Читать книгу The Rebel Who Loved Her - Jennifer Taylor, Jennifer Taylor - Страница 10

‘THAT’S GREAT. Thank you.’

Ewan spooned sugar into the mug of coffee that Becky had placed in front of him, wondering what on earth he was doing. What was the point of dragging this out when it was obvious that she had mixed feelings about him being here? He should have taken his leave when he’d had the chance, once he was sure she was all right.

He sighed as he watched her carry Millie into the house for her morning nap. Seeing Becky cry like that had been so damned hard. He had ached to take her in his arms and comfort her, but what comfort could he have offered when she was grieving for the man she loved? His heart spasmed with a pain that surprised him. It shouldn’t matter how Becky felt about her late husband, but he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t care.

‘She went out like a light. She’ll probably sleep till lunchtime by the look of her.’

Becky came back and sat down. Ewan summoned a smile, determined that he wasn’t going to let her know how ambivalent he felt. Maybe he was still attracted to her but that was all it was; he’d get over it. ‘She seems happy enough, I must say. I take it that she’s adapted to living here.’

‘She has.’

Becky picked up her mug and blew gently on her coffee to cool it. Ewan looked away when he felt his stomach muscles clench. The sight of her beautiful lips puckering that way was playing havoc with his self-control. He had to force himself to concentrate as she continued in a no-nonsense tone that immediately demolished any half-baked ideas he’d been harbouring about her doing it deliberately. Becky definitely wasn’t trying to be provocative!

‘I was really worried that the move would unsettle her but Millie’s taken it in her stride. She seems really happy living here with my parents.’

‘It must be a relief,’ Ewan observed, doing his best to match her tone. He had to accept that Becky wasn’t interested in him that way. Maybe she had been interested once but it was a long time ago.

‘It is.’ She took a sip of coffee then put the mug down with a sigh. ‘Although it wasn’t just Millie I was worried about, if I’m honest. I wasn’t sure if moving back here was the right thing for me either.’

‘Because it was a wrench to leave the life you and Steve had created for yourselves?’ he suggested, although it felt a little like rubbing salt into a wound. However, he couldn’t ignore the fact that she had been married even if he wanted to.

‘It was more the thought of having to move back in with my parents, actually,’ she admitted, then flushed when he looked at her in surprise.

‘Really?’ Ewan found it impossible to keep the astonishment out of his voice.

‘Yes, really.’ Her tone was defensive. ‘Steve and I hadn’t lived in Christchurch for very long. We moved around quite a bit so that Steve could further his career.’ She shrugged. ‘I expect that’s why it didn’t seem such a wrench to leave—I hadn’t had time to put down any roots.’

‘I see.’ It made sense, yet Ewan had a feeling that it wasn’t the real explanation. He frowned as he weighed up what he’d heard. Had Becky’s marriage not been as happy as he’d thought, or was he merely putting his own interpretation on what she’d said? He realised that he needed to find out, although he wasn’t prepared to examine his reasons too closely. Suffice it to say that he needed to know all he could if he was to help her.

‘So you moved to Christchurch because Steve got a job there?’

‘That’s right. I would have preferred to stay in the country for Millie’s sake, but Steve was offered a consultant’s post so we moved to the city. He didn’t want to be too far from the hospital in case he was called in after hours,’ she added hastily.

‘I thought he worked in orthopaedics,’ Ewan said, frowning. In his experience it was rare for a consultant in that field to be called into work. Normally, one of the registrars would be expected to cover, unless it was some sort of life-threatening emergency, and they didn’t happen very often.

‘That’s right.’ She took another sip of her coffee and he sensed that she was playing for time. ‘Steve was … well, he was very committed. He never minded being called back into work.’

‘Highly commendable,’ Ewan observed, wondering why he didn’t believe her. Why on earth would Becky make such a claim if it weren’t true? After all, it didn’t matter to him how Steve had conducted his life. However, the fact that she had felt it necessary to lie piqued his interest. ‘Did he get called in a lot?’

‘Quite a bit.’ She grimaced. ‘You know what it’s like—something crops up and the staff don’t want to take responsibility so they call in the boss.’

It was so far removed from his own experiences that Ewan was stuck for an answer. Mercifully, he was saved from having to reply when Becky’s parents appeared. They had another couple with them plus a little boy, slightly older than Millie, and they greeted him in delight.

