by Sarah Morgan
Holly smiled. ‘He’s certainly a good doctor.’ She tapped away at the keyboard with sure fingers until she brought the right information up onto the screen. ‘Oh, here we are. Tell me—’ she kept her voice casual ‘—do you normally have to wait a long time to see him?’
She wanted to find out whether Caroline’s comment was typical of the time it took to get an appointment with Mark.
‘Well, that depends on the receptionist.’ Alison gave a wry smile. ‘Caroline works on the principle that if she makes you wait long enough you’ll either be dead or better by the time your appointment comes round. The others are really nice and if it’s an emergency they always seem to manage to squeeze you in.’
‘That’s good to hear,’ Holly said lightly, checking in the records that Helen had no recorded allergies or any other relevant medical history. ‘Is she allergic to any drugs, Alison?’
‘No.’ Alison shook her head. ‘Nothing.’
‘Right. I’m going to ask one of the doctors to write her a prescription.’ Holly tapped away again. ‘Can you wait for a few minutes while I find out when one of the partners is likely to be back?’
Just then the door opened and Mark strode in, a frown touching his dark brows. ‘Holl?’
‘Good afternoon, Dr Logan,’ Holly said, her voice formal in case he hadn’t realised she was with a patient. ‘Helen had a bit of an accident with a dog but we’ve sorted it out.’
Mark grinned at the little girl and for a brief moment Holly saw him as other women must see him. Tall and athletic, with broad, muscular shoulders and laughing dark eyes. With his cropped dark hair and permanently shadowed jaw he was wickedly handsome, and Holly wondered what the staid old ladies of Cornwall thought of him. Then she gave a chuckle. They probably loved him. The ones on the ward always had. She watched him curiously. Alison was right, he was gorgeous. Gorgeous and sexy. It was just that she didn’t usually see that when she looked at him. She just saw the Mark she’d known all her life.
‘Hello, tiger.’ His attention was focused on his young patient. ‘Have you come to play with my toys again?’
‘Holly rides on helicopters,’ Helen said breathlessly, and Mark laughed.
‘I know she does. Always has her head in the clouds does Holly. And what have you been doing to your arm?’
Helen’s lip wobbled. ‘Dog bit me.’
‘You poor sausage.’ Mark squatted down so that he was on her level, his dark eyes gentle as they locked with the little girl’s. ‘Did you bite it back?’
‘Of course not, silly.’ Helen giggled in spite of herself. ‘It was furry.’
Mark pulled a face. ‘Yuck! And how does that arm feel now?’
Helen stared thoughtfully at her new bandage. ‘Better,’ she said finally, and Mark smiled and ruffled her hair.
‘Good.’ He looked at Holly and raised an eyebrow. ‘Stitches?’
She shook her head. ‘I thought it was best to avoid them. I cleaned it thoroughly, though. She’s covered for tetanus but she’ll need some antibiotics as it was a puncture wound. I thought co-amoxiclav—she’s not allergic to anything, I’ve checked.’
Mark blinked and then gave a crooked smile. ‘I’d forgotten what it was like working with someone as efficient as you.’
Holly pressed the right keys on the computer and the prescription came out with a whizzing noise.
‘The wonders of technology,’ Mark murmured, signing it with a flourish. ‘Here you are, Alison. We’ll need to see that wound again—when do you think, Holly?’
Holly laughed. ‘Well, seeing as I haven’t even got my uniform on yet, I don’t really know the setup here. Is there a dressing clinic or do I just do a general session?’
Mark frowned and thought for a moment. ‘Routine dressing checks usually just get booked into your general sessions. Meg, our practice manager, will fill you in on when they are. Most mornings, I think, and then special clinics—asthma, immunisation and things in the afternoon.’
Alison scooped Helen up in her arms. ‘Gosh, you’re a lump! Too big for Mummy to carry around like this.’ She gave the child a squeeze and lowered her gently to the floor, glancing at Mark while she did so. ‘So what happened to Sister Hill? I thought the baby wasn’t due for another two months?’
