The child’s voice was a strange mixture of adult and confused child and Jessie’s heart melted. ‘You sort of think what?’
Paige sighed and snuggled close. ‘Well, it’s really, really nice to at least have Daddy. But Mummy sounds even better.’
‘Lots of kids only have either a mum or a dad,’ Jess said evenly, biting back anger at the unknown Karen. ‘And Karen is still your mum, even though she wants you to call her Karen. It doesn’t make her any less your mum. So you have a caring daddy and a travelling mummy. Exciting, really.’
‘I don’t think it’s very exciting,’ Paige said bleakly. Then she pulled away from Jessie’s hold and sat bolt upright in the bed. ‘Jessie, I can hear Harry. Harry’s awake.’
So could Jess. The big dog was whimpering against the door of his cage. Their talk had disturbed him but he was making it known that he was uncomfortable, to say the least The whimper rose to a whine.
‘What’s wrong?’ Paige almost tumbled out of bed in her haste to reach him. ‘Is he hurting?’
He wasn’t hurting. Jess reached the cage door just behind Paige’s speedy crutches and nodded as she inspected the cage.
‘I see,’ she said slowly, smiling down at the Border collie. ‘Ever the gentleman, aren’t you, Harry?’
‘What’s wrong?’ Paige demanded.
‘Well, Harry is a very well-trained dog,’ Jess smiled. ‘For the last two days I’ve had newspaper in the base of the cage for when he needs to go to the toilet-and he’s been too sick to go anywhere else. Now, though, he’s starting to feel well enough to remember it’s not at all proper to go to the toilet in someone’s kitchen. See the newspaper? It’s not soiled at all and it’s eight hours since I changed it.’
‘What will we do?’ Paige asked anxiously. The dog was trying to paw the cage with his uninjured leg and whimpering when his weight went onto the injured pad.
Jess had pulled on her warm dressing gown. She slipped back into the bedroom and returned with a thick fleecy jacket.
‘Let’s put this on you,’ she told Paige. ‘You’ve slippers for those feet? Good. OK. I’m going to carry Harry out to the back lawn. Want to come?’
‘I sure do,’ Paige said triumphantly. ‘I knew everyone except Daddy was awake.’
Daddy…
Niall Mountmarche…
For about ten whole minutes the image had faded but now the remembrance of last night flooded through Jess with a rush of fierce sensation.
How could she have let him make love to her?
The man was so close. A corridor away, sleeping while she entertained his small daughter.
Maybe she’d better put half a dozen advertisements for locums in each medical journal, Jess thought grimly. How on earth could she face the man now?
Jess carried Harry gently out to the back lawn of the hospital, where the headland ran right out to the sea beyond. It was a magic spring morning, the sun already holding a promise of warmth, and there wasn’t a breath of wind. The only sound was the surf from the distant sea.
Jess set the dog down on the grass and Harry did what he had to do with an almost audible groan of relief. Then they watched while Harry proceeded to sniff his way round unknown territory.
He hopped on three legs, carrying his injured pad high, Jess was pleased to see, and not attempting to bear weight on it yet. The bandaged pad seemed almost a trophy. Harry’s bright eyes cleared and he looked around with the air of a dog almost content with his lot.
Almost.
There was a hint of unease.
Jess had saved his life but Jess wasn’t his master.
‘He looks like he wants something,’ Paige said, and Jess nodded.
‘He wants someone.’
‘Like his mummy?’
‘Like his dad.’ The voice came from the hospital door and made Jess jump. All three-child, woman and dog-turned to face the voice. Niall Mountmarche was standing on the top step, surveying them with complacency.
‘I thought you’d run away,’ he told his little daughter with a smile.
‘I wouldn’t!’ Paige’s face was appalled as if she couldn’t imagine doing something so stupid. She clutched Jessie’s hand as if for support and Jess realised that Paige still wasn’t completely relaxed with her father.
Niall was a strange new man in the child’s life. Who could blame Paige for her mistrust?
Who could blame Jessie for the same mistrust?
‘I only went to Jess,’ Paige whispered.
‘On her father’s recommendation, I understand,’ Jess managed. Instinctively she pulled her robe more tightly closed. ‘See if the world’s awake, did you tell your daughter? And if they’re not then wake them up.’
‘I like sharing the joys of parenting,’ Niall said easily. Unlike Jess, he was showered and dressed-in casual slacks and open-necked shirt. He strolled across the lawn towards them, pausing as he came to welcome Harry’s curious advances.
A man content with his lot. At ease with the world.
He smiled at Jess and the force slammed back.
‘He’s…Harry’s better…’ Jess whispered. Dear heaven, why did she react like this?
