Harry opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it at the last moment. He turned his attention to Megan. ‘Do you work here?’ he asked.
She nodded. ‘I do, and actually I should be getting back to work right now. I have patients to see.’ She swallowed the last dregs of her coffee, and glanced across the table at Theo. ‘I expect you have things you need to be doing, as well.’
‘He said he would take me fishing,’ Harry said, nodding vigorously. ‘And we’re going to plant things in the garden so it’s nice for Mummy when she comes home, and then we’re going shopping to get me some new clothes.’
‘That sounds as though you have lots to look forward to,’ Megan acknowledged with a faint smile. Did his father not do any kind of work? For all he denied it, it sounded as though he must make some money from his paintings. Perhaps he was simply being modest about his talent, or maybe he was a man of independent means. Then again, he could simply be taking a vacation in order to take care of his son. Why was she even questioning how he came to be there or how he lived his life? What was it about him that provoked her curiosity?
‘I heard that you were looking for Mr Edwards,’ she said, looking directly at Theo as she stood up. ‘Last I saw of him, he was heading for his office. I gathered he would like to speak to you, too.’
Theo frowned, then nodded. ‘I’ll go and find him. Thank you for letting me know.’
‘You’re welcome.’ She sent the boy a quick smile. ‘’Bye, Harry. I hope your mother feels better soon.’
‘So do I,’ he said. ‘I don’t like my mum being poorly. I want her to be back home with me.’
‘Of course you do.’ Megan gave him a sympathetic smile. Any child would want his mother to be with him, wouldn’t he? Wasn’t it the most natural thing in the world to wish for? And yet it was the one yearning she had struggled with throughout her own life, that even now she found difficulty coming to terms with. Why was it that she had never experienced that particular joy? Was she so unlovable that her own mother had not wanted to stay around to be with her through her childhood?
‘Are you all right?’ Theo asked gently.
She gave a small start, coming out of her introspection to glance briefly at him. ‘Of course. I’m absolutely fine.’
Then she turned and hurried away quickly. She didn’t want Theo’s quiet concern. He stirred up all that had lain dormant inside her and her emotions were in turmoil, though for the life of her she couldn’t have said why.
She needed to escape.
CHAPTER THREE
‘YOU said that you would like to see William’s results when they came back,’ Mr Edwards said, holding a manila folder aloft and calling Megan over to his side. ‘You remember the man you sent in to us who collapsed by the canal? I have the radiologist’s report here, and you can see the films on the computer screen.’
Megan went over to the desk. ‘What was the outcome? I guessed he might be low on magnesium, among other things, but that could have been caused by all manner of illnesses.’
‘You were right. Take a look at the film and tell me what you see.’
She scanned the pictures on the screen and drew in a quick breath. ‘It’s a tumour, isn’t it?’ She pointed towards the image. ‘There, on the adrenal gland. No wonder he’s been having problems.’ She glanced at her boss. ‘What happens now? Will he go for surgery?’
John Edwards nodded. ‘He’s on the schedule for next week. Let’s hope there are no complications.’
‘At least he has a diagnosis. That’s a positive start.’
‘True.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘I have to go, or I shall be late for my meeting. I’ll leave you to hold the fort while I’m away. If Theo Benyon should come in at any time over the next couple of hours, page me, will you?’
She frowned. ‘Is he likely to do that?’
He nodded. ‘I asked him if he had any landscape paintings that we could put up in the waiting room. He said he might have something for us to look at.’
‘OK.’ Megan absorbed that. ‘So I should show him around, should I? Maybe point out where the paintings might go?’
‘Yes, anything. Grab him, give him a coffee and, whatever you do, don’t let him escape. He’s proving to be quite elusive, but I really need to talk to him.’
Megan frowned. ‘I thought you already did that?’
‘Only for a couple of minutes. He seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere, but I suspect it was just an excuse.’
Surely he had that wrong? Megan couldn’t imagine why Theo would be trying to avoid spending any more time than necessary with her boss. ‘I don’t think I follow any of this. What’s it all about? Did something go wrong with an operation? What’s the big mystery?’
‘No mystery. I just need to get him on our side. We need him here. He’s the most skilled surgeon for miles around, he’s here in our territory, and he’s not working at the moment, so it’s a great opportunity to get him to stay here at our hospital.’
Her jaw dropped for a second or two before she managed to get herself together again. ‘He’s a surgeon?’ she echoed faintly. ‘I thought he was here because he was visiting a patient. I thought he was an artist…’
John looked at her blankly. ‘Yes, yes, that’s all true…but I had the good fortune to operate on poor Francie, and he was pleased enough to come and thank me, so we have a fantastic opportunity, you see. We can’t let him slip away.’
Megan shook her head. ‘If he’s such a great surgeon, why isn’t he working? He doesn’t seem to have anything on his mind other than gardening, fishing and generally enjoying his leisure time. Although…’ She paused, thinking things through. ‘Perhaps he’s too worried about Francie to do anything else right now?’ She guessed Francie must be his wife.
‘Well, that could be the case, I suppose, but for whatever reason, he left his job down in Somerset and came up here with the boy. I thought perhaps he had decided our facilities were outstanding—we’ve certainly had a good star rating these last few years. But, whatever the reason, Admin would dearly like to get him on our team, even though he seems to be resisting at the moment.’ He was already striding towards the exit. ‘Must go.’
Megan stared after him. It was all very strange. Theo must be something very special for all this fuss to be created, and why would Theo be so resistant to persuasion that he would resort to making excuses? None of it made any sense at all.
‘Would you take a look at the patient in room three?’ a nurse asked, cutting into her thoughts. ‘She’s in some discomfort, with leg pain and some swelling, and I’m concerned that her condition is deteriorating. She appears to be a little breathless from some kind of chest infection, and her pulse oximetry reading is falling, so she’s clearly not getting enough oxygen.’
‘That doesn’t sound too good. Has she been on a long-distance flight recently, or is there any history of stroke or heart disease?’
The nurse shook her head. ‘She had surgery four weeks ago—a problem with fibroids in the womb.’
‘OK, Beth, I’ll take a look at her.’ Megan was already walking in the direction of the examination room. ‘Are you free to assist? It sounds as though she needs oxygen therapy.’
‘Yes. I’ll set that up, shall I?’
‘Please do.’
Megan entered the room and cheerfully introduced herself to the woman who was sitting on the bed, propped up by pillows. ‘Mrs Baxter,’ she said, glancing at the chart the nurse had