The Midwife's Marriage Proposal Page 2

  Sally Jenner had every reason to hate him.

  ‘I heard you were working in the Himalayas.’ Suddenly he wanted to know everything about her. Where she’d been, what she’d been doing. When she’d stopped crying over him.

  ‘Among other places.’ Her reply was intentionally vague and he saw the flash in those green depths and understood.

  Mind your own business, her eyes said. What do you care, anyway?

  ‘And where are you living now?’

  He needed to know. There were things he had to say to her and they certainly couldn’t be said in public.

  She ignored his question, her gaze turning to Emma who was still watching them in awed silence. ‘Sorry. This must be very boring for you and I’m sure we need to get on with some work.’

  Emma shrugged. ‘Well, if you two want to catch up, I can—’

  ‘Not at all,’ Sally interrupted her smoothly, moving away from the window and making her way towards the door. ‘We’ve said hello. It was nice to see you, Tom.’

  With a few casually spoken words she’d dismissed him as unimportant and Tom wrestled with an inexplicable impulse to power her against the wall and remind her just what they’d shared.

  But that would be a totally illogical response, of course, given that he’d been the one to walk away from their relationship.

  He’d thrown their relationship away. So why was he now questioning that decision?

  Because in thirty-four years he’d never met another woman who stirred his blood like Sally Jenner.

  It was only after she’d left the room that he realized that she hadn’t said where she was living.

  He narrowed his eyes. There was one person who would definitely know where she was living.

  His sister, Bryony.

  * * *

  ‘I can’t believe you know Tom,’ Emma breathed as they walked back down the corridor. ‘You didn’t mention it when I talked about him.’

  ‘It was a long time ago,’ Sally said smoothly, wishing desperately that she could escape for just five minutes to gather together her scattered emotions. But there was no chance of that.

  Almost as soon as they left the staffroom, one of the other midwives appeared, looking stressed.

  ‘We’ve had two admissions in the last five minutes and one of them is Angela Norris. She’s in a state.’

  Emma gave a sigh and turned to Sally. ‘Do you mind being thrown in at the deep end?’ She gave a rueful smile. ‘Angela isn’t going to be easy to look after. She’s only recently moved to the area and she’s going to need a lot of care and attention. This is her second baby. The first was born by Caesarean section and she was promised a section again in her last hospital, but Tom isn’t keen on sectioning women unless there’s no alternative. He’s told her that he wants her to aim for a normal delivery. She isn’t very happy about the whole thing, to be honest.’

  Sally felt her whole body tense. ‘So …’ She cleared her throat. ‘Tom will be monitoring her?’

  ‘Oh, yes—he’ll keep a very close eye on her, especially if he’s concerned about that scar.’

  Which meant that she’d be working with him right from the start, with no chance to collect herself.

  Sally closed her eyes briefly. What was the matter with her? She’d had seven years to collect herself. How much longer did she need? And she’d always known that taking a job in his department would mean working closely with him. She’d decided that she needed that. If only to prove to herself that she was over him. She’d decided to confront her fears head-on.

  And she was going to be fine, she told herself firmly.

  He was just a colleague, nothing more. A colleague.

  ‘I’ll be very happy to look after Angela,’ she said firmly, smiling at Emma. ‘Let’s go.’

  Angela was sitting on the bed in one of the rooms, her eyes red-rimmed from crying, a small suitcase at her feet. Her husband sat next to her, visibly tense as he held his wife’s hand and tried to calm her down.

  Sally was by her side in an instant, her expression concerned as she slipped an arm around the woman, the need to comfort instinctive in her. ‘Don’t be upset,’ she urged softly, as she quickly introduced herself to the couple. ‘Whatever the problem is, we’ll sort it out together, I promise. This is supposed to be a happy, exciting time.’

  Angela took a shuddering breath but her shoulders remained stiff under Sally’s gentle touch. ‘I really want a Caesarean section. It’s what I had last time. It’s what I was expecting. How can doctors say one thing in one place and something completely different in another? I just don’t understand it.’

