Read Heartbeat (Medical Romance) Online

Authors: Anna Ramsay

Tags: #Romance

Heartbeat (Medical Romance)

Heartbeat
by
Anna Ramsay

Who will she choose, the doctor or the priest …

PARMA MEDICAL ROMANCES

Originally published by MILLS&BOON LTD.

Heartbeat

© 2012 by Parma Medical Romances

The right of the author to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in
accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be
reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any
form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying,
recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the
copyright owners.

The characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the Author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. All the incidents are pure invention.

eBook production by Oxford eBooks Ltd.

www.oxford-ebooks.com

 

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

 

Chapter One

S
he was aware of having been dumped fully clothed on the treatment couch intended for patients. Through a haze of dizziness the young nurse sensed that two men were looming over her.

'The Sleeping Beauty!' joked one. ‘Whaddya think, Doc? If I kiss her will I turn into a frog?’ The accent was definitely Dallas— which only added to Jenni's confusion.

A deeper voice, cynical and authoritative with a faint twang of Down Under, crushed the American's enthusiasm with dry humour.

'Shouldn't recommend it. You might turn into a frog.'

A solitary tear slid from beneath Jenni's trembling eyelids and trickled down the side of her pale face onto the rough cotton pillowcase.

Somewhere above her head there was an awkward silence. The men exchanged glances.

Jenni's head was still going round and round and she didn’t dare move for fear she might faint again – all alone with two unsympathetic strangers, deep in the heart of the African bush.

* * *

After chilly London, the humidity of Dar-es-Salaam was proving a knockout, stifling and oppressive.

Every bone in her body ached with weariness, but supper at Mission Headquarters was clearly going to be a sociable affair and the long refectory table was crowded with friendly faces, all eyes focused on the English nurse who had arrived late that afternoon. Nothing for it but to keep her chin up and make an effort to look alert and interested.

I’m not the slightest bit hungry!
thought Jenni with an inward sigh.

Miss Margaret, the Mission Supervisor, lifted the lid from a big earthenware casserole. Mmm ... fish simmered in some kind of vegetable sauce ... it smelled totally delicious.

She sampled a forkful, and a beaming smile spread over her freckled face.

Miss Margaret was warming to this cheerful, uncomplaining newcomer. 'Enjoy!' she encouraged. 'You won't get much fresh fish where you're going.’

And for all her slightness, she thought as she watched the girl tucking in, this one’s got a healthy appetite. 'We use a local recipe called
samaki
, flavoured with lots of chopped coriander leaves,' she explained, rolling her rrs with relish as she ladled a second helping on to Nurse Westcott's plate.

Och yes, just the sort we need out here; a lassie who won't hesitate to roll up her sleeves and get stuck in. As for that hair and those freckles, she'll take a bit of time getting acclimatised, but she'll be all right. Only a tough nurse would volunteer to work out in the African bush.

'Ross McDonnell will be mighty glad to see you, dear. Poor man came to Africa expecting to specialise in eye surgery and found himself Dr Jack-of-all-trades.'

'I very much admire you British nurses,' murmured the dignified headmaster, clearly taken with the freckled newcomer's cloud of coppery curls and her frank, open-featured face. 'You leave your homes and cross entire continents to help Africa and the Africans. I want you to know, Miss Westcott, that our joy and gratitude is deep and sublime because you offer your hearts to humankind.'

His sincerity was touching, and Jenni felt her cheeks grow warm. What would this grave African say if he knew the truth? That she had travelled here to offer her heart, not to humankind so much as to one very special man working deep in the Tanzanian bush.

'But darling, with your colouring Africa's the last place you should be going,' Mrs Westcott had sighed, knowing only too well that once her youngest daughter's stubborn mind was made up, protesting was a waste of words. Thank goodness Paul, bless his heart, would be on hand to see the tempestuous Jenni came to no harm. Not that Jenni was a child exactly; not at twenty-four and a London-trained RGN.

On a nurse's salary a girl couldn't afford to splash out on a lot of new outfits to suit a tropical climate. Jenni could sew and knit, but what with fitting in nutrition lectures at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine alongside her demanding job as staff nurse on one of the Royal Hanoverian's paediatric wards, she was very grateful for her mother's wizardry with an electric sewing machine.

It was specially important to look stunning for Paul.

If the family had twigged what their youngest member had in mind they'd probably have hidden her passport! For Jenni was hell-bent on seduction. And the man she’d set her sights on was sister Helen's ex-fiancé, now a missionary priest in the African bush. The wedding ring, the honeymoon, the whole works, Mrs Paul Hume.
Jenni Hume
. She’d been practising that signature since she was seventeen …

This was why the African headmaster's generous words made Jenni bite her lip and drop protective lashes over eloquent golden eyes.

Of course she was distressed by the sufferings of his people;
of course
she was determined to do her bit. But there was this other very personal motive.

A trickle of sweat ran eerily down her spine. The jade shift dress with its body-skimming fit was sticking uncomfortably to her shoulder blades—even after the cool shower she'd gladly taken on arrival for this overnight stay. Everyone was being so kind, so friendly, so eager to help. The dry heat of the interior, they assured the newcomer, would prove much more tolerable: there, the nights would turn cool and even chilly. They hoped she had packed a sweater or two.

