I appreciate that. It has been a difficult time for them, but I’m hoping that if we let the children talk about their worries it might help.’ Saskia spoke to the headmistress for a few minutes, wanting to ease the children’s transition into their new school as best she could but conscious all the while that the clock was ticking and she needed to get away to the hospital.
At last, though, she was free to rush away to keep her appointment. Glancing at her watch, she realised with growing alarm that there was no way she was going to make it to the interview on time.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to walk to school. It had taken a lot longer than she’d anticipated, with Charlie dawdling and Becky stopping to search for wild flowers in the hedgerows, but this was a small island and she’d hoped she might get away without buying a car. Walking, she’d reasoned, would at least give them the opportunity to enjoy the green hills and valleys along the way and let them take in the view of the bay and the bustling harbour in the distance. Now, though, she still had a further ten minutes’ walk ahead of her.
The hospital, she discovered, was relatively small, a pleasing, white-painted building, with a deep, low-slung roof. Alongside it was a health centre and a pharmacy. She hurried through the automated glass doors at the entrance.
The receptionist was talking to a young woman, a slender girl with chestnut hair arranged into an attractive braid at the back of her head. She was a doctor, Saskia guessed, judging by the stethoscope draped around her neck.
‘Hello. Can I help you?’ The receptionist broke off their conversation so that she could attend to the new arrival.
‘Oh, hello. Yes, thanks,’ Saskia said, a little out of breath from her exertions. ‘I’m Dr Reynolds. I’m here to see Dr Gregson.’
‘Oh, yes,’ the woman answered with a smile, ticking her name off a list on her desk, ‘you’re the nine-fifteen appointment. They’re waiting for you. If you’d like to come with me, I’ll take you along to the office.’
The woman doctor glanced down at her watch and made a face. Noting her reaction, Saskia almost did the same. She could guess what she was thinking. She wasn’t making a very good start.
‘Just tell Dr Beckett that I’d appreciate his involvement in the new cardiovascular clinic, would you?’ the doctor murmured. ‘Perhaps he might be able to spare me a few minutes later today?’
‘I’m sure he’ll make the time,’ the receptionist answered.
She walked with Saskia along the corridor. ‘Here we are,’ she said, knocking lightly on a door marked in bold, black lettering ‘Dr James Gregson’.
A gravelly voice responded, ‘Come,’ and Saskia pulled in a deep breath before going into the room. She took in her surroundings in one vague sweep.
A large, mahogany desk dominated the room, and behind it sat a well-dressed, distinguished-looking man who studied her with interest over rimless reading glasses that sat low down on his nose. There were two other, younger, men on either side of him, some small distance away, seated at an angle to the table.
One of them had his head down, immersed in studying papers in a manila file, and for a dreadful moment, as she stared at the top of his dark head, Saskia felt a wash of stomach-lurching familiarity run through her. Her heart began to thump, increasing in tempo as though she’d been running. Could this really be her new neighbour?
‘Dr Reynolds, it’s good to see you. Please, come in and take a seat.’ Dr Gregson stood up and waved her to a leather chair in front of the desk. He was a man of medium build, with square-cut features and dark hair, greying a little at the temples. Above the glasses his brown eyes were keen, missing nothing.
‘Let me introduce you to my colleagues,’ he said. ‘This is Dr Matheson—Noah Matheson. He’s our man in charge of the minor injuries unit.’
Dr Matheson stood up to shake hands with her. He was young, handsome, in his early thirties, tall, lithe, and it was obvious right away that he was most definitely taken with Saskia. Interest sparked in his hazel eyes as he drank in the cloud of her Titian hair and his gaze skimmed her slender, curvaceous figure. She was wearing a cream-coloured suit with a pencil-line skirt and a jacket that nipped in at the waist. It was a feminine outfit yet at the same time businesslike, and it gave her a fair amount of confidence to know that she looked her best.
‘It’s a pleasure to meet you,’ Noah said, holding onto her hand for a second or two longer than was strictly necessary.
‘And this is Dr Beckett—Tyler Beckett. He’s in charge of Accident and Emergency.’
Her spirits plummeted, her worst fears confirmed.
Tyler stood up and clasped her hand firmly in his. His glance moved over her, clearly appreciative. His smile was warm, welcoming, and she relaxed a little. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. He looked terrific, lean and flat-stomached, every bit as good as the first day she’d seen him. The jacket of his suit was open, revealing a deep blue shirt teamed with a silver-grey tie. His cufflinks were of the same silver-grey pattern.
‘Dr Reynolds and I have already met,’ he said, addressing his colleagues. ‘It turns out that she’s a neighbour of mine.’ He looked into her green eyes, adding in a low voice, ‘I didn’t know the name of our applicant until this morning, and even then I wasn’t sure it would turn out to be you.’ His well-shaped mouth made a faint curve. ‘Perhaps I should have guessed as time went on. It sort of fitted somehow.’ He didn’t look at his watch, but she caught his drift all the same.
He released her and she sat down carefully. She cleared her throat. ‘I must apologise for being so late,’ she said, looking from one to another. How much should she tell them? ‘I had a few unavoidable domestic issues to contend with this morning—and then the dog was sick just as I was leaving the house. Um...on top of that, I didn’t realise quite how long it would take me to walk to the hospital.’ She winced inwardly. She was babbling, wasn’t she, saying too much? They didn’t need to know all that. ‘It was my mistake, but I’ll be certain to make better arrangements from now on.’
‘I’m sure you will.’ Dr Gregson picked up a folder and leafed through it, saying after a while, ‘Would you like to tell us a bit about your last post? You worked at a hospital in Cornwall, I believe?’
‘That’s right.’ She was on much safer ground with this. ‘I started off there as a senior house officer in the A and E department. I had to deal with all kinds of emergencies, both traumatic and general. A good percentage of my patients were youngsters.’
‘That’s valuable experience. Good...good...’ Dr Gregson riffled through his papers. ‘Your references are all in order from what I can see, and your qualifications are impeccable. You’ve specialised in emergency medicine and paediatrics, as well as spending some time in general practice—that’s excellent, exactly what we’re looking for.’ He glanced at her. ‘It’s a little unusual, though, to mix hospital work with general practice, isn’t it?’
She faltered briefly, caught on the back foot. ‘Ah...that’s true, of course...but...initially I wasn’t sure which specialty appealed to me the most.’ She squirmed a little. Tyler Beckett would never be unsure of himself, would he? ‘I enjoyed working in a GP’s surgery for a year, but after attending several emergency cases during that time I realised that’s what I wanted to do more than anything.’
Dr Gregson nodded. ‘I see.’ He turned to his colleagues. ‘Do you have any questions you’d like to put to Dr Reynolds?’
Tyler nodded. ‘I do have one query,’ he said, his tone sober. ‘Ah...about these references...’ He was sifting through his copy of the paperwork, and she glanced at him, sitting stiffly upright, suddenly on alert.
‘Is there a problem?’
‘Not a problem as such... I’m just a little concerned about one aspect of your work that hasn’t been mentioned here...’
She frowned. ‘I can’t think of