‘You’ve had less than half an hour.’ He frowned at her. ‘I know we’re busy but don’t overdo the work, Evanna.’
‘It’s fine. I’m fine.’ She gave a quick smile and backed towards the door.
If he hadn’t known better, he would have said that she was anxious to get away from him and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with her.
Pushing away thoughts of that entirely disturbing conversation over lunch, Evanna tried to concentrate on her work.
Her first patient of the afternoon was Sonia, who was thirty-four weeks pregnant. Evanna noticed that she looked hot and bothered. ‘How have you been?’
‘All right.’ Sonia sank into the chair and rubbed a hand over her swollen abdomen. ‘I wish it wasn’t so hot. This is Glenmore. We don’t normally have heat waves. Suddenly I’m longing for a good old storm to clear the air. I brought you a sample. I assume you wanted one?’
Evanna nodded and took the sample. ‘I’ll just test this quickly and then check your blood pressure.’ She used a dipstick and checked that there was no protein in the sample. Then she checked Sonia’s blood pressure. ‘That’s a bit on the high side, Sonia. Why don’t you lie down on the couch and I’ll feel the baby and then I’ll check it again.’
She skilfully palpated Sonia’s bump, feeling the lie of the baby, and then she used her tape measure to check the size. ‘Well, that’s all as it should be.’
‘Apart from the blood pressure.’
‘I’m going to try that again now that you’ve sat down for a few minutes.’
Sonia watched anxiously while she checked it. ‘Well?’
‘It’s still a bit high, Sonia.’ Evanna recorded the result. ‘I’m going to mention it to Dr MacNeil and I’ll pop round to your house on my way home and check it again.’
‘Will it be different in my home?’ Sonia sat up and wriggled off the trolley.
‘It might be.’
Sonia bit her lip. ‘Will I have to go to the hospital?’
‘I hope not. We certainly need to keep an eye on that blood pressure but there’s nothing to worry about so far. Are you feeling plenty of movements?’
Sonia picked up her bag. ‘Oh, yes. I’m definitely having a footballer. It kicks and moves all the time.’
Evanna smiled and slipped her pen into her pocket. ‘That’s good. I’ll see you later, Sonia.’
‘I’ll make sure to have the kettle on.’
Evanna watched her go and then walked across to talk to Logan, who had just finished his afternoon surgery.
‘I’m taking Kirsty down to the beach for a paddle. Do you want to come?’ His hair was rumpled, his jaw slightly darkened with the beginnings of stubble, and he gave her a sleepy, sexy smile that made her breath catch.
She gazed at him wistfully and then reminded herself that playing happy families was not a good idea. ‘Actually I can’t,’ she said truthfully. ‘I have a few things to do here and then I have to call on Sonia.’
‘She was just in surgery.’ He pushed some papers into his bag and closed it. ‘Why would you be calling on her?’
‘Because her blood pressure is up a bit. It’s one-forty over ninety.’
The smile left his face. ‘Did you test her urine?’ His voice was terse and Evanna wondered how long it would take him to stop treating pregnant women as if they were unexploded bombs.
‘Of course. It was negative and her fundal height measurement was fine—thirty-five centimetres.’
‘Is the baby moving around?’
‘Yes. Plenty of movement. I’ve arranged to call with her later to check her blood pressure again, but I just wanted to let you know.’
Logan nodded. ‘If her blood pressure is still up, ask her to come to surgery tomorrow so that we can take some blood. We’ll do a single estimate serum urate, urea and electrolytes, full blood count and platelets, and repeat blood pressure recording and urinalysis.’
Evanna gave a soft smile. He was the most thorough, dedicated doctor she’d ever worked with. He let nothing slip past him. ‘All right.’