This wee story, The Mask has 9 chapters and will be published in 3 parts. All three parts have been completed and sent to Crystal. I hope you enjoy it and I apologise in advance for medical terms, procedures and other thingies I have gotten terribly wrong.

I apologise also to all Americans as I have only visited your country once on a holiday and yet I have the unmitigated gall to set the story there. ;)

Carmenica

 

The Mask

Carmenica Diaz

2004 ã Carmenica Diaz

 

Part 4 On the Road Again

The farewell the next day was tearful. I tried to tell myself this was what I had worked for over the past year, but it didn't make it any better.

The base hospital team gave me a blue cap with M.D. on it and we all hugged. They were great guys and I was going to miss working with them.

Brenda, Kristine and I hugged each other, and I was crying freely when I finally drove away. I had Brenda's cell phone number programmed into mine and both Kristine and Brenda had made me promise to come see them again.

However, I knew I would probably never see them again. When I had changed back to Jack, they wouldn't understand or even know me. That thought made me burst into tears once again and through gritted teeth, I cursed the hormones within me. I was looking forward to being a man again, I told myself, it would take time to do my research, but I will achieve my goal so I can return to my safe, stable and predictable life.

I didn't know where I was going and just drove South down the highway, planning to end up in Atlanta and start looking for work at the teaching hospitals. I stayed the night in a large motel and decided to have my first drink for a long time in the bar. Out of habit, I changed into a dress, did my hair and face and walked in. The woman behind the bar smiled and I ordered a drink.

'Put the lady's drink on my tab,' a heavy man on a stool at the bar called, smiling at me.

'That's very nice,' I smiled, 'but I couldn't.' Before he could open his mouth, I quickly paid the woman and sipped the drink through the straw. I almost spluttered but managed to contain it. Jack had always drunk whisky, but this was terrible!

'Don't like it?' the woman asked with a smile.

I grinned foolishly. 'A friend suggested it, but it's a bit harsh.'

'Let me swap it for you,' she said as she whisked the drink away.

Moments later she was back with a cocktail glass with a green liquid in it, a slice of lemon on the side. I pulled open my purse and looked at her but she waved it away. 'No charge, I don't get much call for cocktails here, so it's a pleasure. Tell me what you think.'

She moved away to serve another customer and I cautiously sipped the cocktail through the straw. 'What do you think?'

'It's delicious,' I smiled, and it really was. I suddenly noticed that the bar was now crowded with men who had moved from the tables to the stools. All of them were smiling at me and I sighed inwardly. Brenda had warned me about how attractive I was to men, and I had thought she was exaggerating but, apparently, she hadn't. Another curse I had to learn to live with!

A big man pushed through and stood looking down at me, his beer belly almost touching me. 'Hi there, little lady. What brings you down here?'

'I'm just travelling through,' I said, looking around for a way out of the bar and back to my room.

'Are you in sales?'

'Medicine,' I said, turning away and getting off the stool.

'Pharmaceutical sales?' he boomed.

'No,' I said, peeved, 'I'm actually a doctor. And you,' I said pointing at his flushed cheeks, 'should get your doctor to test your blood pressure.' There was small ripple of laughter and I escaped, leaving my half finished cocktail on the bar.

I was fuming when I returned to my room. This is ridiculous, I swore, I can't even go for a drink on my own and my tastebuds are shot! I ordered room service and watched a movie on the television. The truth was after being surrounded with people for such a long time, I was feeling incredibly vulnerable and alone, maybe even lonely. What in the hell is happening to me?

Be calm, I told myself, once you begin work on changing back, you'll be fine. With that thought, I snapped the light off and slept fitfully in my first night of freedom.

The next morning I rummaged through my clothes and decided on shorts, a white sleeveless top, sneakers and half socks. I whisked my hair into a ponytail and threaded it through the hole in the back of the M.D. cap the guys had given me. I told myself that I'd have my hair cut short soon and be back in trousers permanently. The thought that I wouldn't be able to style my hair if it was cut really short popped into my mind and I quickly pushed it out again.

It was beginning to heat up and I drove for most of the morning. Somehow, I had driven off the highway and was now travelling on smaller and smaller roads. The map was useless, I couldn't figure out where I was, and decided to keep driving until I found a town.

The country flattened and the dusty road I was driving down was suddenly parallel to a large river. Pulling over at a crossroads I saw a sign that pointed to a town called Indian Mask and it was only twenty miles further on. Suddenly, I relaxed, threw the stupid map into the back seat and realised just how worried I had been at being lost.

Grinning, I said, 'Silly woman,' to myself and reached for the radio button. Wait a minute, I immediately thought, what did I call myself? You can stop acting now, I told myself, there's no one who knows you here.

The radio station was playing oldies mixed with country music and I sang softly to myself as I drove along, enjoying the peaceful countryside, the green fields, willows hanging by the water and a few horses running free in their fenced lots.

The road curved and I was later thankful I was driving slowly when I turned the curve. A pickup was on its side across the road. A boat trailer connected to it was at twisted angle, the wooden boat splintered and dangling from it.

The accident must have occurred minutes before because I saw a man groggily waving at me with both arms, warning me to stop. Even from that distance, I could see a trickle of blood on his forehead and his nose looked bloody.

Parking off the road, I grabbed my medical bag and jumped out, rushing over to the man. 'My daughter's hurt,' he cried out to me as I ran closer. 'We have to get help, she's hurt bad.'

'Okay, okay,' I soothed, quickly looking him over. He had a gash on his forehead, a broken nose and cut lip, and his face was pale. 'I'm a doctor, where is she?'

'Doctor?' He looked me up and down.

'Do you want to see my license, or do you want me to see your daughter?' I snapped.

She was in the pick-up and I guessed she had a broken arm and it looked like a deep cut on her left leg. 'Hello, honey,' I said softly as I clambered in, 'what's your name?' I guessed she was about eight or nine and was dressed in shorts and tee shirt.

'Lou,' she said, white faced as she stared at me.

'Is that short for Louise?' I asked as I closely examined her leg. It was a long cut, but no real muscle damage, and she'd be okay after stitches.

'Yes,' she murmured, watching me as I wrapped her leg quickly. 'Are you a doctor?'

'Yes, and you're going to be okay, Lou.' I brushed her hair from her eyes. 'I'm going to strap your arm to your chest so we can move you. It might hurt a little so I want you to be brave, okay?'

'Okay,' she said in a low voice. 'What's your name?'