  Her eyes filled again and Sally frowned slightly. ‘I can see why that must be confusing, but the most important thing is to help you relax. Then we can talk about it.’

  Angela fumbled for a tissue and blew her nose hard. ‘I want a Caesarean,’ she said emphatically, and Sally nodded.

  ‘Can you tell me why?’

  Angela closed her eyes and put a hand on her bump. ‘Because it’s safer. Oh, help, I’ve got another contraction coming.’

  She screwed up her face and concentrated on her breathing while Sally encouraged her gently, smoothing her hand over the top of Angela’s bump so that she could feel the strength of the contraction.

  ‘That feels like a very strong contraction. Is it going off?’ She felt the tightness ease under her hand and Angela nodded.

  ‘Thankfully.’ She drew in a deep breath and sighed. ‘I didn’t have any of this with my first one.’

  Sally reached for the notes and skimmed them quickly. ‘The baby was breech last time.’

  ‘That’s right. They told me I’d have to have a section right from the moment they found out, and the doctor told me at the time that if I had another baby that would be a section, too.’

  ‘Having a section last time doesn’t mean you can’t have a normal delivery this time,’ Sally said carefully, settling herself on the bed next to Angela. ‘And it isn’t necessarily safer, Angela. It depends on the circumstances. A Caesarean section is major abdominal surgery. Sometimes it’s safer for you and the baby, but generally if you can give birth the normal way then that’s preferable. Why don’t we get you settled and then we can have a proper chat?’

  Angela took several breaths. ‘The doctor in my last hospital thought a section was the right thing for me. He said it was best.’

  Sally took a deep breath. Best for whom? she wondered.

  It was certainly true that some obstetricians were quicker to perform Caesareans than others, but the reasons for that weren’t always as clear cut as they might be.

  ‘All right,’ she said firmly, ‘this is what we’re going to do. I can completely understand that it must be very confusing for you having come from a hospital saying one thing to a hospital saying another …’

  Angela looked at her. ‘And I don’t know anyone here,’ she muttered. ‘We had to move here because of Peter’s job. I knew all the midwives at the hospital in London. Here I don’t know anyone.’

  Her husband looked racked with guilt. ‘I should never have taken the job.’

  Angela sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. ‘It’s a good job, and you’ve always wanted to live here.’

  ‘A sensible man. This is a great place to live,’ Sally said lightly, taking Angela’s hand in hers and squeezing it firmly. ‘I’ll tell you a secret. I don’t know anyone either. I’m a very experienced midwife but this is my first day on this particular unit so we can bond together and keep each other company.’

  Angela gave a wobbly smile. ‘But you’ll go off duty before the baby is born.’

  Sally shook her head. ‘Not me. All that’s waiting for me at home is lots of unpacking and even more washing so, trust me on this, I’m looking for an excuse to stay at the hospital.’

  ‘Unpacking?’

  ‘I’ve been away for a while,’ Sally said with a smile. ‘I haven’t had a chance to settle back in yet.’

  Emma cle
ared her throat. ‘I’ll leave the two of you together.’ She looked at Sally. ‘I’ll let Mr Hunter know that Angela is here.’

  Angela sighed. ‘He’s the one who wants me to have it the normal way.’

  Her husband took a deep breath. ‘The guy has a brilliant reputation, Angela. I’ve talked to a few people about him. I think you should listen to what he has to say.’

  Sally was reading the notes again. ‘I agree with your husband. You need to have a proper talk with him, tell him how you feel.’

  ‘I’m useless with doctors,’ Angela mumbled. ‘They always intimidate me. Before they arrive in my room I have all these questions, and then once they’re standing there I can’t bring myself to ask any of them.’

  ‘Well I’ll be with you,’ Sally assured her, ‘and I’ll make sure that he answers all your questions and that you don’t feel intimidated. Let me know when you have another contraction because I want to listen to the baby’s heart.’

