Mail Order Bride: A Bride for the Doctor (Bozeman Brides Book 4) by Emily Woods
Authors: Emily Woods
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Chapter 1
“ I ’m sorry , but I just don’t think it’s right!” declared the woman in her mid-thirties hotly. Dr. Geoffrey Wilson had just asked her to remove her dress so that he could examine her. She had stated that she believed herself to be pregnant and he wanted to conduct a thorough examine.
“Mrs. Lewis, I am only trying to determine the cause of your previous miscarriages. I assure you that I’m not doing anything improper.”
Geoff had come to Bozeman over a year before to fill in for the old doctor who had decided to retire, but the women of the town had yet to trust him when it came to intimate matters.
“And I assure you that Dr. Green never asked me to take my clothing off during an examination!” Her indignation was palpable. With her back upright and her arms wrapped around her midsection, Mrs. Lewis looked as though she thought Geoff would rip her clothes from her body if she didn’t comply.
“Yes, I know, but Dr. Green went to medical school a very long time ago,” he explained aloud, but in fact, he wasn’t sure if the old man had gone at all. More likely he’d gained all his information about the human body from another doctor which had been the way of things fifty years before.
When he’d first entered the surgery, there wasn’t a medical diploma anywhere in sight. He’d been reluctant to hang his own diploma for fear of seeming pretentious, but his friend, the town’s bank manager had urged him to do so.
“Times are changing, Geoff,” Theodore Jefferson had pronounced firmly. “People need to get used to it here just like everywhere else.”
So, he’d hung it up in an inconspicuous corner, but it had still been the object of much scrutiny.
He wanted to refer to it now as a means of validating his methods, but Mrs. Lewis didn’t look to be the type who would be impressed by such a thing.
“Ma’am, I do believe that I can be a help if you let me examine you more thoroughly, but I understand your reluctance.” When he noticed a softening in her posture, he continued. “Would you feel more comfortable if your sister were to come in here with you? That way you wouldn’t feel that there was anything inappropriate going on.”
The woman’s lips were still pressed into a firm line, but he could see that she was considering the idea. From her records, he could see that she’d lost two babies already. He suspected an incompetent or weakened cervix from the description of her other miscarriages, but he needed to do a somewhat invasive exam in order to find out. She was in the beginning of her second trimester, so he should be able to determine if this was the cause or not.
“It may increase the chances of your being able to carry this baby to full term,” he stated persuasively, trying to look all of his twenty-nine years and more. Following a nearly seventy-year-old doctor was not an easy feat. Most people in the town looked upon Geoff as a child and barely let him dispense medicine for common ailments.
He could see that she was relenting. Mrs. Lewis gave a brief nod of her head, and he went out to the waiting room to talk to her sister. Thankfully, the older woman was very sensible.
“Anything that’ll help Shirley carry this baby,” she declared.
“The exam is very personal,” he warned. “It may seem indecent, so if you’d like to consult other people in the community first, I fully understand.”
He’d heard of other doctors who’d been run out of other towns for taking what others thought to be liberties with young women. In truth, the exam would require him to inspect certain parts of the patient’s anatomy that only her own mother and husband would have seen.
“No. I trust you,” she said confidently. “I don’t think you’re going to engage in any tomfoolery with me being present.” With that, she pushed open the interior door and began to lightly scold her younger sister. “Now Shirley, this here doctor went to a fine medical school where
“ I ’m sorry , but I just don’t think it’s right!” declared the woman in her mid-thirties hotly. Dr. Geoffrey Wilson had just asked her to remove her dress so that he could examine her. She had stated that she believed herself to be pregnant and he wanted to conduct a thorough examine.
“Mrs. Lewis, I am only trying to determine the cause of your previous miscarriages. I assure you that I’m not doing anything improper.”
Geoff had come to Bozeman over a year before to fill in for the old doctor who had decided to retire, but the women of the town had yet to trust him when it came to intimate matters.
“And I assure you that Dr. Green never asked me to take my clothing off during an examination!” Her indignation was palpable. With her back upright and her arms wrapped around her midsection, Mrs. Lewis looked as though she thought Geoff would rip her clothes from her body if she didn’t comply.
“Yes, I know, but Dr. Green went to medical school a very long time ago,” he explained aloud, but in fact, he wasn’t sure if the old man had gone at all. More likely he’d gained all his information about the human body from another doctor which had been the way of things fifty years before.
When he’d first entered the surgery, there wasn’t a medical diploma anywhere in sight. He’d been reluctant to hang his own diploma for fear of seeming pretentious, but his friend, the town’s bank manager had urged him to do so.
“Times are changing, Geoff,” Theodore Jefferson had pronounced firmly. “People need to get used to it here just like everywhere else.”
So, he’d hung it up in an inconspicuous corner, but it had still been the object of much scrutiny.
He wanted to refer to it now as a means of validating his methods, but Mrs. Lewis didn’t look to be the type who would be impressed by such a thing.
“Ma’am, I do believe that I can be a help if you let me examine you more thoroughly, but I understand your reluctance.” When he noticed a softening in her posture, he continued. “Would you feel more comfortable if your sister were to come in here with you? That way you wouldn’t feel that there was anything inappropriate going on.”
The woman’s lips were still pressed into a firm line, but he could see that she was considering the idea. From her records, he could see that she’d lost two babies already. He suspected an incompetent or weakened cervix from the description of her other miscarriages, but he needed to do a somewhat invasive exam in order to find out. She was in the beginning of her second trimester, so he should be able to determine if this was the cause or not.
“It may increase the chances of your being able to carry this baby to full term,” he stated persuasively, trying to look all of his twenty-nine years and more. Following a nearly seventy-year-old doctor was not an easy feat. Most people in the town looked upon Geoff as a child and barely let him dispense medicine for common ailments.
He could see that she was relenting. Mrs. Lewis gave a brief nod of her head, and he went out to the waiting room to talk to her sister. Thankfully, the older woman was very sensible.
“Anything that’ll help Shirley carry this baby,” she declared.
“The exam is very personal,” he warned. “It may seem indecent, so if you’d like to consult other people in the community first, I fully understand.”
He’d heard of other doctors who’d been run out of other towns for taking what others thought to be liberties with young women. In truth, the exam would require him to inspect certain parts of the patient’s anatomy that only her own mother and husband would have seen.
“No. I trust you,” she said confidently. “I don’t think you’re going to engage in any tomfoolery with me being present.” With that, she pushed open the interior door and began to lightly scold her younger sister. “Now Shirley, this here doctor went to a fine medical school where
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