The Doctor Who Made Her Love Again

by Susan Carlisle

  “Why would he want to come down here and work?” China picked up her drink and took a sip.

  When Robin joined them China gathered her leftover microwavable lunch. She had to be on duty while Robin ate.

  Jean called from the door, “China, Dr. Jenkins needs you in exam two. We have a boy with an open wound.”

  “On my way,” she responded. “This may be where I get to see what he can do,” China remarked to Doris as she hurried away.

  China entered the exam room to find Dr. Jenkins with a lanky boy of about eleven years old sitting on the table and a mom perched on a chair with a troubled expression on her face.

  “China, I’m going to need saline, a pan and a suture kit,” he said, without looking up from his patient.

  “Yes, sir. Right away.”

  He glanced up and gave her a quizzical look. A sharp tightness shot through her chest honed from childhood. What had she said wrong?

  China left to gather the supplies. Returning, she found that Dr. Jenkins had turned the boy around so that he could place the pan on the pull-out footrest. There he would be able to pour the saline over the wound so it would run into the pan. China set the supplies on a small metal surgical stand that was stored in one corner then pulled it out to within easy reach of the doctor.

  She opened the bottle of saline and handed it to him. He began to pour the liquid over the wound. When the boy winced Dr. Jenkins said, “I’m not from around here so tell me about this skimboarding you were doing.”

  The kid relaxed noticeably.

  “It’s done with a thin oval board. You throw it down and jump on it and ride it along the surf coming in on the beach.”

  “That sounds like fun. Are you any good?”

  By this time Dr. Jenkins was preparing the local anesthesia to deaden the wound and the boy was taking no notice. The doctor had skills.

  “Pretty good.”

  China had never learned to do anything like skimboarding, surfing or the usual water sports common for someone who lived near the water. Her father had become more controlling after her brother had left home at sixteen when given the ultimatum to straighten up or get out. China had learned early in life to do as she was told or she, too, might not have a place to live.

  After her brother had left her father hadn’t wanted China or her sister hanging out with the crowd down at the beach or doing much that wasn’t under his watchful eye. Her mom, devastated by losing one child, had left most of the parenting to China’s father. He’d had to know where they were at all times. “Might get into trouble. Too many drugs and alcohol. That’s where your brother got into trouble,” he’d say. China soon found that it was easier to just go along with what her father had wanted, to do whatever had kept the peace.

  For Kelsey it had been much harder. As soon as she’d finished high school she’d been out of the house. Sadly, China didn’t hear from her outside an occasional card or phone call. She missed Kelsey and wished they had a better relationship. Kelsey’s hadn’t spoken to their parents in years, which meant that her parents, especially her mom, clung to China.

  “Do any tricks?” Dr. Jenkins asked, drawing China’s attention back to what was happening in the room.

  “I can turn around,” the boy told Dr. Jenkins proudly.

  “Wow. Do you think I’m too old to learn?” The doctor placed the needle at the edge of the boy’s laceration.

  “Naw, heck anyone can do it,” the boy said, squaring his shoulders in pride.

  “You think you could teach me?” Dr. Jenkins made the first stitch and the boy didn’t even flinch.

  “Sure.”

  “What do I need to know or buy?”

  “It’s no big deal. All you need is a board. You can get those anywhere around here.”

  “Do I need a special size?”

  Was he really going to try skimboarding? That was for kids.

  With a grin the boy said, “As far as I know, they only come in one size.”

  “Any certain weight I need to get?”

  The boy gave him a perplexed look. “Not that I know of.”

  Dr. Jenkins tied off the last of the nine neat stitches he had placed in the boy’s leg.

  China had to give him kudos for a quick, perfect suturing job and keeping the patient calm. He had a wonderful way with the boy. She’d seen none do better. Actually, he was the best she’d seen.

  Dr. Jenkins pushed the stool back and stood. “Would you teach me?”

  He sounded serious.

  “Sure, why not?”

  “Great. I’m going to let Nurse China bandage you up. I want you to come in one week from now to have the stitches out. Then we’ll make a date for you to show me how to skimboard.”

  “Okay,” the boy said, with a huge grin.

  He spoke to the mom. “Just see that it remains dry and clean. No swimming or skimboarding until the stitches are removed.”

  China began opening the sterile bandage package.

  From behind her Dr. Jenkins said, “Let’s not use that one. It needs a four-by-four.”

  That tightness in her chest was back. Was this doctor going to be hard to please? “I’ll get one right away.” She left and returned with the required gauze.

  Dr. Jenkins stuck out his hand. The boy hesitated a moment and then took it. The doctor smiled. “See you next week. I’m going to hunt for a board today. I’m already looking forward to the lesson.”

  Who was this guy? He sounded like he’d moved here for the recreation instead of a job. He had an excellent bedside manner but would she be able to work with him?

  Leaving the clinic for the day, China still had grocery shopping to contend with before she could go home. She hated it, hated it. The word wasn’t too strong. She made a point to be in and out as quick as possible. Some people didn’t like to clean bathrooms but shopping for food was her issue.

