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CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_64852328-96ef-542f-a54d-f7e588694fc5)
KIEFER SPENT SOME of the late hours of his evening contemplating the curiosity of life. Who would have thought he would ever meet the leprechaun again and, even more amazing, be working with her. Life took funny twists. More than once as they’d stored supplies he’d thought about their kiss. Had that just been a onetime incredible kiss or would all hers be like that, causing that instant fire of desire? He’d like to find out but something about the all-business Ashley Marsh had said that wasn’t going to happen. What a shame.
He arrived at the clinic the next morning a couple of hours before opening time. A group of young men stood across the street even at that early hour. A ripple of alarm went through him and his gut tightened.
Was Marko trying it again?
Stepping out of the truck, he used his key fob to lock it and walked toward the front of the building. The roar of a car going too fast filled the air. By the time he had reached the door the men had started across the pavement.
Surely these guys were just trying to intimidate him. Since the day he’d seen his mother beaten by the homeless man she’d brought home for a meal, he’d been on guard where people were concerned. He was a realist. Some people were bad by nature. Defenseless he wasn’t anymore and he’d sworn a long time ago that he would never again watch another person be hurt.
Trash had been dumped in front of the door. Kiefer stepped in it to knock on the clinic door, all the time aware of the approaching group. His entire body was on alert as he formulated a plan if they attacked him. He vowed to get his own key today.
“Hey, you looking for Ashley?” the guy who led the men asked.
Kiefer slowly turned. “Yes.”
“You’ll need to go around back. The door to her place is there.”
Was the guy kidding him? Kiefer counted heads. Four to one. He wasn’t going to put himself into a position of being jumped. Before he had to make a decision about how to handle the situation, the door opened.
“Good morning, Dr. Bradford,” Ashley said with a smile. She was already dressed for the day in a pantsuit, giving her a professional and approachable air at the same time. He recognized this persona from TV. The one where she was determined to get what she wanted.
“Mornin’.”
She looked around him. “Hi, guys. Everything’s okay. Dr. Bradford is going to be the clinic doctor. It opens today.”
One of the guys said, “Okay, we were just makin’ sure you’re okay. Marko is spreading the word that he’s pissed about what you’re doing around here. We’ll get that trash cleaned up for you, Miss Ashley.” The guy dipped his head respectfully.
“Thanks, Wayne. I appreciate that.”
Kiefer shook his head as if confused. Then, indicating the garbage, he said, “Why do you put up with this?”
“Because this is my home. I’m not leaving it because someone doesn’t like me.”
She was a gutsy lady, Kiefer would give her that. Most of the women her age he knew were always looking out for themselves. How they could financially better their situation. Like Brittney. She’d certainly done a number on him. It had turned out she’d married him because he was a doctor and would be able to give her a good life. When she’d found out Josh’s bank account was even larger she’d moved on to him. Now Kiefer had no use for women other than a casual night out and a few laughs. He couldn’t trust one not to use him. As far as he could tell, they all wanted the same thing. What they could get for themselves.
“Come on in.” Ashley opened the door wide. “We need to get ready. Patients should be here soon.”
“Those guys said you live in the back.” Kiefer followed her in.
“That isn’t exactly right. The entrance to my place is there. I actually live upstairs.”
“You don’t mind living above the clinic?”
“It’s my building and my idea. The people around here needed a place to come for medical care and I had the space.”
Kiefer was impressed. She really was committed to seeing her ideas work, even to the point of financing them. Outside of his mother, few people he knew were that devoted to anyone other than themselves. How much Ashley reminded him of his mother made him feel uncomfortable. Did all her work to better the world leave Ashley with any room for anything more in her life? Did she have a boyfriend? Want children? Something to care about besides her political agenda?
That wasn’t his concern. He believed in helping people. His mother had instilled that in him, but he was still aware that some people would take advantage of you. His impression was that Ashley Marsh hadn’t learned that lesson yet.
She was saying, “I’m sorry I’m not going to be much help today. I have a speech to give this morning, a committee meeting with the local businesses and then a council meeting tonight.”
“I didn’t expect you to spend the day with me. I can handle the clinic. That’s why I was given the job.”
