Do I have to wear a gown?’
‘No, I don’t suppose so. Do you have an alternative in mind?’
‘I brought one of Ross’s old shirts—Jo said something about the birthing-room, and I was hoping …’
‘OK, that’s fine. You can do whatever you want. This is your labour, after all. Just pop it on so we can have a look at you, and then you can have a shower. I’ll just go and find your notes.’
She left them with a smile, and went back to the nursing station.
Opening the notes, she flicked through them, and groaned.
Under pelvic assessment, Jo had written, ‘Possible disproportion—induce 40/40 latest, trial of labour—?android pelvis.’
So Jo had been worried enough not to want her to go past term, and by the sound of it she wasn’t confident that Lizzi would deliver normally.
She decided to call Jake—at least in his posh New York practice he would have had plenty of experience with Caesarean sections!
She picked up the phone, called the switchboard and asked them to page Mr Hunter. Seconds later she heard the sound of a bleep on the ward, and Jake appeared at her side.