‘I see that.’ Niall gave the dog a final pat and straightened. He smiled down at Paige. ‘You’ve been helping Dr Harvey look after him?’
‘Dr Harvey’s name is Jessie,’ Paige said solemnly. ‘She doesn’t like anything else. Jess is pretty.’
‘She is at that,’ Niall smiled, and his eyes moved back to Jess. ‘And some!’
Jessie flushed bright crimson.
‘I…I’ll leave your daughter with you,’ she stammered. ‘Harry’s been out for long enough. I’ll take him back to his bed by the fire.’
‘Frank’s awake.’
Jessie’s eyes flew to his.
‘Why don’t we take Harry in to see his master?’ Niall said easily, smiling down at her flushed face.
‘I’m not even dressed,’ Jess told him, grabbing the gown and pulling it tighter.
‘So I see.’ His eyes laughed at her, watching the defensive measure of her hands. ‘But you look great to Paige and I-and Frank will have eyes only for his dog.’ He turned his attention to Harry who’d sat down at Niall’s feet as though waiting. His bandaged paw was still held out in front. ‘Does Harry need to be carried?’
‘I’ll carry him,’ Jess said. ‘I don’t want him overdoing it yet.’
‘He needs to borrow your crutches, Paige.’ Niall smiled and scooped the big dog up into his arms. ‘Border collies are supposed to be the smartest dogs in the world but they’ve never managed crutches. It just shows how smart little girls are. OK, ladies, let’s pay a social visit to Mr Reid.’
He strode into the hospital with his black and white burden and there was nothing for Paige and Jessie to do but follow.
The reunion was all that Jess could have wished.
Frank had slept most of yesterday, like his dog, exhausted by his body’s ills. He hadn’t asked to see Harry and Jess hadn’t offered, unsure of Niall’s reaction.
There was no asking now. By the time Jess and Paige reached Frank’s ward the dog was a bundle of shivering delight on the bed with Frank and practically licking him to death. There were grassy footprints on the bedcover. Geraldine would have a fit but it was hard to know who was more pleased to see the other-man or dog.
‘What do you think of bringing Harry’s bedding in here while there’s no one else in the ward?’ Niall suggested to Jess. He was grinning down at man and dog as if he’d engineered the whole reunion. ‘We can open the French windows and Harry can wander in and out at will.’
Jess stared. ‘And the Health Commission?’
‘Are a long way away, I think you said, Dr Harvey,’ Niall smiled. ‘And I can think of no better tonic for Frank.’
Jess looked down at the elderly farmer’s shrunken frame and her eyes clouded. ‘He’s still ill…’ Frank was muttering endearments to his dog and was out of hearing.
‘If I could find Lionel Hurd I’d be tempted to kick him further than he’s gone,’ Niall said grimly. ‘The diabetes has run out of control for months-and it’ll take a while to settle. I can’t judge long-term damage. But…’ he shrugged ‘…at least now…’
‘At least we have a competent doctor.’ Jess bit her lip. ‘I…We do appreciate it.’
‘I’ll bet.’ He cast a curious look at her. ‘Breakfast, Dr Harvey?’
‘Jessie,’ Paige corrected and Niall smiled.
‘Breakfast, Jessie?’ he amended his question but Jess shook her head.
‘I haven’t showered.’
‘Cook says breakfast is at seven.’
‘I eat my breakfast alone,’ Jessie told him and turned away abruptly. ‘Send…send Paige down to me when she’s ready. I’ll be in my flat-or over in the clinic. She’ll find me…’
‘Alone?’
‘Yes.’
‘Is that the way you want it, Dr Harvey-Jessie?’ he asked and his eyes gently mocked her.
‘Yes,’ she said again and walked quickly out of the room.
Jess didn’t see Niall again for the rest of the day-and that was how she wanted it.
It took trouble to organise. The hospital building was too small by far.
Niall’s presence filled it. Even if she couldn’t see him she could hear him, joking with the nurses, giving orders, moving out into the waiting-room to collect another patient…
It was as if he’d been the island doctor for all his life and not just for two days.
Two days…
She’d known him one more day than that, Jess thought fearfully. So…
So she didn’t know him at all. She knew him less than she’d known John Talbot when first she’d gone out with him.
And that had come close to costing Jess her Jife.
So…
So keep yourself away from him, she told herself fiercely. You know what happened last time. This man has a life of his own-a medical career in England and a life I know nothing of. Even his daughter doesn’t trust him.
Maybe it wasn’t Niall Mountmarche she didn’t trust. Maybe it was the reactions of her own wayward body.
Jess sent Paige to the hospital kitchen for lunch but ate alone. She did when she was busy.
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