'Jacquie,' I said, preparing the bandages, conscious her father was watching through the window. A least he didn't pepper me with questions. 'It's short for Jacqueline.'

Lou smiled and began to close her eyes. 'No, Lou,' I said quickly, 'don't close your eyes, honey. Look at me, sweetheart,' I ordered, worried about internal injuries, and she opened her eyes again. 'Now, here we go,' I said softly and I worked quickly. She grunted in pain and I saw her eyes sparkle with tears but I strapped her arm successfully.

Leaning down, I kissed her forehead. 'You are such a brave girl, Lou. I'm going to call you tough Lou from now on.' She weakly smiled at that and I ran my hands over her, checking for any other injuries.

Her father asked a question at last. 'Is she okay?'

I nodded and turned back to Lou. 'You keep your eyes open while I check your Dad, okay?'

'Okay, Jacquie,' she said and I crawled out of the car and quickly checked his eyes and the cuts.

'Anything that really hurts?' I asked.

'Everything,' he said ruefully and I smiled.

'I think you'll live but you'll need stitches. Can you drive my car?' He nodded and I decided to risk it. 'We need to get Lou in the back seat and I'll stay with her while you drive. You know the way I guess, I'll just get lost. Is there a hospital here?'

'There's a small surgery at Indian Mask but the…'

'That'll do,' I said briskly.

Lou was tough again when we moved her and soon her father was driving like a maniac down the dusty road. 'I can see how you had an accident,' I said. 'Does your Daddy always drive this fast?' I said loudly. He heard me and slowed down a little.

'It was a cow, Jacquie,' Lou said. 'A cow ran in front of us and Daddy tried not to hit it.'

I kept her talking and soon we were driving down a sealed street that soon became the main street of the small town of Indian Mask. Small being the operative word although it was really pretty, the sort of town that you saw in old fashioned movies.

We drove past the courthouse, the churches, the stores and the gas station until we came to a big rambling house with a picket fence. The sign that stood in the middle of the lawn said 'Doctor William Johnson'.

'Bring her in,' I said to the father, 'and I'll brief Doctor Johnson.'

'But…' he said, but I briskly walked up onto the porch and through the screen door.

The front door led to what I guessed was a waiting room, even though it was deserted. The reception desk was deserted so I rang the bell.

'Can I help you?' A large black woman with wire spectacles appeared, looking at me in a puzzled way.

'There's been an accident and a young girl has a broken arm and a cut leg. Is the doctor here?'

Lou was brought in by her father and said, glancing at the black woman, 'I tried to tell her there isn't a doctor here.'

'There isn't a doctor?' I looked at her, puzzled and she shrugged.

'The nearest one is sixty five miles away.'

'But the sign?'

'Doctor Johnson passed on three months ago,' the woman said gently, 'we just haven't gotten around to taking the sign down.'

Lou suddenly said, 'It hurts, Jacquie.'

'I know, sweetheart,' I said softly. 'Is there a surgery here?' I asked the woman. 'I'm a doctor.'

She looked at me in surprise. 'Yes, nothing has been moved, the town's kept it ready for a new doctor as soon as we find him.'

I sighed, took my cap off and started winding my hair into a bun. 'Can I use the surgery to set her arm?'

She studied me. 'Are you sure you're a doctor?'

'She's pretty good, Eleanor,' Lou's father pleaded, 'Lou's in pain here.'

'Ok,' Eleanor agreed at last, 'it's through there.'

I washed up and I was surprised to see Eleanor in a scrub smock, ready to assist. She watched me keenly as I set the arm and began applying the cast. I casually told her to finish up the cast, apply a sling while I stitched the leg. It was all local anesthetic and Lou grimaced a little but was great, I kept telling her so and making jokes as I worked. She giggled at some things, laughed at others and I saw even Eleanor cracked a smile.

'There you go, angel,' I said with a smile. 'I'd better check your Dad, the brave cow protector.' She giggled again and I asked Eleanor, 'Can you finish the bandaging?'

She smiled. 'Of course, Doctor.'

Lou's father asked immediately, 'Is she alright?'

'She's fine. Just let me work on you and you can see her.'

'Thank God,' he said and I smiled as I sat him down. His hair was dark and curly, his face was unshaven and he was lean and muscular.

'So you're Jacquie?' he asked as I cleaned the cut and I nodded. 'I'm Scott Carson. Thanks for everything you've done. Ow,' he suddenly grimaced.

'Nearly finished, though I can't do much more for the nose,' I said after fixing a strip over the bridge to keep it straight.

He shrugged. 'It's been broken before.'

'Stand up and undo your shirt,' I said. His chest was muscular but not hairy, just a few tufts of hair with a thin trail from his navel heading south. There were no broken ribs and everything seemed okay. 'Everything seems fine. You can go see her now.'

I washed up and was brushing my hair out when Eleanor poked her head around the corner. 'Cup of coffee, doctor?'

'I'm dying for a cup,' I said, rolling my eyes and she laughed.

After all the tests I could run gave them a clean bill of health apart form the obvious injuries, Scott and Lou left. I waved goodbye and sat on the porch, steaming mug of coffee in my hand. 'You did good work in there, doctor,' Eleanor said, sitting beside me. 'I'm Eleanor,' she said, flashing a grin.

'Jacquie.' I sipped the coffee. 'This is a beautiful town, so peaceful.'

'We think so. Are you on vacation?'

'Kind of, but I got lost. I thought I could read the map but I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.'

She laughed. 'I think Scott and Lou will thank the Lord you were lost.'

A tall thin man hurried through the gate and up the path. 'Here's trouble,' Eleanor whispered with a wink.

'Hi, Eleanor,' he said, eyes on me. 'And you must be the doctor? I'm the Mayor, Ron Tomlinson.'

'Jacqueline Rhodes. It obviously doesn't take long for word to get around.'

'You better believe it,' Eleanor said.

'Are you staying long in Indian Mask, Doctor Rhodes?'

I was suddenly conscious I was wearing shorts and the Mayor's eyes kept drifting all over me. 'Probably just tonight if I can find a motel. There is a motel, isn't there?'

'Of course, but why don't you stay here tonight, you're most welcome.' Ron said. 'The surgery and the house is owned by the city and is vacant until we find a doctor. As I said, you'd be most welcome, and it's our way of thanking you.'

'Well, I don't know…'

'Why not Jacquie?' Eleanor said with a smile. 'It's clean and comfortable and it's not being used.'

I shrugged; it was probably better than a motel. 'Okay, why not?'

'Great!' Ron beamed.