“I’d hoped to be here but these meetings were already on the calendar and couldn’t be moved. I just thought I could help smooth things over with the community. My neighbors can be mistrusting until they get to know you.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll have a nurse to assist me, won’t I?”
“Yes. Margaret will be here soon. She was also born and raised in Southriver. She’ll be a great help. Well, I’ve got to get ready for my day.”
Ashley left him and he started working on arranging the supplies they’d not got to the night before. Forty-five minutes later the buzzer sounded and he went to the main door. He checked out the window. After last night he wouldn’t take any chances that Marko or his gang would catch him off guard. A dark-skinned, silver-haired, heavyset woman dressed in purple scrubs stood there. He unlocked the door and opened it.
“I’m guessing you’re Dr. Bradford,” she said before Kiefer had a chance to speak. “I’m Margaret Nettles. I’ll be your nurse.”
“Nice to meet you, Margaret. I’m sure I’ll be glad of your help.”
She looked around the waiting room. “Ms. Ashley has high hopes for this clinic and I agreed to help because she’s such a fine person, but I don’t know that it’s going to work out. I’ll do my part and help you do yours. Now, can you direct me to where I can put my purse? We need to get started. You already have a couple of patients waiting outside.”
“I didn’t see anyone.”
“You wouldn’t. They didn’t come across the street until they saw me. They’ll be along in a minute.”
He glanced out the door. “But we don’t open for another hour.”
“That may be so but they’ll be here nonetheless.”
Margaret was correct. He closed the door and showed her to the office. She’d just locked her purse in the desk when the buzzer sounded.
“I’ll see to that,” Margaret announced.
“I only have the one exam room set up. I thought we’d have time to work on the other two between patients.”
“I doubt that’ll happen. Despite some in the neighborhood being against this clinic, the people around here need it. They’ll come until they’re scared away. I’ll put your first patient in the exam room.” With that she walked heavily down the hall.
What had he got himself into?
A boy of about three was his first patient. The mother didn’t look much older than eighteen. Much too young to have a child. Her hair was pulled back, which added to her look of youth. The little boy was clean but his clothes were well-worn and a little small on his chubby body.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Bradford. What’s the problem today?”
“Mikey has a bad cold.”
Kiefer could see that clearly. The child had a horribly running nose and a wet cough. Kiefer went down on his heels. “Mikey, I need to listen to your chest for a minute. This won’t hurt.”
He placed the stethoscope on the boy’s chest. His heartbeat was steady but his lungs made a raspy sound. After that Kiefer checked Mikey’s mouth and ears. Both were red and irritated.
Kiefer looked at the mother. “Mikey’s going to need antibiotics for ten days. Then I want you to come back.”
The girl’s face took on a troubled look.
Kiefer stood. “Mikey should be just fine.”
“Is there something else you can do for him?”
“The medicine should fix him right up.” Kiefer looped the stethoscope around his neck.
“I can’t get the medicine,” the mother said softly.
“Raeshell.” Ashley spoke to the mother from the open door. “I’m on my way to the drugstore right now. Dr. Bradford can write that prescription and we’ll have it filled.”
How long had Ashley been standing there? Was she checking on him?
It dawned on Kiefer that the girl couldn’t pay for the medicine. “I’ll do that right away.” He stepped out into the hall.
He would make some calls when he had a chance and see about getting a few drug companies to help out. A couple of drug reps owed him favors. He’d be calling them in.
Kiefer pulled the pad out of his pocket and wrote the prescription. He then removed his wallet and took out some bills. He handed them to Ashley. “This should cover it.”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered.
“If I don’t, you will. You can’t pay for everyone that comes through here. We’re going to have to get some help in this area.”
“I hadn’t given much thought to people’s inability to pay.” She shoved the money into her pocket.
“Well, it’s time to do that.”
“I’ll be back in a few hours. Maybe you’ll have a few minutes for us to discuss it then,” Ashley said.
“I have some ideas of my own that I’ll work on as well.” Returning to the room, he told the mother, “Ms. Marsh is waiting outside to drive you to the store. Don’t worry about the cost. It’s taken care of. I’ll see you and Mikey back here in ten days. You make sure he takes all of the medicine. It doesn’t work if you don’t.”