‘It wasn’t, but I’m afraid her blood pressure shot up and she was advised to rest so she decided to leave earlier than expected.’
Alison picked up her bag. ‘Which left you in the lurch, I would have thought.’
‘You can say that again.’ Mark gave a wry smile and raked long fingers through his dark hair. ‘But fortunately Holly has kindly agreed to step into the breach so we should be fine now.’
‘Come back in three days and I’ll check that wound,’ Holly said. ‘Sooner if it becomes inflamed or swollen, but it shouldn’t because the antibiotics should prevent any infection.’
Alison nodded and thanked her again before ushering the little girl out and closing the door behind them.
‘Thanks for dealing with them,’ Mark said, and Holly grinned at him.
‘To be honest, I was quite relieved. I was so afraid that our first meeting was going to be in front of the practice staff and we hadn’t discussed what I was meant to do.’
‘Do?’ Mark leaned broad shoulders against the wall and started to laugh. ‘What do you mean, “do”?’
‘Well, you know...’ Holly shifted uncomfortably. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was expected to—to...’
She started to blush, which felt ridiculous. Why should she blush in front of Mark when she’d known him for ever?
‘To what?’ Mark was still laughing, his dark eyes teasing. ‘To rip my clothes off in Reception in front of the patients?’
‘It’s all right for you to laugh!’ She put her hands on her slim hips and glared at him. ‘Mark Logan, you’d better watch your step or I won’t do this for you!’
He stifled the laughter. ‘Sorry, Holl. It’s just that I had this vision of you—’
‘I don’t want to know,’ Holly said primly, switching off the computer and clearing up the mess left from the dressing. ‘As it is, we have now been reunited in private, so we can avoid touching public reunions.’
‘Shame.’ Mark gave her a wicked grin, his eyes dancing. ‘We could have run towards each other in slow motion like they do in the movies.’
Her eyes twinkled in return. ‘With the sound of the sea in the background.’
‘Something like that.’ His smile was warm. ‘It’s really good to see you, Holly.’
‘It’s good to see you, too. Even if that handsome face of yours has got you into trouble again.’
‘Don’t!’ He gave a sigh and held out his arms. ‘Hug?’
She crossed the room and hugged him just as the door opened and Caroline Duncan entered.
Guiltily Holly tried to pull away, but to her surprise Mark held her tightly for a moment before releasing her with apparent reluctance.
‘Sorry, Caroline.’ His tone was easy and friendly. ‘You must excuse us but we haven’t seen each other for a while and we thought we were in private.’
It was a gentle reprimand for the fact that she hadn’t knocked, but Caroline was far from apologetic. In fact, if anything she looked angry. Her colour was high and she seemed flustered.
‘There’s a man in Reception who came off a jet ski in the bay,’ she said crisply. ‘I was going to send him to the Infirmary, but—’
‘Oh, I’ll see him as I’m here,’ Mark said, his tone pleasant but firm. ‘I’ve finished my calls so it’s only lunch he’s disturbing and I don’t usually get that anyway. Send him through to my room. Holly can give me a hand—we used to work in A and E together.’
Holly rolled her eyes. ‘Perhaps I’d better get my suitcase out of the boot and unpack my uniform,’ she said dryly. ‘I seem to have started work immediately.’
Mark pulled a face and looked guilty. ‘I wanted to give you the weekend to make yourself at home in Cornwall. Do you mind s
tarting straight away?’
‘Of course I don’t.’ Holly smiled and followed him down corridor to his consulting room, gasping as she saw the view. ‘Oh, Mark! No wonder this is your dream job. How on earth can you concentrate on the patients with a view like that out of the window?’
The yachts and fishing boats bobbed in the bay and the coast path stretched enticingly into the distance.
