The Doctor's Engagement

‘Right. I’m going to ask one of the doctors to write her a prescription.’ Holly tapped away again. ‘Can you wait for a few minutes while I find out when one of the partners is likely to be back?’

Just then the door opened and Mark strode in, a frown touching his dark brows. ‘Holl?’

‘Good afternoon, Dr Logan,’ Holly said, her voice formal in case he hadn’t realised she was with a patient. ‘Helen had a bit of an accident with a dog but we’ve sorted it out.’

Mark grinned at the little girl and for a brief moment Holly saw him as other women must see him. Tall and athletic, with broad, muscular shoulders and laughing dark eyes. With his cropped dark hair and permanently shadowed jaw he was wickedly handsome, and Holly wondered what the staid old ladies of Cornwall thought of him. Then she gave a chuckle. They probably loved him. The ones on the ward always had. She watched him curiously. Alison was right, he was gorgeous. Gorgeous and sexy. It was just that she didn’t usually see that when she looked at him. She just saw the Mark she’d known all her life.

‘Hello, tiger.’ His attention was focused on his young patient. ‘Have you come to play with my toys again?’

‘Holly rides on helicopters,’ Helen said breathlessly, and Mark laughed.

‘I know she does. Always has her head in the clouds does Holly. And what have you been doing to your arm?’

Helen’s lip wobbled. ‘Dog bit me.’

‘You poor sausage.’ Mark squatted down so that he was on her level, his dark eyes gentle as they locked with the little girl’s. ‘Did you bite it back?’

‘Of course not, silly.’ Helen giggled in spite of herself. ‘It was furry.’

Mark pulled a face. ‘Yuck! And how does that arm feel now?’

Helen stared thoughtfully at her new bandage. ‘Better,’ she said finally, and Mark smiled and ruffled her hair.

‘Good.’ He looked at Holly and raised an eyebrow. ‘Stitches?’

She shook her head. ‘I thought it was best to avoid them. I cleaned it thoroughly, though. She’s covered for tetanus but she’ll need some antibiotics as it was a puncture wound. I thought co-amoxiclav—she’s not allergic to anything, I’ve checked.’

Mark blinked and then gave a crooked smile. ‘I’d forgotten what it was like working with someone as efficient as you.’

Holly pressed the right keys on the computer and the prescription came out with a whizzing noise.

‘The wonders of technology,’ Mark murmured, signing it with a flourish. ‘Here you are, Alison. We’ll need to see that wound again—when do you think, Holly?’

Holly laughed. ‘Well, seeing as I haven’t even got my uniform on yet, I don’t really know the setup here. Is there a dressing clinic or do I just do a general session?’

Mark frowned and thought for a moment. ‘Routine dressing checks usually just get booked into your general sessions. Meg, our practice manager, will fill you in on when they are. Most mornings, I think, and then special clinics—asthma, immunisation and things in the afternoon.’

Alison scooped Helen up in her arms. ‘Gosh, you’re a lump! Too big for Mummy to carry around like this.’ She gave the child a squeeze and lowered her gently to the floor, glancing at Mark while she did so. ‘So what happened to Sister Hill? I thought the baby wasn’t due for another two months?’

‘It wasn’t, but I’m afraid her blood pressure shot up and she was advised to rest so she decided to leave earlier than expected.’

Alison picked up her bag. ‘Which left you in the lurch, I would have thought.’

‘You can say that again.’ Mark gave a wry smile and raked long fingers through his dark hair. ‘But fortunately Holly has kindly agreed to step into the breach so we should be fine now.’

‘Come back in three days and I’ll check that wound,’ Holly said. ‘Sooner if it becomes inflamed or swollen, but it shouldn’t because the antibiotics should prevent any infection.’

Alison nodded and thanked her again before ushering the little girl out and closing the door behind them.

‘Thanks for dealing with them,’ Mark said, and Holly grinned at him.

‘To be honest, I was quite relieved. I was so afraid that our first meeting was going to be in front of the practice staff and we hadn’t discussed what I was meant to do.’

‘Do?’ Mark leaned broad shoulders against the wall and started to laugh. ‘What do you mean, “do”?’

‘Well, you know...’ Holly shifted uncomfortably. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was expected to—to...’

She started to blush, which felt ridiculous. Why should she blush in front of Mark when she’d known him for ever?