Emergency: Mother Wanted. Sarah Morgan
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successfully avoiding him all week. Although he was the senior doctor on her shift, she’d managed to deal with almost everything without his help.
She found him in Resus, talking to Nicky.
‘Problems?’ He lifted a dark eyebrow and she felt her heart stumble. Why did he have to be so good-looking? It was very distracting. If she was going to last six months in A and E she was going to have to develop survival strategies. Like looking over his shoulder when she talked to him rather than at his face.
‘I need your advice.’ She raked slim fingers through her jagged blonde hair and gave him a brief smile. ‘I’ve got this lady in cubicle one I’m not sure about. She fell on her wrist and all the signs are that she’s fractured her scaphoid, but I can’t see anything on the X-ray.’
‘Scaphoid fractures are notoriously easy to miss on X-ray so you’re right to ask for help,’ he said quietly. ‘What did you find on examination?’
‘Swelling, pain on wrist movements, tenderness on direct pressure two centimetres distal to Lister’s tubercle of the radius and on proximal pressure on the extended thumb or index finger.’ Keely listed everything briskly and he nodded.
‘What X-rays did you request?’
‘A?, lateral and scaphoid views—was that wrong?’ She felt a stab of anxiety. ‘Did I miss something?’
‘No, you did well.’ There was a glimmer of surprise and admiration in his eyes. ‘Better than most. Come on, I’ll check the X-rays for you.’
Keely followed him down the corridor, struggling to keep up with his long stride.
He squinted at each of the X-rays in turn. ‘Well, you’re right. They’re all negative. Let’s examine her.’
He introduced himself to the patient, examined her thoroughly and then nodded at Keely.
‘It’s a scaphoid fracture. I agree with you. Well done for trusting your instincts.’
As usual his quiet words of praise made her feel as though she could have walked on water.
‘But why are the X-rays clear?’
Whenever she was in doubt about a patient she took every opportunity to pick his brains and was rapidly finding out that Zach Jordan was a first-class teacher.
‘The fracture isn’t always visible,’ he told her. ‘Put her in a scaphoid plaster and refer her to the next fracture clinic. They’ll X-ray again and it might be visible by then.’
She remembered her father saying that Zach Jordan was one of the most talented doctors he’d ever worked with and now she was seeing it at first hand. He was fast and confident, never doubting himself and always ready to do his best for each patient. She just wished she didn’t find him so disturbing.
* * *
‘He’s married.’
Fiona, the doctor who’d sat next to her in the lecture theatre on that first morning, flopped into a chair in the staffroom, a gloomy expression on her face. ‘Why are the good ones always married?’
‘Who’s married?’ Keely stirred her coffee, her mind still on a nasty road traffic accident that had come in earlier.
‘Zach Jordan.’
‘Zach?’ Her hand suddenly shook and hot coffee sloshed over the side of the mug. ‘Oh, no!’
She stood up and fetched a cloth only to find Fiona watching her with a knowing expression.
‘You, too…’
Keely walked back to the table. ‘What do you mean—“you, too”?’
‘You’re obviously just as smitten as the rest of us.’
‘Fiona, I just spilled my coffee,’ Keely said calmly, carefully mopping up the mess she’d made. ‘Why does that make me smitten?’
Fiona gave a wry smile. ‘Because he has that effect on women. My entire body shakes when he comes into a room. Believe me, I can’t hold anything hot within a hundred yards of the man.’
Keely laughed. ‘Fiona, you’re awful.’
‘Well, all I can say is that she must be an amazing woman.’
Keely rinsed out the cloth and put it back by the sink. ‘Who must be?’
‘His wife.’ Fiona curled her legs underneath her and settled herself more comfortably in the chair. ‘Imagine marrying a man like that. Not only does he have the most luscious body I’ve ever seen but he’s strong and cool-headed and a brilliant doctor. And so-o sexy. What a man!’
Keely frowned. Was Zach really married? And why should it bother her if he was?
A man like Zach was bound to be involved with someone. And it was really none of her business. It wasn’t as if she had feelings for him. Not really. She was just struggling with the remnants of a powerful teenage crush.
‘He called her sweetheart,’ Fiona said dreamily. ‘I heard him on the phone. And then he said he loved her. Can you imagine? Isn’t that romantic? He didn’t care who was listening, he loves her so much he just wanted to tell her. If you ask me, she’s a very lucky woman.’
A lucky woman indeed. Whoever she was.
Keely had heard enough. She emptied the remains of her coffee down the sink, made a limp excuse to Fiona and left the room.
Why did hearing about Zach’s love life bother her so much?
She frowned again. Her reaction didn’t make sense. So she’d once had a crush on him. So what? That wasn’t enough to make her feel as though she’d just had major surgery to her insides. Her emotions were just confused, that was all.
She walked back to the main area of Casualty and picked up a set of notes. Work, that was the answer. Bury herself in work and forget about Zach. He wasn’t hers and he never had been. And she didn’t want him to be, she told herself firmly. OK, so she found him attractive. But so would any woman with a pulse. It didn’t mean anything.
* * *
‘So, have you found somewhere to live yet?’ Nicky flicked the switch on the kettle and turned to glance at Keely. ‘You’ve been here three weeks and you’re still living in that awful flat.’
‘Awful?’ Zach walked into the room in time to hear the last remark. ‘What’s awful about Keely’s flat?’
‘It’s fine,’ Keely lied, ‘just not in the nicest position. I wanted to live in the middle of the country with a view of the fells.’
‘Your flat is not fine,’ Nicky said firmly, ignoring the looks that Keely was giving her. ‘There’s damp on the living-room walls and your landlord is decidedly creepy. And he’s bothering you, you know he is.’
Keely glared at Nicky but it was too late. Zach was suddenly still, his eyes watchful.
‘In what way is he bothering you, Keely?’ His soft tone didn’t deceive anyone and there was a sudden silence in the common room.
‘He isn’t,’ Keely said hastily. ‘Not really. Nicky’s exaggerating.’
‘That’s not true.’ Nicky spoke up again and Keely closed her eyes.
She was going to kill Nicky when she got her alone!
‘He keeps knocking on her door at all sorts of weird hours,’ Nicky told them, oblivious to the furious glances that Keely was sending in her direction. ‘I’m really worried about her. She needs to move out of that place.’
Zach’s expression was grim. ‘Keely? Is it true?’
Keely suppressed a groan. Oh, no. Now he’d get all protective again, and he’d just started to treat her like an adult.
‘I