‘Nice, isn’t it?’ Mark dropped his bag by his desk and switched on his computer. ‘Oh, well, I suppose we’d better see this patient now.’
Holly lifted an eyebrow. ‘Do you do anything except minor accidents in this practice?’
‘That’s what happens in a holiday resort,’ Mark told her ruefully. ‘We get plenty of the ordinary routine stuff, too, but we’ll tell you about that over dinner. We’re meeting Ian Hughes, the senior partner, this evening.’
‘Oh, yes, I met him in London. I really liked him.’ Holly stared out across the bay. ‘Where’s your house?’
When she had helped Mark move five months earlier he had rented a small flat until he’d found somewhere more permanent. Now she was dying to see the house he’d chosen.
‘You can’t see it from here. I wanted you to come down before I bought it but you didn’t answer the phone for about two weeks...’ Mark looked at her quizzically and Holly coloured and turned away, avoiding that penetrating gaze. Mark saw too much.
‘I—I had a lot on...’
‘Right.’
She knew from his tone that he didn’t believe her but, good friend that he was, he didn’t push her.
‘So, is it far?’
‘No, not really.’ Mark walked across and stood next to her. ‘My surgery finishes at five-thirty and I’m off then until tomorrow so if you can wait that long you can follow me home.’
‘Well, if I’m going to be here all afternoon I might as well unpack my suitcase and see some patients,’ Holly suggested.
Mark hesitated and then gave a shrug. ‘If you’re sure you don’t mind, that would be great.’
Holly frowned. ‘Just one thing—I think Caroline’s taken an instant dislike to me.’
‘Yes.’ Mark’s tone was guarded. ‘She probably would.’
‘She would?’ Holly lifted her eyebrows. ‘Why would she? What have I done?’
‘Done?’ Mark dragged his long fingers through his dark hair and sighed. ‘You haven’t done anything. The reason Caroline doesn’t like you is because you are my fiancée, and she’s the woman I was telling you about.’
CHAPTER TWO
‘OH, MARK, it’s stunning!’
Holly stared at the house which was perched on the clifftop with views across the estuary and out to sea.
‘Great, isn’t it?’ Mark helped drag her cases out of the boot. ‘Wait until you see inside.’
Holly slammed the car door and followed Mark through the front door of the house and into a huge, glass-walled living room.
‘Oh, my goodness.’ She strolled over to the windows that hugged all three sides of the living room, giving an almost panoramic view. ‘This is fabulous. How on earth did you manage to get your hands on this?’
‘Right place, right time, as they say. Come and see my deck. The view’s fantastic. If I crane my neck I can see my boat.’ He gave her a smug grin and unlocked the French windows, opening up one side of the living room so that she could step onto the bleached wooden decking that curved around the house.
He was right. The view was breathtaking. She closed her eyes and breathed in the air, enjoying its salty freshness.
‘Have you done lots of sailing?’
‘Masses.’ Mark dropped onto one of the solid wooden chairs that surrounded a large table. ‘There’s a GP in the neighbouring practice who’s keen and he’s been crewing for me.’
‘Poor man!’ Holly rolled her eyes and smiled. ‘I remember sailing with you in our teens. It was a nightmare!’
Mark lifted an eyebrow. ‘I thought you loved our sailing.’
‘You yelled at me, Mark.’ Holly paced along the deck and looked at the view in the other direction. ‘This is fantastic.’
‘Did I yell?’ Mark sounded astonished and Holly turned and leaned against the balcony, wisps of blonde hair flying across her face as the wind gusted gently.
‘Never mind that. Tell me about Caroline.’
‘Later.’ Mark stretched out long legs and his dark eyes narrowed as they fixed on her face. ‘I want to know what’s been happening to you. I haven’t seen you for five months and phone calls aren’t the same. Bring me up to date. How’s your love life?’
‘Oh, you know.’ Holly gave a careless shrug. ‘Still kissing frogs.’
