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would burst. “I’m sure I will.”
    “We’ll wait outside, Em,” Gus said, jabbing Magpie with his elbow.
    “And if ya be needin’ any alt’rations, ma’am, I’ll be standin’ by.”
    Emily took a deep breath when they had closed up the curtain. For a time she fingered the workmanship of the jacket and trousers, her dark brown eyes fixed upon the sea beyond the open gunport, then with a determined shake of her head, she called out, “Dr. Braden? Are you still out there?”
    “I am.”
    “May I ask you something?”
    He poked his head round, catching her brushing away a tear.
    “I have no interest in seeing Mrs. Kettle again, but I do require some assistance. Would you help me?”
    Fully aware that an audience of men and boys stood eavesdropping a few yards away, Leander gave her a quick nod. He took a step towards her then stopped, not certain where to begin.
    She looked up at him questioningly, and quietly said, “Should we take off the nightshirt while I’m still in the cot?”
    “Of course.” He smiled uneasily as he came closer.
    Trying her best not to cry out in pain, Emily eased the shirt up around her legs. She took another deep breath. “Can you take it from here, Doctor?”
    “Do you feel up to this, Emily?”
    She attempted to smile. “Up to what, Doctor – taking exercise on the weather decks or having you take off my nightshirt?”
    The hospital walls thundered with the mirthful howling of its occupants. Leander turned scarlet.
    “If there is any more laughter out there,” he yelled over his shoulder, “I’ll give you all a shot of laudanum that will put you out for days.”
    Instantaneously, a hush descended upon the hospital.
    “Well done, Doctor,” Emily whispered.
    Knowing her shoulder was still raw, Leander slid the nightdress over Emily’s head as carefully as he could. Underneath, she wore her chemise and his eyes passed over her breasts. His hands shook slightly. The feel of her soft hair, those dark expressive eyes of hers, the interesting curves of her face … she was beautiful. He picked up the blue jacket that Magpie had sewn for her and helped her into the sleeves one at a time, certain he could hear the men’s laboured breathing in the distance. Once Emily had done up her jacket’s brass buttons, he leaned over her cot and murmured, “Now, I’ll pull the trousers on over that ankle of yours.” She shuddered as he touched her feet.
    He turned his head towards her. “Did I hurt you?”
    “No, I’m … quite fine.” Emily held her breath while he gently hiked the trousers up her legs.
    “Now, I hope you can finish the last bit.”
    He walked over to the open gunport, his back to her as she struggled with the trousers. Pulling them over her hips and up to her waist, Emily had to stifle the urge to laugh when she noticed the flap front. Then, kicking off her blankets, she hooked her legs over the side of her hammock. “Ready for step two, Doctor.”
    Leander spun around, knowing his face was still flushed, and observed her figure in the sailor’s clothing as discreetly as possible.
    “Ah, you’ll be needing shoes!” He dashed to a cupboard in the wall and opened its door to reveal three shelves on which he had neatly arranged his own hats, shirts, and cravats. He pulled out a straw hat and her blue silk slippers. “Before you went for your swim the other day,” he said, holding up the slippers, “you smartly tucked these into your jacket.” Kneeling down, he placed them onto her feet.
    “I don’t know how well they’ll wear climbing the ship’s rigging and spars,” said Emily, “but they do match my new jacket.”
    Leander looked at her thoughtfully. “I have never known a farmer’s daughter who was able to climb the rigging and spars of a ship.”
    “In another lifetime, Doctor, I – ” She forced a smile rather than finishing her sentence.
    Leander held out his straw hat to her. “Maybe we could save spar climbing for another day.”
    Emily