Ny Doc Under The Northern Lights. Amy Ruttan
leaning against the doorframe for support.
“You look terrible,” he said.
“It’s called jet lag and I was sleeping until I was rudely interrupted.”
“The only way to beat jet lag is to pretend it’s not real.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you should’ve got up a couple hours ago and started your day.”
“Look, have you just come to insult me or are you here for a reason?
Axel glanced over his shoulder. “Let’s have some coffee.”
And before she could argue he was striding into her small kitchen and rifling through her cupboards. What was with this guy?
Betty followed him, still a bit woozy from her lack of sleep. She tripped over a rug in the hall and Axel reached out to steady her, stopping her from doing a face-plant. His strong arms were around her once again and she was completely mortified.
“You’re not too nimble on your feet,” he said with a hint of humor in his voice.
She pushed out of his arms. “Axel, what’re you doing here? I know you didn’t just drive all the way over here to make me coffee.”
He turned back to the coffeemaker. “I’ve come to check on you and make sure you know your way around the city. Also to make sure you get food.”
She wanted to tell him that she was fine, but she wasn’t. She knew a few Icelandic words and phrases thanks to her father’s teaching, but last night when she’d been struggling with jet lag she’d tried looking up stores in Reykjavik and couldn’t make heads or tails of the names.
“That would be great,” she said. “I’ll go get dressed.”
Axel nodded. “Good. Don’t trip going up the stairs.”
Betty glared at him and took the stairs slowly, just so he wouldn’t keep remarking on her klutzy tendencies. She wasn’t such a klutz when it came to the operating room. When she was there she was in her element.
Was she?
She tried not to think about Thomas. About how he had always been in the operating room with her. Always the lead surgeon. At first, she’d loved having him there. It had been reaffirming. Thomas had been her teacher and he’d given her strength.
But since his betrayal his presence had annoyed her and shaken her confidence to the core, which was another reason why she was here. She was determined to prove to herself that she didn’t need anyone’s assistance when it came to surgery. That she was better than she thought she was.
She got dressed and made herself presentable. By the time she was done brushing her hair she could smell the coffee brewing downstairs.
When she came back down into the kitchen Axel handed her a cup. She took a sip and it was delicious. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made her coffee. Thomas certainly never had when they were dating.
“This is good,” she said. “Thank you.”
“You say that in a shocked tone.”
“Well, you are a stranger. I don’t know how you make coffee. It could be complete doo-doo.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Doo-doo?”
“Garbage.”
“Ah, well, I suppose so. Are you ready to go?”
Betty finished her coffee and set the mug in the sink. “Yes, let’s get this over with.”
“I hope you have your better boots today. It’s quite icy being this close to the...to the water.” There was an edge to his voice as he mentioned the water, as if he hated it. Betty shook that thought off; perhaps he just didn’t like ice, and she couldn’t blame him. She wasn’t a huge fan of it herself.
“Yes. I have better boots.” She picked them up off the floor. “See?”
Axel nodded in approval. “Well, let’s go and I’ll drive you to the nearest store and make sure you get enough food to survive. I don’t want my father saying I let you starve.”
“I can find my way around.”
“Oh?” he asked as she locked her front door. “What street do you live on?”
“I live on Vatn...”
“I thought as much. You live on Vatnsstigur. That’s the correct pronunciation.”
“Thanks,” she said dryly.
They walked down to his SUV and he held open the door for her. She shouldn’t be going with him to get groceries, but she did need food and she was tired and didn’t know her way around Reykjavik. She would take his help for this and that was it.
No more.
She was here to make it on her own and not rely on someone else.
The drive to the grocery store was silent, but she really didn’t know what to say to him. Everything she said seemed to annoy him and vice versa. Thankfully it wasn’t a long ride and soon they were pulling up in front of a grocery store that advertised being open twenty-four hours a day.
“We’re here.”
“Good,” Betty said, stifling another yawn. “I’m going to need more coffee.”
“Well, after we get your groceries home I will take you for a proper coffee near your place. That will wake you up.”
“If the cold air doesn’t wake me up I doubt any coffee will,” she muttered.
“You haven’t had this coffee yet.” He got out of the car and Betty followed him. He walked well ahead of her in big, commanding steps making it hard to keep up with him.
“Hey!” she called out. “Wait up.”
Axel paused and turned around. “What? Did you fall?”
“No, I didn’t fall. Why are you always assuming I’m falling or tripping?”
“Because you keep doing it,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. And he had a point. She had been.
“I’m not falling this time. You’re just walking too fast. You’re a giant and I can’t keep up, not in these boots.”
There was a twinkle in his blue eyes. “Sorry.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll get a cart.” He grabbed a cart from the carrel. “You ready?”
“I didn’t make a list.”
“We’ll get you what you need.”
“Okay.” Betty followed him in a daze. He took her through the produce section and she picked out some apples and oranges. Then they moved over to the deli and bakery. Axel dutifully pushed the cart in silence but after a few aisles he made a “hmm” sound.
“What?” she asked as she held a box of pasta.
Axel reached into her cart and pulled out a can. “This is an interesting choice.”
“Isn’t it tuna?”
“No, it’s lutefisk. You know what that is?”
“Not tuna?”
“No, it’s an aged stock fish and lye. It’s sort of like gelatin.”
Betty made a face. “Oh.”
Axel chuckled. “You want me to put it back?”
“No, I’m going to try it.”
Now it was his turn to make a face. “You’re brave. I don’t like it much.”
Betty took the can and placed it back in