'I'll show you where everything is,' Eleanor said and stood up. Ron took that as his cue and walked off whistling.

'It'll be nice to have someone here again,' Eleanor said as she showed me the bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom. 'Now, will you be cooking tonight?'

I looked around the big kitchen. 'Probably not.'

'Then it's the diner, you can't miss it, and it's on the main street.'

'Isn't this the main street?

'Yep, that's why you can't miss it.' We laughed. 'I'll come by in the morning.'

After a long relaxing soak in the big bathtub, I dressed in jeans, a casual sleeveless top and sandals, did my face and, with my hair loose and my handbag over my shoulder, strolled down the street, smelling the jasmine in the air.

A woman was watering her garden as I walked past, a ginger cat on the picket fence watching the stream of clear water from the hose. 'Good evening, Doctor,' she called and I blinked in surprise. This is a small town, I told myself, and word gets around.

'Hi,' I called, 'it's a beautiful evening,' I added, just for something to say.

'It is. Welcome to Indian Mask. I'm Rhoda Simpson, my husband runs the gas station.' She turned the hose off and drew closer. 'Doctor, I know you're just passing through but Jim has this cut that's become infected but he won't take time off to go over to the County. He's a stubborn thing, you know what men are like, but I'm worried.'

I smiled. 'Send him by tomorrow morning Mrs. Simpson, first thing, and I'll look at it before I leave.'

The diner was crowded, I could hear the hum of conversation from the street, but it died immediately I walked through the door, the bell jangling loudly in the suddenly silent room.

Ron Tomlinson rushed forward. 'Doctor Rhodes,' he greeted me enthusiastically, 'welcome. Let me introduce you.' He took me by the arm and began introducing me to people until I was hopelessly confused.

'Are you really a doctor?' A big man in a sweat stained uniform asked and it was plain he was the sheriff.

'Are you really the sheriff?' I countered and everyone laughed.

'Yes I am,' he said, producing his wallet, 'here are my credentials.' I read the identity card, Sheriff John Hopkins.

I sighed, rummaged in my handbag for my purse and found my registration and license. 'Here's mine.'

He read it aloud. 'Doctor Jacqueline Rhodes, guess you're a doctor,' he said with a lopsided grin handing it back.

'Good, otherwise you'd arrest me for illegally setting broken arms?'

'It's just you look pretty young.'

'Young and pretty,' someone called out and there were a few chuckles.

'Keep quiet, Donny,' another voice called, 'young Scott saw her first.'

More laughter and a thin woman rushed over, pushing herself in front of the sheriff. 'I'm Alice, Doctor. This is my place. Ignore them and come and have something to eat.' She led me over to a table with red-checkered tablecloth. 'We can cook steak anyway you like it or, if you prefer something light, we have some fresh fish just caught this afternoon. I could grill a piece for you?'

'Thanks Alice, that sounds perfect.'

I looked around the room as the steady conversation returned. It was nice, really nice and comfortable with the steady aromas leaking from the kitchen, laughter and joking and, once in a while, the tinkle of glasses.

It was strange but I felt at home and so relaxed. After all that time at the complex, pretending to be someone I wasn't, it was a pleasure to relax and be to be me.

They left me alone, although I could feel their eyes on me every now and again, but they didn't intrude. Alice chatted to me a little bit and Ron came over at the end of the meal and asked if he could stop by the next day to discuss a proposition.

I guessed he was going to try to talk me into staying and told him it was a waste of his time, but he insisted.

'Okay,' I agreed, 'but I'm leaving tomorrow.'

That night, I called Brenda and told her where I was and what had happened. She listened carefully, asking a question occasionally and when I finished, she asked, 'Is Scott cute?'

Cute, was he cute, I wondered, was he? 'Maybe but he's married. His daughter is a great kid, though.'

'Hmmm,' Brenda said. 'Call me soon, we all miss you.'

'I miss you too,' I said and it wasn't a lie.

 

Part 5 Indian Mask

I woke up to the smell of coffee and eggs cooking. Remembering I was seeing the guy from the gas station before I began driving again, I decided against shorts, even though they would be more comfortable in the car, and dressed in the same jeans I wore the night before with a dark blue top and sneakers.

I was halfway through my hair and my face before I realized what I was doing. Shrugging, I told myself I might as well continue, what was the harm?

Eleanor was cooking in the kitchen when I walked in. 'Good morning,' I greeted her. 'You didn't have to do that.'

'I don't mind. I used to cook breakfast for Doc Johnson, so it's kind of nice doing it again.'

'Okay,' I smiled, 'you talked me into it. Mrs. Simpson asked me to see her husband before I go,' I said after swallowing a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

'I know,' she said with a sly grin, 'he's in the waiting room.'

'Already?'

'Jim's nervous about going to doctors, he hates it, so Rhoda must have seriously threatened him to make him come in,' she said with a wink. 'I think he's been told go see the doc or miss out for a long time, if you know what I mean.'

I choked on my scrambled eggs and laughed. 'I see.'

I finished, had a cup of coffee and glanced around the door into the waiting room and froze, the room was full of people! 'What's going on?' I whispered to Eleanor, pushing her back into the kitchen. 'What do these people want?'

'They want to see a doctor,' she said.

'Is this some sort of trick, Eleanor? Is this Ron's idea?'

'Jacquie,' Eleanor said seriously, hand on my shoulder while she looked deep into my eyes, 'Indian Mask hasn't had a doctor for over five months and word got around that you were seeing Jim so…'

'People thought they might come around as well?'

She nodded. 'Jacquie, are you in a hurry to get somewhere? I mean, if you weren't, you could at least see the urgent ones before you go.'

Part of me wanted to say, no, I'm out of here, look after yourselves, sister! On the other hand, I remembered the smiles at the diner, the feeling of relaxation and the look of hope on the faces of the people in the waiting room.

I laughed softly, surrendering. 'And I suppose they're all urgent?'

'Could be,' Eleanor said with a grin.

It was strange but I didn't want to disappoint Eleanor and what did it matter if I delayed my trip for a while? Where was I going, anyway? I shook my head. 'You going to stick around?'

'I wouldn't miss this for the world, a young feisty female doctor in this town! Besides, somebody has to update the files, collect the fees. Here, doctor,' she said, handing me a file, 'your first patient file.'

Grinning, I walked out into the waiting room and the murmured conversation stopped as everyone looked at me expectantly. 'Good morning, I'm Jacquie Rhodes and I guess I'll be seeing you all before I go.' They broke into smiles, and I looked at the patient's file. 'Jim Simpson?'