  She maneuvered the buggy with the knocking wheels at a brisk pace through the aisles, snatching what she needed from the shelves. She tended to buy the same things so she didn’t worry about studying the prices or nutritional value. It had been a long day, starting with the trip to the donut shop, and she just wanted to go home, maybe do some gardening.

  With everything on her list except the trail mix she favored, she pushed the buggy through the produce department. She reached out to pick up the plastic bag of nuts, chocolate candy and oats.

  “So, not after donuts this time, I see.”

  She looked up to find Dr. Jenkins grinning at her. She wanted to groan. Was he going to be around every corner she turned?

  He moved his nearly full cart along beside hers. “I guess food is our common denominator.”

  “I don’t think it’s so surprising that we meet here since we’ve only shopped at the two busiest places in town.”

  “Still testy over this morning? Are you prickly to everyone when shopping for food or is it just me?”

  His grin fed her annoyance. “Hey, I’m not prickly.” She pushed her cart forward. He followed. “I just don’t enjoy grocery shopping.”

  “You know, if I was a psychiatrist I might find some hidden meaning in that statement.”

  She was afraid he just might. The job of shopping and cooking had fallen on her at far too young an age. She hadn’t complained. If she’d wanted to eat then she’d needed to fix it. Now every time she entered the grocery store it brought back unhappy memories. That’s why she made a point to do most of her buying once a month. She picked up the small items she might need at a convenience store at other times.

  China winced when he peered over into her basket, “Not much of a cook, are you?”

  She glanced at all the prepared food piled there. “No. In fact, I hate it.”

  “I love to cook. Our cook, Ruth, taught me all I k
now. At least now that I’ve moved here I’ll have time to enjoy cooking a meal.”

  Our cook. They’d certainly come from two different worlds. She’d been the family cook. If you could call theirs a family.

  More from intimidation than need, China picked up a few apples and put them in a small clear bag. She tied it off and placed them in her buggy. Payton had managed to make her feel at fault twice in the same day. Once over calling him an idiot and now over her eating habits.

  “At least they look like a healthy choice.” He nodded toward the fruit in her buggy.

  Obviously she didn’t meet the grade with his man. “So do your doctoring skills extend to reviewing everyone’s grocery cart?” she asked flippantly.

  He chuckled. “No, but I do believe in eating right and encouraging others to do so also.”

  “Well, it must be working. You are so slim and trim.”

  He blanched then said, “I’ll let you finish your shopping. See you tomorrow.”

  China watched him walked away. They hadn’t gotten off to the best of starts. Maybe she wasn’t giving him the chance he deserved. She looked down at the items in her cart. He hadn’t been wrong about her meal choices at all.

  * * *

  Payton opened the door to his house, which was built in the old Florida architectural style with wide verandas and seemingly never-ending white stairs up to the front door and another along the side to the kitchen. The property was located along West Beach Road well outside of town. He’d specifically asked the realtor for something private, well away from the summer crowds, with large windows. The woman had done her job well.

  The master bedroom faced east, giving him a bright morning wake-up call. The house was well worth the amount of money he’d invested in it. Payton had hired a decorator long distance to furnish it. He’d wanted it livable when he arrived but it still lacked the personal touch.

  He sighed. His parents didn’t understand his need to leave Chicago. In fact, his father was so disappointed that he could hardly speak to him. He no longer met his parents’ expectations. Having lymphoma had made him re-examine his life. His new goal was to find out what he wanted. His parents still held out hope he would change his mind and come home. He was just sorry that his actions had put a wedge between them. He’d changed, and they couldn’t deal with it.

  The house was huge and Payton had no one to share it with, but that suited him fine. Janice wouldn’t have enjoyed it here anyway. Too hot, too many bugs and too far from social engagements. She’d complained he wasn’t the man she’d fallen in love with. Did she think people who feared they might die didn’t change? The second she’d found an opening she’d been gone.

  Pushing the side door open, he placed the first load of bags on the counter then he headed out for more. Ten minutes later and proud he was no longer puffing after walking up stairs like he once had, Payton had all the food in the kitchen. He hadn’t totally regained his strength but it was quickly returning. China had reminded him that he hadn’t completely found the robust man he’d once been yet. Some swimming and sailing would solve that issue.

  Today had been the first time he’d worked a full eight hours in months. He’d been the one in med school who everyone had envied for his ability to work on little sleep. Not anymore, though, and especially not tonight. Good dinner, short swim then off to bed was his plan.

  After putting the groceries away, Payton pulled out a skillet. He’d prepared a simple stir-fry, planning to eat outside to enjoy the weather. Unlocking the door to one of the many porches, he picked up his plate and drink then stepped out. He sank into a wicker chair with a comfortable-looking pillow. With a sigh, he propped his feet up on the small table in front of him, which matched the chair.

  The cell phone resting against his thigh in his hip pocket vibrated. It would be his mom. She’d already called a number of times during the day and he’d been too busy to answer. Because she was a mom she worried. The old saying that you were always your mom’s baby, no matter how old you got, was no truer than when you were sick. His mom had more than jumped into caretaker mode when he’d required help. Now he needed her to let go, for his sake as well as hers. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to back off. That was one of a number of reasons he’d wanted to leave Chicago.

