âI have my patients to think of,â Nora told him.
âI canât allow just anyone access to their information.â
She was still fighting, even after the battle was lost. A part of Rob admired her tenacity. Yet while he admired her determination to get rid of him in spite of the pressure on her, Rob couldnât help but wonder why.
âDo you have something to hide, Dr. Blake?â
Her head snapped around and she stared at him with wide eyes. For a second, he thought he saw fear in their depths, but it was quickly replaced with anger. The elevator doors opened and she rushed off. He followed at a slower pace, but he was more intrigued than ever.
Homecoming Heroes: Saving children and finding love deep in the heart of Texas.
Mission: Motherhood âMarta Perry
July 2008
Lone Star Secret âLenora Worth
August 2008
At His Command âBrenda Coulter
September 2008
A Matter of the Heart âPatricia Davids
October 2008
A Texas Thanksgiving âMargaret Daley
November 2008
Homefront Holiday âJillian Hart
December 2008
Patricia Davids continues to work as a part-time nurse in the NICU while writing full-time. She enjoys researching new stories, traveling to new locations and meeting fans along the way. She and her husband live in Wichita, Kansas, along with the newest addition to the household, a stray cat named Spooky. Pat always enjoys hearing from her readers. You can contact her by mail at P.O. Box 16714 Wichita, Kansas 67216, or visit her on the Web at www.patriciadavids.com.
âE xcuse me, where is the patient Iâm operating on this morning?â Dr. Nora Blake stood impatiently at the nursesâ station in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. Two nurses in brightly colored uniforms were laughing about something until they heard her voice. Then they immediately fell silent, their smiles vanishing.
Nora knew she wasnât a favorite with the staff. She didnât possess the people skills many of her colleagues displayed. Her insistence on attention to detail and her intolerance of mediocre work had earned her the reputation of being difficult.
It wasnât that she didnât care what her coworkers thought of herâshe did. It hurt to see how quickly their expressions changed from cheerful to guarded, but making sure her patients received the highest quality care was far more important than being popular.
Arching one eyebrow, the slender nurse with short blond hair asked, âDo you mean Cara Dempsey?â
Nora raised her chin. Her skill was saving children with heart defects, not winning popularity contests. Professionalism was the key to getting things done right in the hospital, not sociability.
âIâm looking for the patient who came in from Blackwater General yesterday with transposition of the great arteries. Do you have the chart?â The words came out sounding sharper than she intended.
The ward nurse held out a black three-ring binder. âThe patient is in room five. Dr. Kent just finished talking to the parents.â
âThank you.â Nora nodded, relieved to hear that her partner had arrived first. Peter Kent would have explained the coming procedure to the family. It saved Nora the time and headache of trying to make laypeople understand the complex nature of the upcoming operation.
If she found any fault with Peter, who was ten years her senior and had been her partner for the past two years, it was that he was too upbeat in dealing with the families. As far as she was concerned, he often sugarcoated the truth and offered false hope. She would need to impress on the Dempsey family the risks involved, especially for an infant. Not every patient survived open-heart surgery.
Thumbing through the chart, she paid special attention to the laboratory values and medications being given to the two-day-old infant. Satisfied that everything had been done correctly, she closed the binder and moved to the computer in the corner of the desk area reserved for use by physicians. She pulled up the echocardiogram images of her patient.
She had already studied the scans extensively in her office late last night, but she wanted to make sure that she hadnât missed anything, so she watched the movie of the childâs beating heart one more time. As always, a profound sense of wonder and awe engulfed her. The human heart was a beautiful thing.