  Angela screwed up her face and sucked in a breath. ‘I’ve got another pain coming now.’

  Sally reached for the Sonicaid and the sound of the baby’s heartbeat echoed around the room.

  ‘That’s sounding good. Remember your breathing. That’s it. Great …’ Sally coached her gently, timing the contraction, and when Angela finally relaxed again she stood up. ‘Right. I’d like to examine you and see how your labour is progressing, and then I’m going to hook you up to one of our machines just for a short while. Then we’ll find Mr Hunter.’

  And that was the bit that she wasn’t looking forward to.

  * * *

  Tom finished writing up a set of notes and glanced up to find Sally standing there.

  His whole body tightened and he rose to his feet, his eyes fixed to hers.

  For a moment they stared at each other, the clinical nature of their surroundings forgotten, tension pulsing between them like a living force.

  Then she dragged her eyes away from his and took a deep breath.

  ‘I need to talk to you about Angela.’ Her tone was cool and professional, not a hint of the personal in her manner. ‘I’ve examined her and she’s four centimetres dilated, but it sounds as though she’s been in labour for a while. She’s very anxious. Her last obstetrician said that he was going to section her.’

  His brain registered the fact that she was talking about work but the rest of his body was concentrating on something entirely different. His attention was caught by her seductively long lashes and by the fullness of her perfect mouth.

  He’d been the first man to kiss that mouth.

  The first man to—

  With a determined effort he pulled himself together. ‘I’m not planning to section her. I scanned her two weeks ago to measure the thickness of the lower uterine segment and I was perfectly satisfied that she’s a good candidate for vaginal delivery this time round.’

  ‘Then you need to talk to her,’ Sally said calmly. ‘Because at the moment all she’s hearing is contradiction, and she has no reason to believe you are any more skilled than the last man she spoke to.’

  Tom frowned slightly. ‘I talked to her when I scanned her. She was fine.’

  ‘She was confused and worried.’

  ‘She didn’t say anything.’

  ‘Verbally, perhaps not. But did you read her body language?’ Her eyes held his. ‘She finds doctors intimidating. She was afraid to question you.’

  Tom tensed, significantly discomfited by her implication that he’d been insensitive to the needs of a patient.

  But, then, why would Sally believe that he was capable of sensitivity?

  He gritted his teeth and took the criticism on the chin. ‘Believe it or not, I do try to interpret what women are feeling. I certainly don’t want them worried by anything I’ve said.’

  ‘Well, she’s worried,’ Sally said flatly, ‘and at the moment she is totally convinced that what she needs is another C-section.’

  Tom inhaled sharply. ‘Caesarean rates have been steadily increasing over the last two decades,’ he said harshly. ‘Eighty per cent of women can safely deliver vaginally after a previous section, providing they meet certain criteria.’

  Her gaze didn’t flicker. ‘I’m well aware of that.’ Her voice was smoky and soft and curled around his raw emotions like the smoothest silk. ‘All I’m saying is that she’d been told she was having another Caesarean and then you told her she wasn’t, and she didn’t understand how two doctors could say such different things. She deserves an explanation. In fact, I’d go as far as to say she needs an explanation, otherwise she will be far too anxious to concentrate on her labour. She’s stressed and I’m sure you’re aware of the evidence that suggests that stress can reduce uterine activity.’

  He listened, intrigued by the change he saw in her.

  This wasn’t the Sally he’d known.

  When had she developed such poise and confidence? he wondered, his eyes sliding over the determined jut of her chin and the set of her narrow shoulders. He could remember clearly a time when she’d hung on to his every word as if he were some sort of god. When she’d been so lacking in self-confidence that she’d barely been able to make a decision without help.

  Now she stood her ground, challenging him to defend his decision without displaying a flicker of discomfort, every bit his equal.

  ‘I’ll talk to her,’ he said finally, slipping his pen into his pocket and closing the notes in which he’d been writing. ‘We’ll do it together. Then you can tell me if I’m insensitive.’