‘Ewan! How lovely to see you.’ Ros kissed him on the cheek. ‘Becky didn’t mention you were coming. I wish she had done. Simon and I wouldn’t have gone for our weekly constitutional if we’d known you were planning to visit. It would have been the perfect excuse to enjoy a lazy Sunday morning!’

Ewan laughed as he stood up. ‘Becky had no idea, I’m afraid. I’m having lunch with my parents so I decided to drop in on my way over there.’

‘Well, I’m very glad that you did.’ Ros turned to the other couple. ‘You won’t have met Ewan. His family live in Denton’s Cove so he and Becky have known each other for years. He’s a doctor too, although he’s been working overseas for the past few years. Ewan, I’d like you to meet Tom and Hannah. They both work at the surgery. Oh, and this little fellow is Charlie.’

‘Good to meet you.’ Ewan shook hands, taking an immediate liking to the other couple. He smiled at Charlie, taking note of the braces on his feet. He’d seen them before and guessed the little boy had been born with club feet. ‘And you too, Charlie.’

The child solemnly shook his hand then hurried away, heading straight for the apple tree. Hannah laughed as she dropped her bag onto the table. ‘I wondered how long it would be before he made for the swing. He loves it!’

Everyone laughed as she raced after him. Ewan remained standing as the others sat down. ‘It’s time I was on my way. Good to see you all again, and to meet you and Hannah,’ he added, smiling at Tom.

‘Ditto,’ Tom said, returning his smile. ‘I don’t know if Becky has mentioned it, but Charlie is being christened next Sunday. We’re having everyone back to ours for lunch afterwards and it would be great if you could join us, Ewan.’

‘Oh, but …’

‘I don’t think …’ Ewan stopped when he and Becky both spoke at once. He shrugged when he saw the surprise on Tom’s face. ‘What we’re trying to say is that Becky and I aren’t an item, if that’s what you thought.’

‘Sorry.’ Tom laughed. ‘My mistake. Still, it makes no difference. I know Hannah would love you to come along if you’re free.’

‘Thanks. I’m not sure what hours I’m working next week but I appreciate it.’

It wasn’t strictly true. Ewan had seen the coming week’s roster and although he couldn’t remember all his hours, he knew that he had Sunday off. However, it seemed politic not to accept the invitation when he sensed that Becky wouldn’t approve. He adopted a deliberately neutral expression as he turned to her. Maybe they would be friends and maybe they wouldn’t, but one thing was certain—they would never be lovers.

The thought was far too unsettling. Ewan blocked it from his mind as he smiled at her. ‘Thanks again for the coffee, Becky. I’ll see you around.’

‘I expect so.’

She returned his smile but there was no real warmth in it. Ewan guessed that she was merely going through the motions because the others were watching. He sighed as he headed up the path and got into his car. He may as well accept that Becky wasn’t interested in him and stop worrying about it.

The next week flew past. Although Becky had agreed to work only mornings while Brenda was still there, she found herself doing extra hours most days. A couple of practices in the area had closed in the past few years and their patients had transferred to Bride’s Bay’s list. It meant that everyone was under a lot of pressure but Becky was glad, even if it did mean her spending less time than she would have liked with Millie. At least while she was working, she wasn’t thinking about Ewan, and that had to be a blessing.

She had found it increasingly difficult to put him out of her mind since Sunday morning. Although she knew it was stupid, she couldn’t help wishing that she hadn’t lied to him about Steve’s reasons for living in the city. She felt guilty about what she’d done and confused as to why she’d felt it necessary. After all, what difference would it make to Ewan if he found out that her marriage had been less than perfect?

By the time Friday arrived, Becky was worn out from worrying about it. When Mrs Rose arrived to have her dressing changed, she had to make a determined effort to appear upbeat.

‘Come in, Mrs Rose,’ she said, ushering the old lady over to a chair. ‘How are you today?’

‘Fine, thank you, dear.’ Edith Rose winced as she sank down onto the seat and Becky frowned.

‘Is your leg troubling you?’

‘No, no, it’s fine. I just get the odd twinge in my hip from time to time.’ Mrs Rose adjusted her position and smiled. ‘There. That’s better.’

‘Good.’ Becky went to fetch the tray she’d prepared, making a mental note to ask her father to take a look at Mrs Rose. Although the old lady had made light of it, she suspected that her hip was causing her some discomfort. She carried the tray over to the desk and then donned a pair of gloves. ‘I’ll just remove the old dressing and see how the cut is doing. It may be a little uncomfortable, I’m afraid.’