A big man got up and walked slowly across the floor towards me and I stuck my hand out. 'Hi Jim. Don't worry, I don't bite,' I said as I led him away, 'Much!' and I winked to the other waiting patients. They were chuckling as I shut the door.

The doctor's surgery was a comfortable room with a big old fashioned desk, bay window with light curtains, bookshelves, a fire place and, of course the examination area.

'Now, Doc,' he began.

'Call me Jacquie, Jim,' I said, 'where's this cut Rhoda is worried about?'

Sheepishly he pointed to his leg. It was a long gash and severely infected so I had to clean it thoroughly before I stitched. He grimaced and then pulled his pants back up. 'Thanks, Jacquie,' he said swinging off the examination table and buckling his belt.

'Step on those scales, Jim,' I said, pointing at them.

'What for?'

'What do you think?' I said with a smile. 'I want your weight. I see from this file you haven't been here for three years.'

'Well, if I ain't been sick …'

'Have you heard of preventative maintenance? Don't you tell people to have their motor cars serviced regularly?'

'Yeah,' he said warily.

'Pretty important to do that, is it?' He nodded. 'It's more important to check yourself out regularly, Jim. Now, tell me your weight.'

At the end of the basic examination I wrote a prescription out and gave it to him. 'This is for the leg and this,' I gave him a sealed envelope, 'is for Rhoda.'

He was puzzled. 'What is this?'

'Never you mind, and I'm going to ask Rhoda if she got it and if it was opened, okay?'

He shrugged as if to say, women! 'Okay, doc,' he said resigned. 'Thanks again.'

I smiled and walked out to the waiting room and to my surprise, the number of people had increased, there were even people seated on the porch. It was going to be a busy morning.

Steadily, I worked through the patients and had no trouble; even the most cantankerous males seemed to accept me although they looked at me with suspicion until I proved I knew what I was talking about.

Mid-morning, Eleanor came in between patients with a coffee and smiled as she put it on the desk. 'You okay, Jacquie?'

'Sure,' I said, 'don't tell Ron, but I'm kind of enjoying it.'

Eleanor laughed and then told me I had some visitors. Scott and Lou were standing by the screen door and Lou had a big bunch of flowers in her hand, her other arm still in the sling.

'What's this?' I asked, squatting down so I was level with her eyes.

'These are for you,' she said formally, pushing the flowers into my hand, 'to say thank you for helping us.'

I was conscious that everyone in the waiting room could hear and were all watching. 'My pleasure,' I murmured, 'how's the arm?'

'Itchy,' she complained, and I smiled.

'You'll have to put up with that for a while, I'm afraid. Should be easy for someone as tough as you.'

'Sign my arm, Jacquie,' Lou said with a grin and I noticed that Scott had already written something on the cast.

'Sure,' I said and wrote my name and drew a little heart next to it. For a moment, a thought flashed within me, asking why I did that, but I shook my head, ignoring it.

Lou surprised me then by suddenly kissing my cheek and hugging me. When she let me go she stood back next to her father, so I stood and smiled at him. 'We just wanted to stop by and say thanks,' he quickly said, twisting his cap in his hands. 'We'd better get going. Thanks again.'

'No problem,' I said, watching them go until Eleanor gently pushed a file under my arm. 'Okay,' I said, reading it, 'Mary-Jane Brown?'

The morning continued with a steady stream of patients until Eleanor stood in the waiting room and informed everyone that, 'The doctor is going to have a break for lunch, I suggest you do the same.'

We sat at the kitchen table and ate the sandwiches Eleanor had made. 'It seems to be going okay,' I said, reaching for the glass of iced lemonade.

'Are you kidding?'

'What?' I asked, alarmed. 'Is there a problem?'

'No,' Eleanor laughed, 'you're a big hit. It's already around town how you wrote a note to Rhoda to change Jim's diet. She's tickled pink about it.'

'It's his blood pressure…'

She nodded. 'Doc Johnson tried to get him to change and Jim always said he would but never did. The fact that you sent a note to Rhoda has pleased the ladies of the town no end.' Eleanor grinned and then said slyly, 'Lou's a bright young thing, isn't she?' I nodded agreement and sat back feeling full and relaxed. 'Pity about her mother, though.'

She had my interest and knew it. 'Her mother?' I asked at last.

'It's a sad story,' she said as she cleared the table.

'Come on Eleanor,' I said in exasperation when she didn't say anymore. 'Why is it sad?'

'Her mother, Betty, ran off when Lou was just four. Betty was always a wild thing, we often wondered what Scott saw in her, but that's the way it was. They were real young when they married and it was because they had to. I think Scott was only nineteen when Louise was born. One day, Betty just took off, left a note and was gone. She sent postcards for a while, the last one was from England or somewhere.'

'Poor Lou,' I said softly.

'Scott took it pretty hard, he hasn't been near a woman since, just devotes himself to Lou and those fancy boats he builds. Scott's mother helped but she was taken by cancer last year and now it's just Scott, his father, and Lou.'

I nodded, lost in thought and finally stood up, stretching. 'Do you think I'll get through all the patients this afternoon?'

'I don't think so, more have called wanting to know if they can get in to see you. I've told them I'd let them know.'

I stared out at the peaceful town and watched the people walking down the leafy street towards the surgery. 'Guess I'd better stay tomorrow as well,' I said before I knew it. 'Book them in for tomorrow.' When I turned back, Eleanor had a big grin on her face.

The truth was I loved what I was doing. This was real medicine, being part of a small community and helping real people. A country doctor has to be all things, not just dispense pills, but also advice, lifestyle changes and a multitude of other things. It was a challenge, but so rewarding, and just one day doing it had lit me up inside like someone had just turned a light on. I loved it and suddenly the thought of working in a big hospital made my stomach turn.

It was at six that evening when I finally finished and I sat in the kitchen while Eleanor cleared up the coffee cups. 'I told Ron you'd be finished by now so I expect he's coming around.' The screen door banged and she rolled her eyes. 'Speak of the devil.'

Ron poked his head through and smiled. 'Evening Doctor, Eleanor.' He sat down and pulled out a folder and brochures. 'I thought I'd take a minute to tell you about Indian Mask, the history, what the town's plans are and what we can offer a young doctor…'

'Don't bother, Ron,' I said and his face fell. 'You can tell me later.'

'Later?' he said hopefully and Eleanor turned from the sink to look at me, brow furrowed.

'I'll stay here for three months.' His face broke into a huge smile as I continued, 'While you look for a doctor. You are looking, aren't you?'

