Apparently he had gone to London to some special conference on trauma, and had taken one of the senior house officers with him. Megan found this out because an orthopaedic registrar had come down to the casualty department for the day to help out during the other junior doctor’s absence. The fact that she couldn’t explain to Giles Elliott why she had been in the Woodpecker the previous night and not at rehearsal, bothered Megan more than she cared to admit to herself. She felt restless and edgy and it was only with a supreme effort of self-will that she concentrated on her tasks. The mere fact that she found it so difficult to put him out of her mind bothered her too, and eventually she became annoyed with herself. This is ridiculous, she told herself severely. Stop making mountains out of molehills; the man probably hasn’t given you another thought since last night. However, try as she might, Giles Elliott’s face with its stony stare of disapproval kept floating in front of her mind’s eye.
