She seemed refined, but she had obviously not been raised in the world he was used to, the world that both he and Charles came from.
And that intrigued him all the more, which was a dangerous thing indeed. He had to make an expeditious exit or he might do something he’d regret. And he thought too highly of Charles to besmirch the good name of Collins.
“Well, if you’ll both excuse me...” As he was trying to make his excuse his pager and Charles’s both went off. It was their patient, Lord Twinsbury. He was on his way to hospital and E.
“Blast,” Charles said. “I have an office full of appointments.”
“I can handle this, Charles,” Thomas offered.
“I can assist,” Geraldine said to her father. “You can head back to the practice and I can assist Mr. Ashwood.”
No.
“That’s an excellent idea,” Charles said. “You met Lord Twinsbury last week when he visited. You’re familiar with his file. What say you, Thomas? I mean, you’ll eventually have to work together when I retire officially, so why not take the plunge now?”
“I don’t think I’ll need Dr. Collins’s assistance in this matter.” He was grasping at straws, but he really needed to get away from Geraldine. She piqued an interest in him that he hadn’t felt in some time and he didn’t like the way it made him feel.
“With all due respect, Mr. Ashwood, we don’t even know if this is a surgical case,” Geraldine said firmly. “And I will be present as we both examine Lord Twinsbury.”
She had spirit. He liked that.
“You don’t have hospital privileges.”
It was a weak excuse.
“I do, as a matter of fact. I was granted them this morning.” Geraldine crossed her arms, smiling very smugly.
“Now, instead of standing here and arguing, why don’t we meet Lord Twinsbury in A and E and give him the attention he needs?”
Thomas was stunned as Geraldine moved past him and headed out into the hall. Even Charles looked a bit shocked but Thomas didn’t have time to sit there and hash it out with him. Instead, he ran to catch up with Geraldine, who was marching away, her back ramrod straight and honey-brown strands of hair escaping that severe bun that was pinned at the back of her head. He couldn’t help but admire her backside as she marched down the hall.
Don’t think about her like that. She’s off-limits.
“Do you even know where the A and E department is?” Thomas asked as he fell into step beside her.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be silly. Of course I do.”
“Good, because right now you’re headed to the operating theater floor and A and E is this way.” Thomas motioned over his shoulder in the opposite direction. He should’ve just let her go and get lost. Then he could deal with Lord Twinsbury himself, only something deep inside him, that nagging conscience he tried so often to ignore when it came to the opposite sex, was yelling at him to do the right thing.
She skittered to a stop and looked down the hall, her hazel eyes sparkling with determination, annoyance and possibly embarrassment, her red lips pressed together in a firm line.
“Are you going to show me the right way, then, or am I to find the way myself?”
“If I was going to let you fend for yourself I wouldn’t have stopped you and told you were going in the wrong direction.”
Geraldine’s shoulders relaxed and a small smile crept onto her face. “Thank you. I didn’t think you would... That is to say...”
“There’s no explanation needed.” Thomas knew what she was trying to say, that she didn’t think he would help her, and part of him was telling him not to. To let her flounder. She was, after all, the competition. Only he couldn’t do that.
He might go by “the Dark Duke” in his social circle, the rake who seduced debutantes and left them the next day, but he was, after all, a gentleman above all else. Only, since the moment he’d first begun arguing with her, he’d been trying not to think about all the ungentlemanly things he wanted to do to her.
“It’s this way,” he said, motioning with his head.
She nodded and they walked side by side down the hall, not saying a word. He was truly impressed that she was able to keep up with his long easy strides in her tight pencil skirt and heels.
She was graceful, refined, but there was something hidden beneath that polished, emotionless surface. Something quite different from the women he was used to. She was tough, hardened but he had no doubt she was soft and feminine under that facade. He would like to find out, she intrigued him.
But he would not seduce Charles’s daughter and since settling down was out of the question for him, he would just have to keep a safe distance from Geraldine Collins.
They entered A and E and were waved over by the consultant in charge.
“He insisted on having his cardiology team come and look at him,” Dr. Sears said, looking over at Geraldine, confused, before turning back to Thomas. “Where is Dr. Collins?”
“I am Dr. Collins.” Geraldine pushed past him and Thomas shrugged, smirking. He had to admire her tenacity.
Lord Twinsbury was quite pale and lying back on the gurney. He smiled, though, when Geraldine came in.
“Ah, I thought I would be seeing your father but I assure you this is a better substitute.”
Geraldine smiled. “Lord Twinsbury, you’re a flirt.”
“How many times do I have to insist you call me Lionel?”
Thomas cocked his eyebrows. Never in the thirty-odd years he’d known Lord Twinsbury personally and the five years he had been the man’s surgeon had he been permitted to call him Lionel.
And Lord Twinsbury was one of his godfathers.
“Lionel, then.” Geraldine smiled. “What seems to be the matter?”
Lord Twinsbury craned his neck and looked at Thomas. “Young fellow, they paged you as well. That’s good.”
“I would certainly hope that they would page me as well, my lord, or perhaps you’ll allow me to call you Lionel, as well?”
Lord Twinsbury fixed him with a stare, much like his own dear departed father used to do. “I think not. You’re not an attractive lady, like Geraldine is.”
The stern smile softened as he looked over at Geraldine, who was taking Lord Twinsbury’s blood pressure and frowning.
“Look at this, Mr. Ashwood,” she said. Thomas leaned over to look at the reading and grimaced.
“Well? What’s wrong? I can tell by your faces that my blood pressure isn’t good.”
“No, it’s not, my lord.” Thomas pulled out his stethoscope. “Do you mind if I have a listen?”
Geraldine helped Lord Twinsbury sit up as Thomas listened to the erratic sound of Lord Twinsbury’s heart trying to pump blood through his clogged arteries. He had been warning Lord Twinsbury for years that his clogged arteries would only get worse. They had done several angioplasties at different times, but Thomas knew and had told him that one day it would come to open heart surgery.
It looked like that day had come.
“I can tell by your face, Thomas, that you’re going to tell me something I really don’t want to hear,” Lord Twinsbury said.
“You can call me by my given name but I can’t call you Lionel?”
“Your father would have a thousand fits knowing you’re being so informal with me,” Lord Twinsbury warned.
Thomas