'Of course we are, we're looking all the time.'

'Well you'd better keep looking, I'll just stay here for three months.'

'What if we don't find one in three months?'

'Then you're back to where you are now because I'll be gone.' Will you go, I asked myself, will you really?

'Okay, thanks Doc.'

'Ron, will you call me Jacquie? Please?'

'Sure. Let me tell you about the benefits…'

'No,' I said waving a hand, 'just draw up a fair contract for the three months.'

'But, don't you want to know the money? It isn't much,' he added apologetically.

'Tell me later, I didn't study medicine for the money. Do I get to stay here?'

Ron beamed as he stood up, eager to rush out, I guessed, to tell everyone the news. 'Of course, Jacquie, it's all yours while you stay. Eleanor knows how everything works.'

The screen door banged after him and Eleanor hugged me and kissed my cheek. 'You're a good person, Jacquie, we're going to love having you around.'

I called Brenda that night and told her what I had done and she chuckled softly. 'Do I get to visit?'

'I hope so,' I said. 'Come when you can, I'd love to see you. Bring Kristine.'

'I think we'll let you settle in first.' Brenda paused and then she asked quietly, 'Are you happy?'

'I think so,' I answered softly, 'I think so.'

Part 6 Country Doctor

Once I had moved all my clothes in and Eleanor had stocked the pantry, that rambling old house felt like home, especially after I cleaned the house and moved some plants in. The town made me very welcome and when I went for my morning run before breakfast, I was constantly waving back to people along the whole route.

The county newspaper carried the announcement that I was practicing in Indian Mask and one evening while I was watering the azaleas, I noticed someone had changed the sign in front of the house and my name, freshly painted, stood out. I smiled to myself when I saw it. It felt good and I laughed softly when I realised it had taken them four weeks to change it.

I didn't have to cook much as the people kept inviting me to their homes for dinner. At first I was reluctant to go as I enjoyed cooking, but cooking for one is no fun. I soon found myself looking forward to each occasion where I ate with a different family.

There were times when I wrestled with what I was doing and why, when I knew I wanted to change back to a male. I do, don't I?

I argued to myself that the community needed me and it was only for three months, in fact I had less than two months to go. I rationalized that I was building an employment history that would enable me to acquire a position at a hospital after the three months. There were times when I even believed it.

The truth was, I loved being a part of the small community and I enjoyed connecting with the people, people who were becoming increasingly important to me. It also helped that I was important to them and it was the first time in my life that I was significant, truly significant, to anyone on a personal level.

Brenda guessed exactly that and asked me if Indian Mask felt like it was becoming home to me.

'I guess it is,' I said slowly into the telephone.

'I can't wait to see it,' she said and we made plans for her to visit. I called her often and I missed her, so I was excited that she was finally coming down after so long.

I developed a routine. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I would drive into the country to visit those patients that couldn't get into town. They were so grateful to see me that I was embarrassed, and they pressed eggs, butter, preserves, vegetables and fruit on me as I left.

When I returned, I would pile the produce on the kitchen table and tell Eleanor to take what she needed or distribute to any needy folk. She would shake her head as she went through the haul. 'Doc Johnson never got this much stuff,' Eleanor said with a smile.

'They all think I'm skinny,' I muttered, pouring some of Eleanor's lemonade into a tumbler.

'Well, you could use a few more pounds,' she said with a sly wink, ducking out the door as I threatened her with a tomato.

One Tuesday, I was driving down by the river when the car swerved and bumped along, telling me I had a flat. Dejectedly, I stared at the rear flat wheel. How, I thought miserably, am I going to be able to lift the spare down from the back? For the first time in a while, I wished I had my old male strength back.

I heard the sound of a car approaching and looked up. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable and wondered if I should get into the car and lock the doors when, with relief, I recognized the pick-up as it pulled up.

'Hi there, Jacquie,' Scott called and I smiled at him. You're glad to see him, I told myself, because he can change the wheel, nothing more. Then why did I keep smiling at him? 'Got a problem?'

I nervously brushed my hair back with my fingers and wondered what I looked like. I wore jeans and comfortable clothes when I was visiting the farms and knew I didn't look that attractive. Do you care, I asked myself, why would you care what you look like?

'Flat,' I said, 'I can change it but I can't lift the spare down.'

He climbed out of the pick-up and smiled down at me. 'I'll have a look.' Scott poked at the flat with a dusty boot and squatted down to look at it, then removed a battered tool case from his car. 'Won't take a minute,' he said with a smile.

I watched the muscles in his arms bulge as he effortlessly pulled the spare down and rolled it around. As he worked, I found myself watching with intensity that I found disturbing. Get a hold on yourself, girl, I told myself and cleared my throat.

'Thanks for this, Scott.'

'No problem,' he said, tightening the wheel nuts and then putting the flat wheel into the back of my wagon. 'All done.'

He wiped his hands and seemed to be nervous so I smiled, waiting. 'My place is just up the road if you want to wash up or something,' he said, picking his tools up.

'Could I use your phone?' I said, 'I have to call Eleanor.' It was a weak excuse, but the coverage for cellular phones wasn't great around there, and for some reason I wanted to see where he lived.

He suddenly smiled. 'Okay, just follow me.'

As I drove behind him, I wondered what I was doing. Eleanor didn't expect me back; I should have just thanked him and driven back into town.

The house was down a dirt road, chickens in the side yard and azaleas in the front. To one side was a large shed with big double doors that were open and I could see a half built boat inside.

Lou came running out, a big smile on her face. 'Jacquie!' she cried, and I bent down to hug her.

'How's tough Lou?' I asked and she grinned.

Scott seemed a little nervous as he led the way into the big house. 'It's not cleaned up, ' he apologized. 'It's a little messy.'

'That's okay,' I smiled and walked in.

'The phone's over there,' he said, pointing at the kitchen. I nodded and dialed the number, noticing the sink had dirty dishes in it.

'Hi Eleanor. I had a flat.'

'You okay?'

'Yep, Scott came by and fixed it for me.'

'Did he?' I thought I detected something in her voice. 'Where are you?'

'At his house, so I could use the phone,' I added quickly.

'Of course… say,' Eleanor said and I sensed she was smiling, 'did you know they were coming in on Friday to get the plaster off? You could do it now, save them the trip.'

'You're right, I will. See you tomorrow.'

'Sure. Enjoy yourself,' and I did hear her laugh softly as she hung up.

I turned around to see them both looking at me. 'I didn't know you were coming in on Friday? I could take the plaster off now, if you want?'