‘You just do what you have to, my dear,’ Mrs Rose told her, stoically.

Becky peeled away the dressing, pleased to see that there was no sign of infection. Although the cut was deep, it was already starting to heal. ‘That looks fine. Using a non-adherent dressing means that the new tissue that’s formed hasn’t been disturbed.’

‘That nice young doctor I saw at the hospital insisted the nurse should use one of those special dressings,’ Mrs Rose told her. ‘She was going to put a gauze pad on my leg but he told her to fetch something else.’

‘He was quite right,’ Becky agreed, feeling a small rush of pleasure run through her. Although she knew it was silly, it was good to hear Ewan receiving praise. ‘The last thing we want is delicate new tissue being disturbed because the wrong type of dressing has been used.’

‘That’s what he said.’ The old lady laughed. ‘You two would get on very well, my dear. You obviously have a lot in common!’

Becky smiled although she didn’t say anything. It was unsettling to realise that she and Ewan held such similar views. She gently cleaned the area around the cut and then placed a fresh dressing over it.

‘There, that’s all done. If it carries on healing as well as it’s been doing then it won’t be long before you don’t need any more dressings.’ She straightened Mrs Rose’s skirt then helped her to her feet, frowning when she heard the old lady suck in her breath. ‘Is your hip bothering you again?’

‘Just another twinge,’ Mrs Rose assured her. However, Becky could tell that she was making light of how painful it really was.

‘Would you like me to ask one of the doctors to take a look at it, seeing as you’re here?’ she suggested.

Mrs Rose shook her head. ‘Oh, no, dear. There’s no need. It’s just a twinge, as I said.’ The old lady smiled brightly. ‘It’s all part and parcel of getting old, I’m afraid.’

Becky laughed dutifully although she couldn’t help feeling concerned as she saw Mrs Rose out. She found herself wondering if Mrs Rose’s reluctance to have her hip examined had something to do with what Ewan had told her. If the old lady was worried that her son would have her admitted to a nursing home if he could prove she couldn’t manage on her own, then she would be wary of admitting that she had a problem.

Becky decided that she would mention her concerns to the rest of the team. They held a weekly team meeting each Monday when everyone had the chance to talk over any problems that had arisen. She made a note to bring it up the following Monday, thinking idly that it would have been even better if she could have discussed it with Ewan. He always had such a clear view of any problems and she was sure that he would have come up with a solution.

She sighed. That was the fourth time she’d thought about Ewan in under half an hour. He seemed to be taking over her life and it had to stop. Ewan was history; whatever might have been between them was over and done with. If she said it often enough, hopefully her brain would get the message.

Although Ewan was used to hard work, he had to admit that he had never worked as hard as he did at Pinscombe General. The fact that they were carrying several vacancies meant there was extra pressure on the staff. He arrived early and left late, usually so exhausted that he could barely summon the energy to make himself a drink let alone a meal when he got home.

As for his social life, it was non-existent. Although several of the nurses had made it clear that they would welcome his attentions, he was far too busy to think about dating, or that’s what he told himself. It was easier than admitting that he wasn’t interested in them now that he’d met Becky again.

Saturday rolled around and he was working the two-to-ten shift. The other registrar had called in sick on Friday so Ewan made a point of arriving early. He was glad that he had when he saw the queue in Reception.

‘What’s happened?’ he asked, looping his stethoscope around his neck. ‘Has war been declared in Devon or something?’

‘It seems like it.’ Cathy Morrison, the senior sister, rolled her eyes. ‘It’s been non-stop ever since I got here at six this morning.’ She plonked a case file on the counter. ‘Can you take a look at this one first? She’s been here almost three hours now and you know what’ll happen if the bean-counters flag up that we’ve kept a patient waiting for that length of time.’

‘We’ll be marched outside and shot at dawn?’ Ewan suggested, drolly.

‘Worse. We’ll be sent on a time management course!’

‘Fate worse than death,’ Ewan concurred, grinning. He headed to the cubicles and didn’t leave them again for the next six hours. Cuts, bruises, fractures, burns: he dealt with the lot. By the time he was able to snatch a break, he had lost track of the cases he’d seen. As he made his way to the canteen, he found himself thinking that it was a good job he hadn’t accepted Tom’s invitation to the christening. After an evening like this, all he wanted to do tomorrow was sleep!

His heart gave an unruly little hiccup as he found himself tagging on a codicil. All he wanted to do was sleep … with Becky.