A Consultant Claims His Bride

And you will be again, her heart whispered, so enough of the moping, enough of the self-pity.

‘What kind of extra event are they putting on?’ she asked, determinedly bright.

‘An amateur talent contest.’

Nell’s mouth fell open. ‘You’re kidding.’

‘Nope. You know, Katie really is doing very well,’ he continued, replacing the clipboard. ‘Her BP’s stable, her heart rate’s good and her breathing is excellent, considering how premature she was at birth. I don’t want to be over-optimistic, but it’s looking good.’

‘And I don’t want to be over-critical,’ Nell declared, ‘but surely if the committee is going to hold a talent contest, one of the essentials is having people with some talent willing to perform.’

‘According to Liz, her husband Sandy plays all the classic symphonies on his harmonica.’

Nell pressed her lips together. ‘That should make for a fun night out.’

‘And Mr Portman is apparently more than willing to perform some magic tricks.’

‘Andrew Portman from Orthopaedics?’ she exclaimed. ‘Jonah, he gets lost between his own department and the canteen.’

‘In that case, I can’t wait for him to perform his vanishing trick.’

For a second she managed to restrain herself, but only for a second.

‘Oh, Jonah,’ she whooped. ‘I’m going to have to buy a ticket for this, if only for the unintentional comedy.’

‘If it will help to make you laugh again, I’ll insist they hold a talent contest every week,’ he said softly, and she shook her head at him.

‘Will you stop worrying about me? I’m fine, apart from the fact that the whole of the Belfield staff seems to know I’m not engaged any more.’

‘I didn’t say anything,’ he said with alarm, and she put her hand on his arm and smiled.

‘I know you didn’t, but it doesn’t really matter who started the rumour because I’ve been thinking about what you said. About it being a bad idea for me to sit about moping at home, so I’ve decided—’

‘Sorry to interrupt,’ Bea declared as she joined them, ‘but Rob Kelly’s in your consulting room, Jonah, and he’d like a word.’

An uncharacteristic look of irritation appeared on Jonah’s face.

‘OK, Bea, but don’t think this means you’re off the hook, Nell. I want to know what you’ve decided so no leaving the hospital tonight until you’ve told me, OK?’

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