"Yippee!' Lou screamed and I laughed.

'I'll take that as a yes.'

'Would you like a coffee or water or something?' Scott asked.

'Water would be great.'

The screen door slammed and an older man who I guessed was Scott's father, walked in and stopped when he saw me.

'Dad,' Scott said quickly, 'this is the new doctor.'

He grinned and walked over, offering his hand. 'Ben Carson,' he said. 'I've heard a lot about you.'

'Jacquie Rhodes. All good, I hope?'

'Yep, all good.'

He appraised me with his eyes and I felt awkward so I said to Lou, 'Let's get that plaster off.'

'Come into my room, Jacquie,' she said, taking my hand and I followed her in, my medical bag in the other hand. As a country doctor, I carried everything I could, ready for any emergency and fully stocked so people wouldn't have to travel into town.

After I took the plaster off and we cleaned up. Lou showed me her drawings, her schoolwork and some photographs. When we walked back out, Scott had a pitcher of water and tumblers on the table. I noticed the dirty dishes had gone from the sink and I wondered if he had shoved them in a cupboard somewhere.

'Look, Daddy,' Lou said, proudly showing off her arm. The telephone rang and Lou ran to it. It was one of her friends and she sat on the floor talking and I smiled.

'I said it was a little messy,' Scott apologized again, pouring water into the tumblers.

'It feels like a real home,' I said. 'It's nice.'

He smiled gratefully and my stomach turned over once or twice. What's going on?

I sipped the water and thought desperately for something to say. 'I saw a boat when I drove in, is that where you build them?'

'Yep, would you like to see?'

'I'd love to.'

Ben was working on the boat when we walked in. The sweet smell of the wood claimed my nostrils and I shut my eyes as I inhaled, savoring it.

When I opened my eyes, they were both looking at me, concerned. 'Sorry,' I laughed self-consciously. 'I just love the smell.'

Ben laughed. 'I think we get used to it and forget. It's a sweet smell.'

I ran my fingers down the smooth hull, feeling its shape and the texture. 'This is beautiful,' I said softly, 'a work of art.'

They both looked at each other and then smiled back at me. 'You know boats?' Scott asked.

'Heavens, no,' I laughed. 'It just looks fantastic.'

They proudly showed me over the boat and then Scott and I walked down the levee banks to the river, past the boat ramp and stood under the magnolia tree, watching the water.

'This is very beautiful,' I said, trying to fill the silence.

'I like it, it's home, I guess.'

'Have you always lived here?'

'I'm the fourth generation,' he said. 'We've always been here.'

'You must be attached to this place, you're fortunate.'

He smiled shyly at me, scratched his head, and just nodded. I almost shook my head in frustration; a conversation with him was like pulling teeth.

Back in the house, I looked around at the comfortable room, the newspapers on the floor next to the easy chair, and I wondered if Ben had been reading it and dropped it when he fell asleep. The house was very masculine and I could see a thin film of dust on the coffee table, television and pictures. They probably didn't clean much, probably didn't even see the dust.

'Well,' I said, looking around as Ben suddenly appeared at the door, 'I'd better get…'

'Would you like to stay for supper?' Scott asked quickly, the words coming in a rush, and I was surprised to see his face was bright red.

'Please, Jacquie?' Lou begged and I smiled.

'Well,' I smiled, 'okay but…' and they looked at me, 'I'll cook. To pay you back for fixing my wheel,' I added quickly.

'Okay,' Scott said quickly and I felt that both Scott and Ben were relieved at that. 'Uh…we'll go work on the boat,' Scott said, hovering at the door.

'Okay, I'll call you when it's ready.'

'Okay,' they said, looking at each other, and quickly vanishing back to the boat shed.

'Can I help?' Lou asked as I started inspecting the kitchen.

'Have you done your homework?' I asked without thinking.

'Almost. I'll do it later, I promise. Let me help.'

She seemed so eager and I smiled. 'Okay, let's wash our hands and start. You'll have to show me where everything is.'

They had plenty of fresh eggs and I sent Lou out to my car for the tomatoes and peppers Mrs Henderson had given me that afternoon and we made a big omelette with a salad.

Lou ran out to tell them it was almost ready and I watched Scott and Ben through the kitchen window as they hurried to wash up.

They came in, hair wet and slicked back, all washed and shining, staring at the set table with the tablecloth. The kitchen was also shining as I found the dirty plates shoved into a cupboard next to the stove and Lou and I had washed them, joking and talking as we did.

Scott and Ben were open mouthed and I smiled. 'It's just an omelette,' I said, 'nothing special.'

'It smells great,' Ben said, grabbing two beers from the freezer.

'Would you like a drink, Jacquie?' Scott asked as his father gave him a beer. 'There's some white wine.'

'That sounds lovely,' I said, tossing the salad and he rushed to open the bottle and placed a wineglass on the table.

'Can I have some, Jacquie? Please?' Lou pleaded. 'This is a party, isn't it?'

I mixed the dressing. 'Just that much,' I showed her the portion with my finger and thumb, 'and put water in the rest of the glass.' She squealed and ran off and I suddenly realised what I had done. I looked up at Scott. 'Scott,' I said quickly, 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said…'

He was grinning. 'That's okay, Jacquie,' he said and I wondered why my name sounded so good all of a sudden when he said it. 'You're the doctor.'

I laughed. 'Guess I am. Okay, supper's ready.'

I put the omelette and the bowl of salad on the table and they stared at it. 'Is anything wrong?' I asked worried. 'Oh my God, are you allergic to eggs?'

They laughed. 'No,' Ben said with a huge grin, 'we haven't seen anything like this in a while, that's all. It looks great.'

Relieved I sat down and then said, 'Music, we have to have music.'

Lou jumped up and put a disc in the player and soon soft country music was dancing on the magnolia laden breeze that sneaked in.

'This is delicious,' Scott murmured, mouth full and I smiled proudly.

We ate in silence and it drove me crazy so I asked Lou, 'How was school?'

Off she went, talking about the teachers and her friends, the ride on the bus and everything in her day. I got involved, asking her all sorts of things, until I realised that Scott and Ben were watching us.

I looked up. 'Sorry,' Scott smiled, 'we're not used to having female company. It's nice.'

I smiled, flushing. 'It's nice to be here.'

'I'm female, Dad,' Lou pointed out and I laughed.

'Yes, you are.'

'It's two against two now,' she said, wagging her finger at them and we all laughed.

