Hawaiian Sunset, Dream Proposal. Joanna Neil
glanced towards Caitlin. The girl was talking softly to her father, lightly stroking his hand in a gesture of affection, and Amber decided that for the moment she was calm enough and probably had as much information as she could handle. It would probably be best to leave her to come to terms with her father’s condition at her own pace.
She looked back at the flat-panel computer screen, taking in the breathtaking sight of the Hawaiian seashore in the background. ‘Every time I see you, you’re close by the beach,’ she murmured, focussing once more on Ethan. ‘I had assumed that you were talking to us from your workplace—perhaps I was wrong about that? I must admit I’ve been envying your lifestyle.’
He gave her a fleeting smile that lit up his features. ‘I should have explained,’ he said. He waved a hand at the villa behind him. ‘This is where I live. I’ve been trying to call the hospital from here whenever possible. You perhaps don’t realise that it’s actually very early in the morning over here, not long past sunrise, and I haven’t even had breakfast yet, let alone set off for work. Besides, if I were to ring from the office, my uncle would soon become agitated. He likes to keep his finger on the pulse of what’s going on, and any sign of his workplace would be enough to bring his blood pressure up.’
‘You’re right…I hadn’t even thought about the time difference. It’s late afternoon here.’ So late, in fact, that she was due to finish her shift shortly. ‘Anyway, from what I can see of it,’ Amber murmured, ‘you have a beautiful home.’
‘Thank you. I certainly appreciate it,’ Ethan said. ‘Maybe at a time when neither of us is quite so busy, I’ll show you around the inside, via the webcam.’
‘I think I’d like that,’ Amber agreed. ‘It won’t be quite the same as being there, but I’m sure to get something of the feel of the place.’ Maybe technology wasn’t so bad after all. She smiled. ‘All that sand and sea and palm trees waving in the light breeze make me long for my summer vacation. Not that I’d ever be likely to go as far as Hawaii.’
Perhaps it was the smile that caused it, but Ethan’s eyes widened a fraction as he looked at her intently. After a moment or two his gaze moved slowly over her, as though he was seeing her properly for the first time, and she was suddenly conscious of the clothes she was wearing—a skirt that fell smoothly over the curve of her hips to drape softly around her legs, and a snugly fitting cotton top. What did he make of her? she wondered. Did he only see her as young and inexperienced, incapable of taking proper care of his uncle?
‘I’m sure you would love it here,’ he said. ‘I’ll be sure to show you the landscape all around when you check in again.’
At that moment, Martyn made a faint groaning sound, and Amber turned immediately to look at him. She moved closer to the bedside. ‘How are you feeling?’ she asked.
‘A bit sore,’ Martyn answered. ‘And very tired…It’s as if all my energy has drained away.’
‘That’s to be expected,’ Amber told him. ‘It’s nature’s way of telling you to take things easy.’
‘That’s not what I’m used to,’ he said with a wry smile. His gaze wandered to the computer screen. ‘I thought I heard voices,’ he murmured. ‘Ethan, my boy, I’m glad you’re there. What’s happening at the plantation?’ He paused to drag in a shaky breath. ‘Are you managing to keep on top of things?’
Amber raised her eyes heavenward. Caitlin and Ethan had been right when they’d said he wouldn’t let go. Here he was, slowly coming round from the effects of an injection that had made him woozy and tranquil, and he was already asking questions. ‘I’ll leave you in the care of the nurse while I go and look in on my other patients,’ she told him. ‘Have a chat with your family, but don’t go tiring yourself. You need to rest.’
She gazed at the screen and sent Ethan a look that spoke volumes. He nodded, and gave her a smile in return. ‘I’ll make sure of it,’ he said.
Amber took her leave of Caitlin, and went to check on the rest of her patients in A and E. Before too long it was time for her to go off duty and make her way home.
Once she was back in her apartment, the reality of everyday life began to creep in, and weariness swept over her as she recognised that she was totally, utterly alone. She had no doubt that James would have finished his shift and be comforting Caitlin right now, and that left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She reached into her pocket and drew out the letter James had given her. She had been busy these last few hours, but it had taken all her reserves of willpower to keep herself from opening it until now. All her hopes for the future lay within the contents of this envelope, but James hadn’t even asked her what it contained. Perhaps he assumed all would be well…or maybe his priorities had changed, now that Caitlin needed his support.
She tore open the envelope. ‘Dear Dr Shaw,’ the letter began, ‘I am sorry to inform you that, due to a filing error, your application was mislaid, and unfortunately the position you applied for has been filled in the meantime. Please accept our deepest apologies for the mix-up.’
Amber scrunched the letter into a ball and pulled in a shuddery breath. All her dreams were gone in the blink of an eye. She was devastated.
She had worked hard throughout her training to become a doctor, and her one ambition was to specialise in accident and emergency medicine. Now that opportunity had been denied her, and she was to all intents and purposes going to be out of work within a few weeks. It was too late to pursue any other job offer because all the specialist applications were closed.
She wandered around the apartment, seeing nothing, struggling to take in the news. There was no point in ringing James to confide in him, and seek to find consolation together. If he had cared enough, he would have phoned her by now to ask how she was getting on, and she could only guess that he probably had other things on his mind.
Instead, she rang her mother. She, at least, would want to know the result of all her efforts, and Amber had already found a voice message on her answering machine asking her to get in touch.
‘Oh, Amber,’ her mother said, ‘I never dreamed that they would turn you down…Well, they haven’t, have they? It’s all down to administration errors. Is there anything you can do now? Will there be other jobs you can apply for?’
‘I doubt it,’ Amber said in a resigned tone. ‘It’s too late now to sort anything out. All the specialist positions that would have interested me will have been filled by now. The most I can hope for is that I can apply for a locum post. I might be able to fill in when people are sick. It means going from one hospital to another, where I’m needed, perhaps, or working for short stints on contract—a few months at a time, maybe.’
‘It might not be so bad as you imagine,’ her mother commented. ‘Perhaps something will turn up.’
‘Let’s hope so,’ Amber murmured.
They chatted for a little while, about her mother’s work as a graphic artist, and Amber enquired after her father, who worked as a general practitioner at the local health centre.
‘He’s out on call, at the moment,’ her mother said. ‘There seems to be a spate of people going down with flu. I think he’s overworked and stressed just now—one of the doctors is off sick, and another is away on leave, so the practice is under a bit of a strain. He’s had to take on a good share of his workload, as well as his own. We’re both under a good deal of pressure at the moment and things are a bit tense between us at times. I have deadlines to meet, and nothing quite goes the way I want it. I told him what we both need is a good holiday.’
Amber could see how that prospect would be tempting. She could do with a break herself. She had a picture in her mind of boats tethered on a gently sloping beach, while waves lapped desultorily at the shore, leaving white ribbons of foam to fringe the golden sand. Exotic birds would fly from one palm tree to another…and there, in the forefront, gazing at the vista before him, stood a tall, bronzed figure, his blue eyes half-closed against the glare of the sun.
She