she felt uneasy about letting him gain the upper hand.
He inclined his head so she took it to mean that he’d accepted her attempt to make amends. However, it seemed wiser not to say anything else in case any more unruly thoughts came rushing out of her mouth. She waited politely for him to continue and after a moment he carried on.
‘I chose gastrointestinal surgery for the simple reason that not many surgeons choose to work in that particular field.’
‘I see,’ Helen replied automatically, although she didn’t really understand. Maybe it showed, too, because he explained without her having to prompt him.
‘I was extremely ambitious when I began my career in medicine. I intended to make consultant by the time I was thirty-five and I achieved my aim. I might not have succeeded if I’d gone into a different speciality like orthopaedics, for instance. That’s always a popular choice for budding surgeons.’
‘So your interest in gastrointestinal surgery was a career choice?’ she clarified, somewhat surprised by his honesty.
‘Partly, yes. Obviously I had an interest in the field otherwise I would never have opted for it. However, my main reason for choosing it was to achieve personal progression.’
‘Yet you’ve chosen to retrain as a general practitioner? Don’t you find it somewhat daunting to be back on the bottom rung of the career ladder?’ she asked bluntly, needing to understand his motivation better.
She’d obviously surprised him by the forthright question because that nerve in his jaw had started to beat even faster now. Nevertheless, his gaze was level as he looked at her across the desk.
‘Yes, I do. I find it extremely daunting. However, it’s what I need to do so that’s all there is to it.’
He glanced down and when he looked up again she could see the conviction in his eyes. ‘Maybe my route to becoming a GP has been a little unorthodox but I promise you, Dr Daniels, that if you do take me on as a partner I will do the job to the very best of my ability. There will be no half-measures, I assure you. I will give you one hundred per cent commitment.’
Lewis tried to hide his anxiety beneath an outward aura of calm but his blood pressure was going through the roof! However, if he’d learned one thing during the past twelve months it was that he desperately needed to put some stability into his and Kristy’s lives, and moving to Summerfield could be the perfect way to do it.
His mouth twisted wryly because there was very little about this situation that could be classed as perfect. A year ago his life had been structured almost to a fault but now he never knew from one day to the next what was going to happen. Looking after a six-year-old child, and a child who had suffered several major traumas in her short life, was far more challenging than anything he’d done before, but his determination had never wavered. Kristy deserved the happiness and security that came from knowing she was loved.
The sheer force of his feelings whenever he thought about his daughter was in danger of making his composure crumble so he did his best to batten down his emotions. Helen Daniels was staring at his application as though it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever read but he sensed that her concentration was a cover for less positive thoughts.
Couldn’t she imagine herself working with him? he wondered anxiously because he had no idea what he was going to do if he didn’t get this job.
He’d been for six interviews to date and each time another candidate had been offered the position. He knew it wasn’t his lack of experience in general practice work that had been his downfall—the other candidates had been younger than him and newly qualified, too. His trouble was that he came across as far too forceful during an interview, but it was difficult to curb his natural tendency to take charge. He’d had a team of surgeons answering to him at St Leona’s, although he hadn’t made any mention of that in his application in case it had gone against him. He needed this job and he couldn’t afford to lose it because he scared off the lovely Dr Daniels!
A frown drew Lewis’s brows together. He hadn’t realised until that moment that he’d noticed how attractive Helen Daniels was. With that glorious red hair and those expressive greeny-blue eyes, she was a truly beautiful woman. The fact that her expression held an innate sweetness was another plus factor because in his rather extensive experience beauty rarely equated with a charming nature. However, it appeared that Helen Daniels had been blessed with both and it was unnerving to realise that he was attracted to her. The last thing he could afford was to find himself embroiled in a relationship when he had Kristy to consider.
‘I don’t doubt that you mean what you say, Dr Cole. However, I would be lying if I said that I don’t have reservations about offering you the job.’
Helen Daniel’s voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter, and he stiffened. He stared back at her, blanking out every thought apart from the fact that he had to get this job.
‘Because of my lack of experience in general practice work?’ he suggested neutrally, and she shrugged.
‘That’s not my main concern. I’m sure you would cope admirably in whichever field you chose to work. However, working in a town like Summerfield would be a whole new experience for most people, and it would be vastly different to what you’re used to.’
‘In what way?’ he demanded, struggling to remain calm, no easy feat when he knew where the conversation was leading. Helen Daniels was trying to let him down as gently as possible but he didn’t want to be let down—didn’t want to let Kristy down when she was depending on him!
‘There is nothing hi-tech about this practice. We’ve always relied on the principle of good, accurate diagnosis followed by the appropriate treatment. After-care is also extremely important to us so we make sure that we don’t lose touch with our patients once we’ve treated them.’
‘I agree.’ Lewis summoned a smile, hoping it would disguise his chagrin. Dr Daniels obviously didn’t rate him very highly if she thought that she needed to explain that principle to him.
‘It’s an approach I employed at St Leona’s. Every patient I treated there was called back for a further consultation six weeks after their surgery and I made a point of seeing them myself rather than relying on a junior to do it for me. Not only did it enable me to assess their fitness, it also gave me the opportunity to fine-tune the treatment I’d provided for them and maybe improve on it for the next patient I saw.’
‘Oh! I hadn’t realised that.’
Lewis felt a wave of tenderness wash over him when he saw a little colour touch her cheeks. His tone softened, taking on a gentleness that he rarely employed apart from when he was speaking to Kristy.
‘There’s no reason why you should have known, Dr Daniels. The work I did at St Leona’s was vastly different to what you do here. I understand that. I’m also aware that I still have a great deal to learn about general practice work. However, I’ve completed my training and the experience I gained during that time has given me an insight into what might be expected of me.’
‘Of course,’ she replied stiffly, obviously embarrassed by her gaffe. ‘I never meant to imply otherwise, Dr Cole, I assure you.’
‘I’m sure you didn’t,’ he replied smoothly. He certainly didn’t want to make her feel that she was in the wrong when it could have repercussions on her offering him the job. He needed this job for Kristy’s sake and wanted it for himself, too. He could imagine himself working very happily with Helen Daniels.
Lewis cleared his throat, somewhat surprised by the thought. It was rare for him to make snap judgements and he couldn’t understand why he’d done so in this instance. ‘All I can say is that I will do a good job if you offer me the post. With your help, I feel that I could fit in here and make a valuable contribution to the community.’
‘I appreciate your enthusiasm, Dr Cole. However, as I’m sure you will understand, I need to consider your application in light of the others I’ve received. The standard has been extremely