“Thank you, Dr. Bradford,” Raeshell said meekly.
“You’re welcome. Bring Mikey back if he gets worse.”
“I will.” The girl gathered her child close and left.
* * *
By noon he almost regretted his words to Ashley earlier. He hadn’t stopped once. There was a constant stream of patients, each with varying degrees of need but none that he couldn’t handle. His worries about being bored were long gone.
Already Margaret was proving to be a treasure. She knew the people who came in and put them at ease. Maria, his receptionist, showed up around nine. By then Kiefer had already seen eight patients. Margaret handled telling Maria what to do, leaving him to see a waiting patient. If every day was anything like this one, working in the ER would look like spending a day at the beach.
Around two o’clock Ashley stopped in again. This time she was wearing a simple dress and sweater. She looked refreshing on a hot day. “How’re things going?”
“Busy.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I was afraid Marko might bully people into staying away.”
Kiefer looked at the notes he’d made on his last patient. He was going to have to start a charting system. “I don’t understand why he wouldn’t want a clinic here. The police, yes, but the clinic, no.”
“It’s all about power and control. He’s afraid I’m taking it away.”
“Doesn’t his family live in the area? Need medical service on occasion?”
Ashley brushed her hand over her skirt. “Sure they do, but he doesn’t care. Look, I’ve got to go. I have that community meeting. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“Afraid I’m going to up and leave, Alderman?” He gave her a pointed look.
“I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind.”
“Rest assured, I’ll be here when you come back.” He wouldn’t be got rid of that easily.
* * *
It was late that evening when Ashley opened another supply box and searched the contents. Having no idea what they were, she left the box for Kiefer to see to. Her afternoon meeting hadn’t gone as well as she’d hoped. The businessmen were worried about retaliation if they participated in the block party she had planned to celebrate the opening of the clinic. They had complained about the cost as well. In her opinion, the neighborhood needed to come together, start acting as one, if they were ever going to make a real difference. She wanted it so badly and couldn’t figure out why the community leaders didn’t.
Her evening council meeting had gone better. At least she’d had the good news that the clinic was up and running. It had been dark by the time she’d returned home. She’d changed clothes once again and had come down to the clinic to start arranging supplies.
Kiefer was behind the nineteen-forties metal desk in the closet-sized office, dictating into his phone, when she went by. He hadn’t even looked up. She’d been impressed with his treatment of Raeshell and Mikey, especially when he’d offered to pay for the medicine. Despite his impulsive behavior at the party, he seemed to be a stand-up guy since he had already put in a full day and was now doing extra hours. She’d been disappointed that he’d not stayed later the night before to finish up organizing the supplies, but he’d more than done his share today.
A few minutes later he joined her in the supply room. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she returned.
“It’s been some day.”
“It always is in Southriver.” She opened another box.
“That would be a great slogan for your Welcome to Southriver signs,” he said.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
An hour later they passed each other in the hallway, she on the way to the reception area and he coming from the office. They bumped into each other and she fumbled to keep the box she carried from falling. Already aware he was a big guy, being this near him only emphasized the fact. His hands covered hers, helping her to balance the box again. He looked at her mouth. Was he going to take advantage of the situation and kiss her again? Her nerve ends danced. Something in her wanted him to, while her mind stated clearly that it was a bad idea. He was a stranger and she had no business letting him that close. She was glad for the space when he stepped back.
He said casually, “I don’t know about you but I missed lunch and dinner today. Would you join me for a pizza? I’ll have it delivered so we don’t have to stop work except to eat.”
Was he kidding? No one was going to deliver in Southriver after dark. She chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
“What?”
“Getting something delivered around here after the sun goes down. Too many drivers have been robbed.” She shifted the box so that she could see him clearly. Kiefer really was a good-looking man.
“You have to be kidding.”
“Nope. Give it a try if you don’t believe me.” She was going to enjoy proving she was right. She walked down the hall.
When she returned he called from an exam room, “Pizza will be here in thirty.”