Ben insisted on washing up and he dragged Lou to help, making it easier, I suspected, for Scott to talk to me.

We stood on the back porch watching the distant shape of the river cling to the land, the air heavy with the perfume of jasmine and magnolias. There were wind chimes hanging from the porch and I guessed that Scott's mother or ex-wife had hung them.

'Thank you,' he said quietly. 'Tonight has been special.'

I was surprised that he was saying so much. 'Oh, that's okay…'

"Jacquie,' he said, almost as if he didn't hear what I said, 'I'm not much with words, especially with women. I get tongue tied and I make a mess of it but I wanted to say… wanted to thank you…'

'Scott,' I said softly and he turned his face to me, his bright blue eyes wide and that cute half smile of his where the upper lip turned up a little, 'I had a great time. It's been ages since I cooked and you guys are an easy audience,' I said with a laugh. 'I could have served anything and you would have loved it. I had a really great time,' I added and my heart started pounding. He's going to kiss you, my mind screamed, look out, a guy is going to kiss you!

He didn't, he smiled shyly and nodded. 'It's been fun for both of us then, that's good.' And I was vaguely disappointed.

I kissed Lou goodbye and was surprised when Ben hugged me. 'Thanks, Jacquie,' he murmured. 'It's been good to have a female influence around here again. I wish Sonia had been alive to see this. You would have liked her.'

'I'm sure I would have,' I said.

'She was like you. Always insisted on music while we ate and we always had to sit down for supper. Thank you, it took me back.'

Scott walked me to my car. 'Thanks again,' I said, 'for fixing the flat.'

'Thank you for tonight, it was great.' He shuffled in the dirt and then smiled. 'I'll see you around?'

'Sure,' I said, inwardly fuming. What does he mean, see me around! I drove off angry and then, remembering the night, their eyes when I placed the meal down, the fun with Lou and the tender goodbye from Ben, I had happy tears in my eyes as I drove down the main street of Indian Mask.

Brenda listened intently when I called her. 'How do you feel about him?'

'I don't know,' I wailed. 'I'm confused.'

'He sounds cute to me,' she said and I knew she was smiling, 'especially the way you describe his eyes.'

 

'How's everything?' Eleanor asked a few weeks later as she poured coffee for me when I came back from the shower after my run.

'Fine. You?'

'Oh, I'm just peachy keen.'

I looked up; I knew her pretty well by now and could sense something. 'What's up?'

She put the pan down and looked down. 'Carl told me he passed blood. It's been happening for a while and the fool's just told me.'

I immediately stood and hugged her. 'Get him in to see me,' I said.

'Do you think I haven't tried?' she said stridently and I saw the tears forming.

'I'm sorry,' I said softly, 'of course you've tried. Where is he?'

Eleanor looked at me puzzled. 'Down at the store, working?'

'Time I went to the store.'

She looked at me with hope. 'Jacquie…'

'I'm going, Eleanor, and you can't stop me.'

Tears were in her eyes when she hugged me. 'Thank you,' she whispered in my ear.

'Carl McIvor,' I called out as I walked into the store and I could see people looking at me.

'Hi, Doc,' Carl said as he came forward, an anxious smile on his face.

'Carl, if you won't come to the doctor, I'll have to come to you.'

His smile began to fade, conscious of everyone looking. 'Now, look, Doc…'

'No,' I snapped, 'you look! Eleanor is worried sick and so are you, if you would admit it! I'm going to examine you and you are going to let me. It's here in the store, or at the surgery. What do you say?'

There were smiles on the faces of the people watching and Carl reluctantly nodded. 'At the surgery.'

'Good,' I said sweetly, offering my arm, 'then you'll walk with me now?'

'But…'

'Or here?'

'Guess I'll walk with you, Doc,' he said grumpily and I started him down the street. I know it was unorthodox and I could be penalised for my approach but aren't people more important than rules?

It was chronic haemorrhoids and, although painful, it was a huge relief for both Carl and Eleanor.

Everyone, according to Eleanor, was talking about how I went down to the store and fronted him. Some were saying it was like a gunfight and I laughed at that. The women began to threaten their menfolk that if they wouldn't go for a check up, they would ask me to come down to their work. Suddenly, I had a lot of male patients.

It was Friday, and I walked out to the waiting room to call in my last patient, Mrs Jacobson, when I saw Scott leaning against the wall, looking like he was waiting to fight a wild tiger.

'Scott?'

'Oh, hi, Jacquie,' he said, shuffling, and I noticed Mrs Jacobson was grinning.

'Do you want to go in, Mrs Jacobson?' I asked pointedly but she just grinned.

'I'll wait here until you're ready, Doctor.'

I glanced at Scott. 'I'll see you now, Mrs Jacobson. Will you wait?' I asked Scott and he nodded, wiping his forehead.

Mrs Jacobson didn't like it, but she followed me in. All the time I listened to her, I wondered what Scott was doing out there and if he would still be there when I came out.

Finally, I finished and showed her out. Scott was still there, sweating and smiling weakly.

'Scott? Is everything okay?' I asked, worried and Eleanor walked passed with a wink and then disappeared out the back.

'Jacquie,' he mumbled, 'I'm not much good at this…'

'Scott,' I said firmly, really concerned now, 'will you just say it? I'm really worried.' Was it Lou, I worried, was she okay?

He took a deep breath and then said, 'Jacquie, the country club has a dance the last Saturday night of the month, it's tomorrow, and I was thinking, I was hoping, we could go or something, I know I should've asked you sooner but, I don't know, I couldn't…' he finished lamely and his words struck right through me.

He's asking you for a date! I looked up at him, saw him clearly, those bright blue eyes, that strange half grin he makes when he's nervous, and those strong hands – oh! Those strong hands!

'That sounds nice,' I said with a smile. His face caved into huge relief.

'Really? You want to come?'

'Yes,' I said, surprised at myself. 'Yes, I do.'

'Will I pick you up?'

'Yes,' I said suddenly, wondering where it came from. 'Yes, what time?'

'Seven thirty?'

'I'll be ready.'

His face broke into an incredible smile, and I wanted to laugh with him, to enjoy the moment, but didn't think it was appropriate.

'See you then,' he said and I laughed when I saw him punch the air before he climbed into his pick-up.

'I'm going on a date,' I told Brenda. I had immediately telephoned her. 'I'm petrified.'

'You'll have fun, Jacquie, it's just a date.'

'I suppose so,' I said doubtfully.

'What are you going to wear?' Eleanor asked the next morning.

