The Australian's Proposal (Mills & Boon By Request): The Doctor's Marriage Wish / The Playboy Doctor's Proposal / The Nurse He's Been Waiting For by Alison Roberts, Meredith Webber Page A
Authors: Alison Roberts, Meredith Webber
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‘Of course I care!’ he snapped. ‘I’ve worked with these people for two years and become friends with a number of them. Just because I’m going home, it doesn’t mean I’ll stop thinking about them. But until something happens to change things at Wygera, these clinic runs—well, doctors and nurses will go on treating symptoms rather than the problem.’
They’d turned off the main highway onto a narrower road which ran as straight as a ruler towards a high water tower.
‘Wygera!’ Hamish said, nodding towards the tower, and gradually, beneath it, a cluster of houses became evident. Dilapidated houses for the most part, with dogs dozing in the dirt in the shade cast by gutted car bodies. Kate recognised the look—there were suburbs in Melbourne where car bodies were the equivalent of garden gnomes in front-yard decor.
Beyond the houses, the ground sloped down to where thickly grouped trees suggested a creek or a river.
But if the town had a creek or river, why would it need a swimming pool?
CHAPTER SIX
H AMISH PULLED UP in front of a small building with a table and three chairs set up outside and a group of people lounging around on logs, chairs, or small patches of grass.
‘Medicine, Wygera-style,’ he said to Kate. ‘If the weather’s good we work outside, although there are perfectly adequate examination, waiting and treatment rooms inside the building.’
He nodded towards a stand of eucalypts some distance away, where more people lay around in the shade.
‘They’re your lot. We come out a couple of times a week, and today’s well-baby day, but if you see anything that worries you, shoot the person over to me. Eye problems are the main worries with the kids, diabetes with the mums. They’ll all have their cards with them—the health worker sees them before we arrive.’
Kate accepted all this information and advice, then, as a young man opened her door with a flourish, she stepped out and looked around her.
The place was nestled in the foothills of the mountains that divided the coastal plain from the cattle country further inland. The ground was bare and rocky, with grass struggling to grow here and there, mainly in the patches of shade.
‘Your bag, ma’am,’ Hamish said, handing her a square suitcase from the back of the station wagon. ‘Scales, swabs,dressings and so on all inside, but Jake here will act as your runner if you need anything else.’
Kate took the bag, but the young man—presumably Jake—who had opened the car door lifted it out of her hand and led her towards the trees, where the shapes became women and children as Kate drew closer. Another table was set out there, with two chairs beside it, but Kate wondered if she might be better sitting on the grass with the women.
‘Sit on the chair, then the women can put babies on your knee,’ Jake told her, while another woman who Jake introduced as Millie got up from the grass and took the second chair.
‘I’m the health worker here,’ she said, unpacking the case and setting up the baby scales. ‘I do the weighing.’
‘Thanks,’ Kate said, but she glanced towards the clinic building. Strange it didn’t have its own scales.
‘People take them to weigh fish and potatoes and bananas, not so good afterwards for babies,’ Millie said, while Kate wondered if people in North Queensland had a special ability to read minds or if she’d always been so easy to read.
Though Hamish was a Scot, not a North Queenslander.
She almost glanced towards him, but remembered Millie and caught herself just in time.
‘I’m Kate,’ she said to the assembled throng, then she took her chair. ‘Now, who’s first?’
Some of the women giggled, and there was general shuffling, but Millie called a name and a pretty girl in blue jeans and a short tight top came forward, a tiny baby in her arms.
Kate looked at the girl’s flat stomach, complete with navel ring, and decided she couldn’t possibly have had a child, but
‘Of course I care!’ he snapped. ‘I’ve worked with these people for two years and become friends with a number of them. Just because I’m going home, it doesn’t mean I’ll stop thinking about them. But until something happens to change things at Wygera, these clinic runs—well, doctors and nurses will go on treating symptoms rather than the problem.’
They’d turned off the main highway onto a narrower road which ran as straight as a ruler towards a high water tower.
‘Wygera!’ Hamish said, nodding towards the tower, and gradually, beneath it, a cluster of houses became evident. Dilapidated houses for the most part, with dogs dozing in the dirt in the shade cast by gutted car bodies. Kate recognised the look—there were suburbs in Melbourne where car bodies were the equivalent of garden gnomes in front-yard decor.
Beyond the houses, the ground sloped down to where thickly grouped trees suggested a creek or a river.
But if the town had a creek or river, why would it need a swimming pool?
CHAPTER SIX
H AMISH PULLED UP in front of a small building with a table and three chairs set up outside and a group of people lounging around on logs, chairs, or small patches of grass.
‘Medicine, Wygera-style,’ he said to Kate. ‘If the weather’s good we work outside, although there are perfectly adequate examination, waiting and treatment rooms inside the building.’
He nodded towards a stand of eucalypts some distance away, where more people lay around in the shade.
‘They’re your lot. We come out a couple of times a week, and today’s well-baby day, but if you see anything that worries you, shoot the person over to me. Eye problems are the main worries with the kids, diabetes with the mums. They’ll all have their cards with them—the health worker sees them before we arrive.’
Kate accepted all this information and advice, then, as a young man opened her door with a flourish, she stepped out and looked around her.
The place was nestled in the foothills of the mountains that divided the coastal plain from the cattle country further inland. The ground was bare and rocky, with grass struggling to grow here and there, mainly in the patches of shade.
‘Your bag, ma’am,’ Hamish said, handing her a square suitcase from the back of the station wagon. ‘Scales, swabs,dressings and so on all inside, but Jake here will act as your runner if you need anything else.’
Kate took the bag, but the young man—presumably Jake—who had opened the car door lifted it out of her hand and led her towards the trees, where the shapes became women and children as Kate drew closer. Another table was set out there, with two chairs beside it, but Kate wondered if she might be better sitting on the grass with the women.
‘Sit on the chair, then the women can put babies on your knee,’ Jake told her, while another woman who Jake introduced as Millie got up from the grass and took the second chair.
‘I’m the health worker here,’ she said, unpacking the case and setting up the baby scales. ‘I do the weighing.’
‘Thanks,’ Kate said, but she glanced towards the clinic building. Strange it didn’t have its own scales.
‘People take them to weigh fish and potatoes and bananas, not so good afterwards for babies,’ Millie said, while Kate wondered if people in North Queensland had a special ability to read minds or if she’d always been so easy to read.
Though Hamish was a Scot, not a North Queenslander.
She almost glanced towards him, but remembered Millie and caught herself just in time.
‘I’m Kate,’ she said to the assembled throng, then she took her chair. ‘Now, who’s first?’
Some of the women giggled, and there was general shuffling, but Millie called a name and a pretty girl in blue jeans and a short tight top came forward, a tiny baby in her arms.
Kate looked at the girl’s flat stomach, complete with navel ring, and decided she couldn’t possibly have had a child, but
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