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‘Then I’m not ordering the helicopter.’
‘I’ll call it myself.’
‘As island doctor, it requires my authorisation.’ Logan glanced at his watch. ‘In the time I’ve taken having this discussion, I could have seen another patient. Do you want to carry on talking or would you rather go outside, breathe in some fresh Glenmore air and cool down? Janet will call you when it’s your turn.’
The man inhaled sharply, tightened his mouth and then stomped out of the door.
Logan gave Janet an encouraging smile. ‘I’m ready for my next patient. If he gives you any more problems, buzz me.’
Janet leaned forward. ‘He’s only here because he forgot to bring his tablets on holiday. He wants a prescription.’
‘People get cross when the weather heats up.’ Logan turned away and caught sight of Evanna. ‘What are you doing standing there, Nurse Duncan?’ His blue eyes gleamed with humour. ‘Getting ready to defend me?’
‘You don’t need any help. But I was ready to pick him up after you floored him.’
‘As if.’
She grinned. ‘Logan MacNeil, you were always knocking people flat in the school playground. You were always in Ann Carne’s office.’
At the mention of their old headmistress, Logan laughed. ‘Well, they all deserved it and I wasn’t a doctor then. Now I try not to knock people down because it just makes more work.’ He strolled back towards his surgery. ‘Ethan should be back soon and then we can start clearing everyone from the waiting room.’
Evanna went back into her own consulting room and buzzed for her next patient.
‘He almost fell off the quay into the water!’ The young mother cuddled the toddler on her lap. ‘He gave me a heart attack. My husband was buying ice creams so he didn’t even see it happen. I caught him by instinct, but now he isn’t using his arm and I’m worried I’ve done something awful to his wrist.’
Evanna scribbled a note on her pad and then reached for the fox puppet that she kept on her desk. She slid her hand inside and made the fox move.
The toddler smiled and reached for the puppet. ‘Mine.’
‘He likes to be stroked,’ Evanna murmured, noticing that the toddler favoured one arm. She glanced back at the mother. ‘How did you catch him?’
‘I caught his wrist and jerked him up to stop him falling.’
‘So his weight would have been on his arm?’
‘Yes.’ The mother bit her lip. ‘Have I broken his wrist?’
‘From the sound of it, you did what needed to save him from falling into the water. Looking after an inquisitive toddler is never easy,’ Evanna said steadily, thinking of the number of times that little Kirsty had surprised her with her antics. She wiggled the fox and smiled at the child. ‘Can you stroke foxy with your other hand, William?’
The toddler ignored her request and kept one arm firmly in his lap.
Evanna put the fox down on her desk. ‘He obviously doesn’t want to use that arm so I think we do need to ask one of the doctors to check him out. I’ll just nip across the corridor and see if one of them is free to take a look.’
‘You think he’s broken his wrist? Oh, no, and we’re on holiday here in the middle of nowhere.’
‘I think he may have injured his elbow,’ Evanna said gently. ‘And Glenmore may be remote but we have a surprisingly large population and two excellent doctors who are used to dealing with all sorts of injuries. Try not to worry.’
The red light was showing outside Ethan Walker’s consulting room, which meant that he was back from his house call and busy catching up with his patients. She hesitated outside Logan’s door, rapped sharply and then entered when she heard his voice. ‘Sorry to bother you. I know we’ve got a backlog, but I’ve a toddler in my room who looks as though he might have a pulled elbow. His mother caught him by the arm to stop him falling off the quay.’
Logan sat back in his chair. ‘You’ve taken a look at him?’
‘He isn’t moving the arm.’
‘I’ll examine him in your room. Ethan’s back now anyway, so things are calming down.’ He rose to his feet in a fluid, athletic movement and strode across to her, strands of dark hair flopping over his forehead. His skin was bronzed from the summer sun, his eyelashes thick and dark, and Evanna quickly turned and opened the door, trying not to look at him.
She felt awkward and self-conscious in his company and despair rose inside her. Being full of good intentions was one thing, but somehow she had to communicate her new resolve to her body. She needed to stop her knees shaking and her stomach spinning.
‘I’m Dr MacNeil.’ He shook hands with the parents and then dropped into a crouch and smiled at the little boy. ‘What have you been up to, William? Trying to dive off our quay?’
