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didn’t mention that her heart did strange things whenever he came near her!
    â€œWhat is he like?” Susan demanded to know.
    â€œA real stickler for perfection when it comes to work, I can tell you,” replied Megan. “He put the fear of God into everyone on his first day, but he seems to have eased off a little since then. Now that he has finally realised that we are not all complete imbeciles,” she added.
    â€œI must find some excuse to come down to Casualty,” said Susan. “I’m dying to see this man. Fancy you being treated by your own consultant!” She went into peals of laughter at the thought. “You were his first casualty from the County General, only he didn’t know it at the time.”
    Megan laughed too. “Yes, I suppose I was,” she said. “I don’t suppose he has thought of that.”
    Pushing open the door of the pub they entered into its welcoming warmth, a gratifying change from the sharp cold of the frosty night air. The first sight that met their eyes was a couple of senior registrars they both knew well, seated at the bar on the tall stools. One was a Canadian, an anaesthetist called Johnny Cox, and the other was a surgeon named Martin Taylor. They had both been at the hospital for about three years on their senior registrar rotations, and both were the sort of characters who became well known to everyone. Loved by some, disliked by others, but known to everyone!
    â€œHi girls, what a sight to gladden sore eyes.” Johnny’s loud Canadian twang echoed around the half-empty bar. “Here we were, just the two of us, wondering what two handsome fellows like us were going to do on our own and lo and behold, two gorgeous girls like you turn up!”
    Megan laughed. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Why aren’t you in the Mess—that’s your usual haunt, isn’t it?”
    â€œIt’s run out of beer again,” said Martin, heaving a sigh. “Our wretched Mess treasurer keeps forgetting to pay the brewery.”
    â€œDon’t tell me the brewery doesn’t trust the junior doctors, and won’t deliver until they have been paid,” teased Susan.
    â€œToo damned right they won’t,” said Johnny ruefully. “But now that you two have turned up, it has made my evening. I don’t care if the Mess has no beer, I like it better here.” He put his arm round Megan and gave her a resounding kiss on the side of her cheek. “What can I buy you to drink?”
    â€œStop it, you idiot,” Megan laughed, pushing him away. She knew him too well to be offended. Then she turned to Susan. “We might as well resign ourselves to the fact that we are not going to have a quiet natter by ourselves.”
    â€œWho cares?” said Susan, climbing up on to the stool beside Martin. “I was feeling like a change this evening anyway. We’ll have a red wine each,” she said to Johnny, answering for Megan as well as herself.
    The four of them decided to move so that they could talk more easily, and changed over to a table in the corner where they sat munching crisps, drinking and exchanging hospital gossip and jokes.
    â€œI hear the students have roped you into their revue,” said Johnny to Megan. “I can’t wait to see it. A little bird has told me we are going to see quite a lot of you!”
    Megan blushed. “Johnny, how did you know that?” she demanded. “It’s supposed to be a secret.”
    Johnny slung his arm loosely around her shoulders. “If there is one thing I like, it is a woman with a beautiful body,” he crooned into her ear.
    Megan ignored him. He was the hospital gigolo, a different girl every night, quite harmless as long as no one took him seriously. “Johnny, I’ve known you too long to be taken in by you,” she said severely.
    He gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re a hard woman, Megan,” he