ward.’ She glanced at Hannah. ‘We’ll keep Sarah on IV fluids for a while, with the addition of a low-dose steroid and an antihistamine.’
‘Okay, you can leave it with me.’ Hannah went to check on the IV fluids, and Sophie went to find a computer in the doctors’ writing-up area where she could sit down to type up her notes.
Lucas followed her, coming to sit on the edge of the desk, watching her as she worked and making her all too conscious of his powerful, overwhelmingly male body. She sent him an oblique glance, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. ‘Have you made arrangements for the parents to talk with a specialist?’ she asked him, trying to keep her voice on an even keel. He was long and lean, flat stomached, and just having him close by made her abdomen tighten and had all of her senses in a flurry.
He nodded. ‘I told them I would make an appointment for Sarah to see an immunologist.’
‘Good. Sometimes, if things are handled the right way, the allergy might disappear completely after a few years.’
‘True. Let’s hope she’s one of the lucky ones.’ He stayed silent while she finished inputting the data, and when she leaned back in her chair, arching her back and suppressing a faint yawn, his gaze trailed over her.
‘How are things with you?’ he murmured, a hint of concern coming into his eyes. ‘You look tired. Are you still overdoing things?’
‘It’s good of you to ask, but I’m fine, thanks,’ she answered, absently curling and uncurling her fingers to dissipate the ache in her knuckles. It wasn’t the truth, but rumours spread like wildfire in this place, and she didn’t want it broadcast that she was under the weather and feeling the strain. She had a responsible position to uphold, and the last thing she needed was for people to think she couldn’t cope.
‘Hmm.’ It was clear he didn’t believe her. ‘You’re very pale. Are you quite sure you aren’t anaemic?’
‘Like I said, I’m fine.’ She was compounding the lie. She’d been so tired lately, that it was quite possible she was anaemic, but at least she’d done the responsible thing and paid another visit to her GP. He had found some problems with the haemoglobin levels in her blood, but wanted to know more about what was causing these, along with her other symptoms, and had ordered another set of blood tests. As soon as the results from those were back, hopefully she’d know if her problems were physical or simply the result of all the stress she’d been under of late. Not that she’d want Lucas to know any of that. All she actually wanted right now was to go and take her long overdue break. Perhaps a cup of coffee would perk her up a bit.
‘You’re very cagey, aren’t you?’ Lucas commented in an amused tone, as he tried to fathom her expression.
‘I wonder if Nathan’s responsible for that, or whether you’ve always been that way?’
‘Perhaps it comes from being an only child,’ she murmured, logging out of the computer. ‘In some ways, it has its advantages. You learn to appreciate your independence.’
‘And miss out on so much.’ He studied her briefly. ‘You make it hard for anyone to get close to you—or perhaps it’s just me that you have a problem with.’ He frowned. ‘But that only makes me all the more intrigued.’ He shook his head in a perplexed fashion. ‘I’m not quite sure what it is about you that has me all fired up … but I can’t help feeling that I need to shield you from whatever life is throwing at you. Maybe it’s that we seem to be opposites—the fact that I have a strong family to back me up, while you appear to be all alone in the world and put up a defensive front—but whatever the reason, I definitely want to get to know you better, Sophie … and I’ll do it, sooner or later.’
She shook her head. ‘Like I said, you don’t need to do that.’
His pager began to bleep, and he checked the text message before turning his attention back to her. ‘Sorry Sophie, but I have to go,’ he said, his brow creasing. ‘Something about a pregnant woman with high blood pressure.’
‘That doesn’t sound too good.’ She stood up, preparing to follow him into the main reception area.
‘No, it doesn’t.’ He sent her a thoughtful look. ‘Are you heading back to Paediatrics, or will you be able to find time to take a break? We do great coffee down here in A and E. And I keep a snacks table on hand for the staff. You could help yourself from it, and maybe go and sit in the garden room for a while. It might make you feel better.’
She gave him a wry smile. So much for her trying to fob him off. He hadn’t believed a word she’d said, had he?
‘I’m not sure … I was due a break over an hour ago.’ The cafeteria was two flights up, and didn’t hold out much appeal for her at the moment. She wanted sunshine and fresh air and a complete change of scenery. Perhaps that would help to lift her spirits.
‘There are glazed fruit tarts … and jam doughnuts,’ he said in a coaxing fashion as they walked towards the treatment area. ‘And salad sandwiches, freshly made, with bread bought this morning from the bakery down the road … and cheese. You like cheese, don’t you? It’s very good for you—full of—’
She laughed. ‘Enough,’ she said. ‘You don’t need to go on. You’ve convinced me. I’ll grab something from the snacks table and take it out into the garden room.’ It would be good to enjoy the late October sunshine.
‘Good.’ He looked pleased with himself. ‘I’ll come and join you just as soon as I can … as soon as I’ve taken a look at this young woman.’
Sophie’s brows rose a fraction. She might have known there was a hidden motive in his attempt to get her to stay around. What was it with Lucas that he wasn’t prepared to give up on her? Was she some kind of a challenge to him? So far she seemed to be the only female in the hospital who didn’t swoon at his mere presence! Or perhaps she presented him with a medical conundrum that he needed to solve?
The thought pulled her up sharply. Why would any man be drawn to a woman whose life was marred by illness? Hadn’t she learned that lesson with Nathan? He might have attempted to start up the relationship with her again at the wedding, but that would have been a short-lived exercise. As soon as he realised she was still plagued by symptoms he would have dropped her like a hot brick. And eventually Lucas would do the same.
It would be better if she didn’t think about it any longer, though. Weren’t there enough complications in her life without adding him to the list?
They parted company a few minutes later, and Sophie made her way to the sunlit garden room. She was alone in here, and for a while she enjoyed the solitude. The glass doors were open a little to let in a light breeze, and she could see white tables and chairs set out on the terrace beyond.
She chose a table by the door, and breathed in the fresh air. Yellow jasmine scrambled over trellised wooden panels, and here and there stone tubs were filled with autumn flowers, yellow and bronze chrysanthemums and bold, white asters with yellow centres. At intervals there were tall green palms that added a restful touch.
She sat down and began to eat from the selection of food on her tray. The fruit pie was cool and refreshing, and instead of coffee she had chosen fresh orange juice. It wasn’t too long before she began to feel her batteries recharging. Maybe there was nothing wrong with her after all. The thought cheered her, and she looked around, happy with her surroundings, drawing energy from the complete break from work.
A short time later, she heard children’s voices coming closer. A line edged its way into her brow. Did the youngsters belong to someone who worked here? This was a place where the staff could rest a while, so they weren’t likely to be the offspring of patients.
‘Is Mummy very poorly?’ The voices came nearer, and Sophie looked around to see Lucas coming towards her, holding the hands of a fretful young girl, around six years old, and a little boy who looked to be a year or so younger.
‘She needs to rest. That’s why she’s going to stay in hospital for