  He strolled round the desk and saw her back away hastily, as if she was afraid that he might touch her.

  The realization that he wanted to do just that came as a shock.

  For a moment their eyes held, and if they hadn’t been standing in the middle of the labour ward, in full view of anyone who happened to pass, Tom would have kissed that soft mouth that he remembered so well.

  He’d been addicted to her mouth. The look of it, the feel of it under his, the taste of it …

  ‘We need to talk, Sally,’ he said roughly. ‘In private.’

  In fact, he realized with a sudden stab of shock that he wanted to do a great deal more than talk.

  Something flickered in those green depths. ‘No.’ Her voice was low but firm and she glanced over her shoulder quickly, as if she was afraid someone might have overheard his comment. ‘We don’t need to talk.’

  Tom drew in a long breath, finding it difficult to know how to respond to this new, confident Sally.

  In the old days she would have talked.

  In the old days she couldn’t get enough of him.

  They’d talked for hours about everything and anything.

  ‘All right, then, I’ll talk and you can just listen. There are things I need to say to you.’

  They couldn’t pretend that the past hadn’t happened.

  If they were going to be able to work together effectively, then at the very least they needed to clear the air.

  She looked at him. ‘You said everything that needed to be said on the last occasion we met.’ Her gaze was clear and direct and her voice was remarkably steady. ‘And I got your message, Tom. Loud and clear.’

  CHAPTER TWO

  SALLY turned and walked back along the corridor, her legs shaking and her heart thumping.

  When she’d imagined meeting him again, part of her had wondered whether she would feel differently about Tom. Didn’t people often look back and wonder what they’d seen in their first love? She’d often wondered if that would be true of her. Would she look at Tom and wonder what all the fuss had been about?

  But now she knew that the answer to that was no.

  She could see exactly why she’d fallen for Tom and she knew that if she wasn’t careful, she could fall for him again.

  He was the sexiest man alive, with those sharp blue eyes, that brilliant brain and that unshakable self-confidence that had been such a draw when she’d been an insecure teenager.

  He’d alwa
ys been strong in every sense of the word and he was still strong.

  Reminding herself that she wasn’t insecure any more and that she didn’t need his strength, she lifted a hand to push open the door to Angela’s room, but a powerful arm slid in front of her and turned her round, backing her against the wall.

  ‘Don’t think you can avoid me for ever,’ Tom warned softly, his blue eyes burning into hers as he planted an arm to one side of her, reducing her opportunities for escape. ‘You chose to come back.’

  He was too close.

  She couldn’t cope when he was this close.

  Her nose picked up the tantalizing male smell that was Tom, and desire, long dormant, uncoiled low in her pelvis.

  She flattened herself against the wall, impossibly aware of the strength in his shoulders and the hardness of his eyes.

  ‘What are you implying?’ Her eyes sparked into his and she pushed the past to the front of her brain. She wasn’t doing this again. ‘That I came back to you? Don’t flatter yourself, Tom. I came back home. My friends are here. Friends I’ve missed. I have as much right to live here as you.’

  The fact that her friends were also his friends and family was something that she didn’t want to think about right now.

  In fact, she couldn’t think about anything much with him standing so close to her.

  She wanted to move but she couldn’t.

  Her body was pinned against the wall, trapped by the heat of his gaze and by her own weakness.

  ‘Which is why we need to talk. This is a small community, Sally. Everyone knows about our past relationship. Do you really think it’s something that we can ignore? We need to deal with it.’

  She was painfully aware of the warmth and power of his body so close to hers, of the fact that if she moved even a fraction she would be in his arms.

  And that was the last place in the world she wanted to be.

  Suddenly she found the strength she needed.

  ‘We both dealt with it seven years ago, Tom,’ she said calmly, her steady voice totally at odds with the rapid beating of her heart, ‘and people will soon get used to the idea that our relationship is purely professional now. Excuse me. I need to get back to Angela.’