Sheikh Surgeon Claims His Bride. Josie Metcalfe

what you mean. I hate the idea that they’ll be in pain so I always double- check their medication.’

      ‘But you say this new man let you assist. Does that mean passing the tools or instruments or whatever they’re called, or—’

      ‘No. There’s a member of theatre staff who does that. I was allowed to irrigate the incision—’

      ‘Irrigate? That sounds like something I’d do in the garden,’ Beabea teased, and Emily’s heart lifted that she was in good enough spirits to joke.

      ‘Then I stitched everything up and put the dressings on before he was transferred to Intensive Care.’

      ‘And what did the consultant think of your work?’ Beabea quizzed, and Emily felt the swift tide of heat flood into her cheeks. She was so grateful that there was a knock at the door before she could find an answer that wouldn’t reveal her own thoughts about the consultant.

      ‘Am I intruding?’ said an unexpected male voice, and a greying head appeared round the edge of the door.

      ‘Dr Tremayne!’ Beabea exclaimed, and Emily was amused that her grandmother sounded almost flustered. Well, for an older man he wasn’t bad looking, she supposed, and for a woman of her grandmother’s generation, the idea of a good-looking younger man seeing her in her bed was probably plenty of reason for embarrassment.

      ‘I was just visiting a couple of patients and thought I’d call in on one of my favourite ladies—unless it’s inconvenient. I can always come back another time.’