'What X-rays did you request?'
'AP, lateral and scaphoid views—was that wrong?' She felt a stab of anxiety. 'Did I miss something?'
'No, you did well.' There was a glimmer of surprise and admiration in his eyes. 'Better than most. Come on, I'll check the X-rays for you.'
Keely followed him down the corridor, struggling to keep up with his long stride.
He squinted at each of the X-rays in turn. 'Well, you're right. They're all negative. Let's examine her.'
He introduced himself to the patient, examined her thoroughly and then nodded at Keely.
'It's a scaphoid fracture. I agree with you. Well done for trusting your instincts.'
As usual his quiet words of praise made her feel as though she could have walked on water.
'But why are the X-rays clear?'
Whenever she was in doubt about a patient she took every opportunity to pick his brains and was rapidly finding out that Zach Jordan was a first-class teacher.
'The fracture isn't always visible,' he told her. 'Put her in a scaphoid plaster and refer her to the next fracture clinic. They'll X-ray again and it might be visible by then.'
She remembered her father saying that Zach Jordan was one of the most talented doctors he'd ever worked with and now she was seeing it at first hand. He was fast and confident, never doubting himself and always ready to do his best for each patient. She just wished she didn't find him so disturbing.
'He's married.'
Fiona, the doctor who'd sat next to her in the lecture theatre on that first morning, flopped into a chair in the staffroom, a gloomy expression on her face. 'Why are the good ones always married?'
'Who's married?' Keely stirred her coffee, her mind still on a nasty road traffic accident that had come in earlier.
'Zach Jordan.'
'Zach?' Her hand suddenly shook and hot coffee sloshed over the side of the mug. 'Oh, no!'
She stood up and fetched a cloth only to find Fiona watching her with a knowing expression.
'You, too...'
Keely walked back to the table. 'What do you mean— "you, too"?'
'You're obviously just as smitten as the rest of us.'
'Fiona, I just spilled my coffee,' Keely said calmly, carefully mopping up the mess she'd made. 'Why does that make me smitten?'
Fiona gave a wry smile. 'Because he has that effect on women. My entire body shakes when he comes into a room. Believe me, I can't hold anything hot within a hundred yards of the man.'
Keely laughed. 'Fiona, you're awful.'
'Well, all I can say is that she must be an amazing woman.'
Keely rinsed out the cloth and put it back by the sink. 'Who must be?'
'His wife.' Fiona curled her legs underneath her and settled herself more comfortably in the chair. 'Imagine marrying a man like that. Not only does he have the most luscious body I've ever seen but he's strong and cool-headed and a brilliant doctor. And so-o sexy. What a man!'
Keely frowned. Was Zach really married? And why should it bother her if he was?
A man like Zach was bound to be involved with someone. And it was really none of her business. It wasn't as if she had feelings for him. Not really. She was just struggling with the remnants of a powerful teenage crush.
'He called her sweetheart,' Fiona said dreamily. 'I heard him on the phone. And then he said he loved her. Can you imagine? Isn't that romantic? He didn't care who was listening, he loves her so much he just wanted to tell her. If you ask me, she's a very lucky woman.'