Now fatigue began to take its toll and a huge yawn told the tale.

'Great black rings under y'r eyes. Away to your bed, child, you've an early start in the mornin'. So much travelling for a wee slip of a lassie.' The Supervisor glanced up at the big round clock on the wall. 'Nine-thirty and still no sign of Dr McDonnell. Tch, tch, and he knew you'd be here today. Where can that man have got to?’

Over supper Jenni had been told that Ross McDonnell, with whom she would be working out at the Good Shepherd Mission, was an eye surgeon from a big northern hospital back in the UK; one of a team of eye specialists recruited on temporary assignment by the World Health Organisation to tackle eye problems in the Third World. Dr McDonnell had signed a nine-month contract of which three months had passed. According to Miss Margaret, he worked all hours. Accounting for his typical lateness this particular evening.

Every three weeks or so the doctor would drive the long haul to Dar-es-Salaam to demonstrate complicated techniques in eye surgery to African doctors at the city's general hospital. He would then collect fresh medical supplies for the mission station out in the wilds and spend a couple of nights at headquarters where Jenni was now
en passant
. Her arrival had fortunately coincided with one of his visits, saving the eager newcomer the discomfort of endless hours on the rickety local buses.

Jenni thought Ross McDonnell sounded a considerate and caring sort of doctor. He must be, to have volunteered for work such as this.

As for Father Paul—who while serving his curacy in her father's busy city parish had fallen deeply in love with Helen, the Vicar's eldest daughter — judging by the conversation tonight he hadn't changed one bit. An Oxford Rugby Blue with the profile of a Greek statue and the physique of an athlete, loved for his gentleness and his big kind heart … Jenni's own heart leapt in anticipation of the moment when she would set eyes on beloved Paul once again.

Staff Nurse Jennifer Westcott, RGN, was a girl with a mission. She had promised herself at the tender age of seventeen, when crazy Helen dumped Paul Hume, one day she would marry him herself.

And now she was twenty-four. And in all her wide experience—for she was a pretty and lively girl with a host of admirers—a man to equal Paul had never materialised.

From the moment the aircraft had flown over the Equator, Jenni's excitement had spiralled with the plane's steady descent.

Somewhere down there Paul would be waiting. She hadn't seen him for almost eight years, not since she was a sixth-former planning a nursing career at the same London hospital where her sisters had both trained.

What would he think of her now? An assured and responsible woman of twenty-four, volunteering her professional skills for the work of the Good Shepherd Mission.

The realisation that he wasn’t at the airport to meet her was a bit of a blow, but Jenni sensibly abandoned herself to the adventure of sorting things out for herself. She had been brought up to stand on her own two feet and was not inclined to be a worrier over trifles; all the same, when a beaming young African in a check sports jacket introduced himself and said he had been sent to escort her to Mission Headquarters, Jenni was relieved to find herself expected …

… ‘Great black rings round your eyes,’ Miss Margaret had said.
Interesting!

Back in the privacy of her room, she peered myopically at her reflection in the fly-spotted mirror. Even a back-to-back shift of eight nights on duty hadn’t put sexy shadows under those wide hazel eyes with their nondescript lashes. She leaned on the stained china washbasin to get a closer look. Two bright enough eyes stared back at her—surrounded by circles of melted mascara.

'You look like a redheaded panda,' she informed her image scornfully. 'I know you’ve been run off your feet, but why didn’t you
make
time to get your lashes dyed, like Helen said. What if Paul had caught you looking like this? And your hair's going to be a problem in this heat. There's just—' she dragged her fingers through the mass of bright curls—'too much of it.'

Rooting in her case for makeup remover the first thing that came to hand was her precious album of press cuttings. Out of the blue, homesickness struck. The realisation of it! She was going to be away from the family for six months. S
ix whole months

For the past seven years the parishioners of Holy Trinity had held coffee mornings and car boot sales to raise money to send out to Father Paul and the Good Shepherd Mission. And when the local press heard that the Vicar's youngest daughter (all three girls were trained nurses) was going out to join Paul at the Mbusa Wa Bwino, there had been a flurry of interest and articles and photographs, which Jenni had carefully collected to show to everyone at the Mission. Then there were the packets of letters and photos sent by the children of Holy Trinity Junior School to the children of Paul's African parish.

Since there was no one to see, Jenni indulged in a little private sniffle which made her nose glow and her mascara make black snail tracks down her cheeks.

She had just begun to undress when heavy footsteps came purposefully along the corridor and halted outside her door. A demanding fist beat a tattoo on the wooden panel, and struggling back into her crumpled dress, Jenni called to her impatient visitor to hang on a mo’.

Other books

The Oxford Inheritance by Ann A. McDonald
The Wapshot Scandal by Cheever, John
Black Halo by Sykes, Sam
Dominion (Alpha Domain #1) by Arabella Abbing
Driven to Date by Susan Hatler
Gypsy Girl by Kathryn James
NeedMe by Cari Quinn
SVH07-Dear Sister by Francine Pascal


readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2024