  Some time later, his meal finished, he pulled his phone from his pocket and pushed the speed-dial number assigned to his mom. His chest contracted at the sound of relief in her voice when he said, “Hi, Mom.”

  “Honey, it’s so good to hear from you. How’re you doing?”

  Payton told her about his day, the house and the town. He left out his two meetings with China.

  “Well, at least it sounds like a nice place.”

  Payton watched as the sun became a half circle on the horizon. “It is. I’ll call you in a few days.”

  “Okay.” The wispy tone in her voice said she was still holding out hope that Payton would return to Chicago. That wouldn’t happen. All he wanted right now was to regain all his strength and make the most of life. He’d start by calling the marina and seeing if his sailboat had arrived. On his first day off he would be on it. It had been far too long.

  Gathering his plate and glass, he took them inside. He’d call around to see where he might go parasailing. He hadn’t done that since he was a kid. It would be fun to try again. He’d be looking for a skimboard tomorrow.

  He hadn’t missed the surprised then disapproving look on China’s face when he’d been asking the boy about learning to skimboard. It would be the first of many new things he planned to experience.

  The corner of his mouth lifted. China had made his first day at work in Golden Shores memorable.

  * * *

  The next morning Payton rose early to take a run on the beach. The distance wasn’t what he could have done months ago but he was pleased with his effort. He felt invigorated and ready to face the day. His mom had admonished him not to overdo it but Payton was determined to get back to peak health as soon as possible and put having cancer behind him.

  As he came down the hall of the clinic an hour and half later he heard the women talking but there was also a deep voice mixed among them. Payton placed his coffee and sack lunch in the office and walked to the front.

  Jean and Doris were sitting behind the desk. Standing beside China in front of them was a tall, lanky man dressed in blue scrubs.

  “Good morning, Dr. Jenkins,” Jean said.

  “Please, make it Payton.” He looked at everyone.

  “Payton it is,” Jean said with a smile. “This is Luke.” She indicated the guy beside China. “He’s one of the nurses that rotates in when either China or Robin have a day off.”

  Luke extended his hand and Payton took it. “Nice to meet you.”

  “You, too,” Luke said. “We’re glad to have you around here.”

  The front door opened and a patient entered, ending their conversation. Over the next few hours Payton saw a steady stream of people, the highlights of which were a stomachache, severe sunburn and a twisted ankle. He loved it. This was nothing like the high-pressure, impersonal work he was used to. This was the kind of medical-care work he wanted to do. At least when a patient returned to see him he would recognize a face, maybe remember a name. Everything his parents couldn’t understand. He no longer wanted to be one of the doctors in Chicago.

  It was late afternoon when China handed him a chart. “The patient is complaining of vomiting, running a low-grade fever and weight gain.”

  Payton’s chest constricted. It sounded so much like his symptoms. The ones he’d put off addressing, along with the swelling in his neck, until it had been almost too late. Deep in his gut he’d known it was cancer, but fear hadn’t let him admit it. That was behind him now. He had a new lease on life, and he planned to make the most of it.

  “Dr. Jenki
ns? Are you okay?” Concern underscored her words.

  China’s hand resting on his arm brought him back to reality. “I thought we agreed it was Payton.”

  She looked at him far too closely. Could she read his apprehension?

  He moved his arm and her fingers fell away. He’d had his fill of concern months ago. “I’m fine,” he said, far too sharply. “What room is the patient in?”

  China stepped back and her eyes flickered with a look of what struck him strangely as fear before she said in a businesslike tone, “Exam three.”

  Why would she be scared of him? He’d spoken more harshly than he should have but not enough to bring that type of look to her eyes.

  Thankfully the patient had nothing more serious than an infection. Was he always going to overreact when someone came in with the same symptoms he’d had? For a second there he’d slipped and the all-too-perceptive nurse China had noticed. That couldn’t happen again.

  CHAPTER TWO

  TWO DAYS LATER, China came in on the one to seven shift. Evening shifts were her favorite. Busy, with often interesting patients but it allowed her to get some gardening done in the morning. Her plants were where she put all her energy outside of nursing. It had been her way of escaping the unhappiness in her house when she’d been growing up and it had become her way of coping. She was a member of a couple of garden clubs in town and made the most of what she learned.

  “Hi, there,” she said to Robin and Doris as she approached the front desk.

  “Hey,” they chorused absently.

  “So what’s been going on today?” China asked, as she put her purse away.

  Jean leaned toward her. “Nothing special. Robin’s been mooning over Payton. She thinks all doctors are good looking, especially if they drive a nice car.”

  China sputtered in an effort to contain her humor. Evaluating a man’s looks wasn’t China’s usual thing and particularly if it was based on a car, but she had to admit Payton was attractive beyond the average male. Something about him intrigued her. She’d dated but had never let a guy get really close. When a guy started making demands she backed off. She’d had enough of that in her life. Could a man ever understand her need to be a partner, feel secure? It certainly wouldn’t be someone like the sports-car-driving, silver-tongued, charismatic Dr. Jenkins. Her mother had warned her about becoming involved with men like her father. More than once her mother had said she wished for her daughters an easier life than the one they would have with a man like their father.