A Medical Liaison. Sharon Kendrick

looked interested. ‘I am impressed! One of London’s most famous hospitals—and yet you decided not to do any of your house jobs there?’

      The inevitable question. ‘No. I wanted to come to St Dunstan’s.’

      ‘Oh?’ Magda seemed to be expecting more, but she could whistle for it, thought Louisa stubbornly, knowing all the time how weak and feeble her explanation sounded. Because, although St Dunstan’s was a well-respected and busy general hospital, it carried none of the élitism and status attached to St Bartholomew’s—known to its staff as ‘God’s own hospital’.

      The grey eyes stared at her reproachfully for a moment, then turned to gaze fondly on Adam.

      ‘Would you like me to show her the ward? Leave you to have your coffee and do your paperwork in peace?’

      He looked at Louisa for a moment, then nodded his agreement.

      ‘That would be a great help. Is that all right with you, Dr Gray?’

      How formal he was with her! ‘Perfectly. Thanks, Sister.’ She was aware that her voice sounded stiff, starchy even.

      She left the office, following the neat, swinging rear of Magda Maguire, feeling disgruntled. The day had got off to a bad start, and there was no doubt in her mind who was responsible.