'What…'

'It's all over town.' She explained patiently. "He took ages to pluck up his courage, apparently Ben drove him in to make him ask you. I think it's nice that he's so nervous.'

'So do I,' I said softly and Eleanor grinned.

'I know. So, what are you going to wear?'

'I have no idea. Will you help me?'

'I thought you would never ask,' she said with glee and I laughed.

 

The doorbell rang and I started down the stairs, conscious of the short black dress I was wearing. 'What are you doing?' Eleanor hissed.

'Answering the door?'

'Will you wait here until I tell you?' Eleanor shook her head. 'Honestly, I don't know what they teach girls up North.'

I heard her open the door, talk to Scott and show him into the sitting room.

Eleanor came up the stairs, smiled as she held me at arm's length. 'Okay,' she said, 'he's waiting downstairs like nervous cat.'

'Like me,' I admitted.

Eleanor looked at me keenly. 'You've never done this, have you?' I dumbly shook my head. 'I guess with all the hard work at medical school you never had the opportunity.' She smiled and hugged me. 'Just enjoy yourself, he's a nice guy and he thinks the world of you.'

'He does?' I asked softly.

'Oh yes,' she smiled. 'And you can tell that, can't you?'

I nodded and hugged her. 'Thanks Eleanor, thanks for everything.'

'No,' she said softly, squeezing me tightly against her, 'thank you. We are so glad you were lost that day you drove into Indian Mask, believe me.'

I walked into the sitting room and Scott's jaw dropped. 'Wow,' he managed to say.

'Hello,' I said sweetly, 'sorry to keep you waiting.'

'It was worth it,' he said, flushing, and I looked at him.

'Such a charming man.' I murmured, taking his arm as we walked to the car.

Everyone turned to look at us as we walked into the country club. Ron rushed over spouting some vague rubbish and I smiled, looking around, conscious of the fact I was on a guy's arm, and I liked it.

Scott led me to a table and we sat down while he nervously looked over the menu. 'It's been a while since I've been here,' he said. 'I think the steaks are good.'

Lisa, the waitress, was smiling when she arrived at the table and I had the feeling that everyone was talking about us. 'Good evening Jacquie, Scott,' Lisa said. 'I can recommend the fish of the day and the steaks.'

'The fish sounds wonderful,' I said, handing her the menu and Scott ordered a steak.

'Drinks?' Lisa asked and Scott looked at me.

'Could I have a glass of white wine?'

'Of course, Scott, what about you?'

'Beer thanks, Lisa.'

She smiled again and left. Scott looked around, fingers drumming nervously on the tablecloth. Every now and again, he would try to loosen his collar or fiddled with his tie, a tie that looked so old it was probably coming back into fashion.

Lisa brought the drinks and Scott almost dived on his. I looked around the restaurant and out the window that overlooked the golf course. 'This is nice,' I said, trying to start conversation. He nodded and sipped his beer so I sipped the wine. 'That's nice,' I said putting the glass down and he nodded again. I smiled but I was seething with frustration. 'How's Lou?'

'Good.'

I waited but he didn't say anything else. 'And Ben's okay?' He nodded and that was it. Running out of patience, I leaned forward, looked him in the eye and said, 'Scott, I'm not dangerous, I'm just a woman and not an alligator, I don't bite! I'm as nervous as you as I don't date that much. Please, can we forget about this date junk and just have a good time? For starters, can we have a conversation? It's a little strange having a conversation with myself.'

Scott stared at me open mouthed and then smiled, a gentle easy smile that I watched form on the edges of his mouth and then invade his lips. 'Okay.' I raised an eyebrow and he quickly added, 'I'd like that.'

'Good,' I smiled, sipping my wine, 'why don't you tell me about that boat you're building?'

And away he went, and the more he spoke, the more he relaxed, and soon we were laughing as he described how the first boat he ever built sank like a stone.

'How old were you?'

'Fourteen. Dad laughed and laughed.'

'He's a nice man, I like him.'

Scott smiled at me. 'He likes you. He made me ask you out.'

'I'm glad he did,' I said softly.

'So am I.'

Lisa returned with the food and we continued to talk. The band started playing as Lisa cleared the table and couples began to move onto the floor to dance.

'Would you like to dance?' Scott asked.

I grimaced. 'I'm not very good,' I admitted. Not very good? I silently screamed. You've never danced, especially not with a man!

'That's okay,' he said with a laugh, 'I'm terrible.'

'Okay, I'm up for it if you are.'

He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. The other couples dancing past smiled warmly at us as we slowly began to dance. Scott's arms around me felt nice and I smelled his cologne, a musky masculine smell.

'You're doing great,' he said softly, his lips brushing my hair as he spoke.

'Thanks,' I murmured, 'you make it easy for me.' Do you realise, my pesky silent voice asked, that you're in high heels and dancing with a man? And you like it?

We returned to the table after a few dances and more people smiled at us as Scott led me through the tables from the dance floor. Some couples came up to our table, made polite conversation and the women always complimented me on the dress.

'Very pretty,' Rhoda Simpson said, looking at Scott, 'don't you think so, Scott?'

'I think she's beautiful,' he said, obviously without thinking and then turned bright red.

Rhoda giggled and dragged her husband back onto the dance floor.

Scott insisted on walking me to my door and I wondered how many people were peeking from behind their curtains, watching us. I smiled at the thought and realised I didn't care. 'I had a wonderful time.'

'You did?' He said it with such relief that I laughed.

'Yes, truly, and you can take that awful tie off now.'

He grinned and quickly removed it, stuffing it in his back pocket. 'It's the only one I've got.'

'I would never have guessed,' I said, raising an eyebrow, and he laughed again.

'I like you, Jacquie,' he said suddenly, 'I know you're a doctor and all, and I just build boats…'

'But such beautiful boats,' I smiled up at him. Look out, he's going to kiss you!

'But could we… I don't know… do something some other time… I mean…'

'Yes,' I whispered, 'I would love that.' Hurry up, kiss me!

'Really?'

'Call me.' His face hesitantly moved closer, his eyes blinked uncertainly, and for a moment I thought he was going to pull away so I slipped my arm on his shoulder and moved in, eyes closed.

He took the hint and kissed me. His lips were so warm and tender and that first kiss simply took my breath away.

Scott whistled softly as he held me, bright blue eyes staring down at me. 'Wow,' he murmured.

'You can say that again,' I said shakily.

'Wow,' he repeated, grinning and I laughed as I fumbled for my key.

'Goodnight Scott.'

'Goodnight Jacquie.'

 

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