He glanced at her as though looking for confirmation, and she raised a brow. ‘Are you asking if I agree? I told you, if you were trying to save money, I think you should have looked to cutting down on the maintenance contracts before you went ahead and dispensed with nursing services. We don’t need to have the light bulbs checked once a month, or have laundry sent to an outside company when we have perfectly adequate facilities on the premises. Nor do we need to order paper plates on a regular basis when we have dishwashers and crockery on site.’
His mouth made a crooked shape. ‘I wasn’t looking for a debate on the whys and wherefores. A simple “yes, that sounds about right” would have done.’ His eyes took on a glimmer of amusement. ‘I was attempting to keep you in the loop, so to speak, since it’s fairly obvious you’re the lynchpin around here. Is there anything else you think we need to have in place?’
She thought about it. ‘Yes,’ she murmured after a second or two. ‘We need doughnuts.’
‘I beg your pardon?’ He looked at her as though for a moment she’d lost the plot.
‘You won’t get by without them,’ she said on a firm note. ‘If you expect your staff to work through their lunch breaks and keep going without flagging, you’ll have to do something to boost their energy as well as their morale.’ She gave him a bright smile. ‘I’ve always found that doughnuts hit the spot. Mark my words. A little bit of sugar goes a long way.’
‘I’ll try to remember that,’ he said. He threw her a teasing look as his gaze wandered over her softly feminine curves. ‘You’re not on any kind of diet, are you? So if I were to feed you sugary sweet doughy treats, would that help to bring you on side? I could rely on you to be my right-hand woman?’
She sent him a direct grey glance. ‘I certainly won’t say no to the food…but as for any other outlandish expectations you might be harbouring, I wouldn’t push your luck, if I were you. I’m only ever on the side that looks to be about right.’
He tilted his head back in a resigned gesture. ‘I might have known,’ he murmured. His mouth curved. ‘Still, it was worth a try.’
Chapter Three
‘IT’S really good of you to help me out like this.’ Ruby thanked the woman who was running the creche at the hospital. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been able to find a place for Becky at such short notice.’
‘Well, you did say it was just for a few days, and we have a couple of vacant places available while people are away on holiday.’ The woman smiled, watching Becky as she lay gurgling on the mat, trying to clasp the plastic toys that dangled overhead from the play gym. ‘She looks as though she’s a contented child.’
‘Yes, she is, for the most part.’ Which was just as well, because with all the problems that had cropped up of late, Ruby was sure she wouldn’t have been able to cope with a fractious infant. Things had been going reasonably well until the day before yesterday, when Sophie had gone out, saying she was going on an errand to the shops. When she didn’t return, Ruby had begun to worry.
There was still no sign of her, and Ruby was becoming increasingly anxious. She had tried contacting her by phone, and she’d searched high and low before frantically enlisting the help of the police. Sophie was now officially a missing person, and no one had any idea where she had gone.
It had all come as such a shock, and now Ruby was finding it difficult to juggle work in A&E with looking after the baby. How was she going to cope when she had to move into the farmhouse over the weekend now that Sophie was gone? There would be a whole lot more problems for her to concentrate on then.
‘I’ll come back at lunchtime to see how she’s getting on,’ she said, reluctantly preparing to leave.
‘That’s good.’ The nursery matron gave Ruby a reassuring smile, probably sensing her underlying anxiety. ‘I’m sure she’ll be fine.’
Yes, most likely she would. Ruby cast a last, fleeting glance at the baby before she left the room. Becky had no idea of the disturbance that had ebbed and flowed around her since her mother’s health had begun to decline. And now Sophie was missing.
Bracing herself to face the rest of the day, Ruby made her way back down to A&E. She stopped by the central desk and made a few phone calls, first of all, checking up on the patients who had spent the previous day in the observation ward.
‘No problems to speak of,’ Lorraine, the nursing supervisor, told her. ‘We’ve arranged for two children with chest infections, query pneumonia, to be admitted, as you asked. Apart from those, everyone else looks fit enough to be discharged.’
‘That’s good to hear. I’ll drop by later this morning and finish the paperwork.’ Ruby hesitated. ‘Is there any news on Charlie—the infant with breathing difficulties? I put him on humidified oxygen, and then we had to add nebulised adrenaline because he wasn’t responding too well to treatment. Last time I went to see him he was showing a little bit of improvement.’
‘The boy with bronchiolitis? Yes, I checked for you. He was admitted to the paediatric ward from Intensive Care, and by all accounts he’s doing fine.’
‘Oh, that’s brilliant. Thanks for checking for me, Lorraine.’
‘You’re very welcome. See you later, then.’
‘Yes, I’ll come over to you in a couple of hours or so.’ Ruby replaced the receiver and began to hunt through a pile of papers in the wire tray on the desk.
‘Nothing’s going according to plan lately,’ Olivia said, coming to stand beside her. ‘I thought things were bad enough when I heard that we have two nurses off sick, but then I saw the management circular that was passed around first thing this morning. They’re talking about downgrading us to an urgent care centre…and that’s even before the meeting where it’s all supposed to be decided.’ She huffed, showing her annoyance.
‘I don’t know how our trauma victims would have fared if they’d been sent to the Heritage,’ Ruby commented. ‘Some of them were in a precarious condition when they arrived here.’ As it was, the patients who had been involved in traffic accidents a few days ago had either been operated on and were now recovering on the wards, or had been discharged.
Ruby glanced at the senior house officer briefly. Olivia was in a decidedly crotchety mood today, her usually serene face etched with lines of tension. ‘Is that all that’s bothering you?’
‘Not really. I took a look in the waiting room, and straightaway I wished I hadn’t.’
‘Oh, why’s that?’ Ruby glanced through a sheaf of lab test results, searching for a diagnosis on a small patient. If only her sister Sophie’s medical problems could have been properly diagnosed before she’d decided to take off. For that must be what lay behind her disappearance, surely? She didn’t think anything more sinister lay behind her failure to return, given that the police had let her know that she had been spotted boarding a bus in town on the day she had vanished without a trace.
Olivia started to answer, and Ruby dragged her mind back to the job in hand.
‘I’m out of sorts because that man’s in there again…the one who’s kept complaining of back pain ever since he was involved in a car accident some time ago. He’s been in here several times over the last few months, but we never seem to be able to get to the bottom of what’s causing his problems. Dr Stanford said they’d done all the tests and found no lasting damage. He told him he should go and see his GP about any symptoms he has, but he always comes up with some reason why he has to be here in emergency. Today it’s because he almost passed out when he went to fetch something from the local garage, and the manager brought him straight to the hospital.’
‘Oh, I see.’ Ruby