Mark threw back his head and laughed. ‘And not one of them has turned into a handsome prince?’
‘Not that I noticed,’ Holly quipped lightly, trying to skirt over the fact that her love life was totally non-existent.
‘So you still haven’t lost your virginity?’ Mark gave her a gentle wink and she blushed prettily.
‘Why on earth was I stupid enough to tell you that?’ she muttered crossly, and Mark chuckled.
‘Because we’ve always told each other everything.’ He shook his head slowly, his face alight with amusement and incredulity as he looked at her. ‘I can’t believe some lucky man hasn’t swept you off your feet.’
‘Well, they haven’t,’ Holly said flatly, and Mark’s smile faded.
‘So is that what’s wrong?’
Holly stiffened and turned to look across the bay. Anything rather than meet the sharp look in his eyes. Mark was far too perceptive.
‘Nothing’s wrong—’
‘You’re a lousy liar,’ he said softly, suddenly serious. ‘Holly, you’ve lost weight and you’ve got dark circles under your eyes. And don’t turn your back on me.’
She hesitated and then turned to face him, her expression haunted. ‘It isn’t anything—’
‘Holly!’ his voice was a threatening growl and she gave a wry smile that cost her a great deal in terms of effort.
‘Well, let’s just say it isn’t anything you can do anything about.’ She coloured slightly under his intense scrutiny. She didn’t feel ready to tell him yet.
‘Is it work or a man?’ His tone was blunt.
‘Mark, it really doesn’t matter—’
‘Work or a man?’ he persisted, and she sighed in exasperation.
‘You don’t ever give up, do you?’
‘No.’ His gaze was steady. ‘So now you’ve remembered that, perhaps you’ll answer my question. Work or a man? Surely it wasn’t—what was his name? Simon. Are you still seeing Simon?’
‘No.’ Holly shook her head, securing strands of blonde hair behind her ear. ‘No, I’m not.’
‘Good thing, too,’ Mark growled, dark eyes narrowed. ‘He wasn’t right for you. His eyes were too close together.’
‘So were his affairs.’ Holly’s voice was quiet and Mark stared at her.
‘He had affairs? While he was with you?’ His jaw tightened and his expression was ominious. ‘Give me his address—’
‘Mark, no,’ Holly interrupted him hastily, knowing that Mark was more than capable of tracking down Simon and defending her rather too vigorously. ‘I don’t need you to intervene—but thanks for the thought.’
Mark’s anger was still evident. ‘Were you in love with him?’ His voice was sharp. ‘Is that why you’ve got the shadows under your eyes? Did he hurt you?’
Holly shook her head and gave him a wan smile. ‘No, I wasn’t in love with him. And, no, he didn’t hurt me—not really, so you can dismount from your white charger.’
Mark watched her for a long moment, his eyes intent on hers. ‘OK,’ he said finally, a frown touching his brows, ‘but if he isn’t responsible for your drawn appearance, who is?’
‘No one!’ Holly wrapped her arms round her waist and paced over to the far side of the deck. ‘It was nothing like that. Drop it, Mark. Please.’
She heard the ch
air scrape on the decking and the sound of his footsteps behind her, then strong hands curled over her shoulders.
‘Which means it must have been work.’
‘Please, Mark.’ Her voice was barely a whisper and her eyes were closed. ‘I really can’t face thinking about it.’
He swore softly and she felt his hands tighten protectively on her shoulders.
‘You know I’m always ready to slay your dragon,’ he said gruffly. ‘You only have to say the word.’
The memories came crashing down on her like the waves on the rocks below and she took a deep breath.
‘Can we change the subject?’
‘OK,’ he said finally, his voice soft, ‘on the condition that you put that weight back on and lose the shadows round your eyes. And on the condition that you remember that I’m here for you whenever you need a friend. We’ve never had any secrets from each other. Don’t forget that, Holly.’
How could she forget? He was her oldest and dearest friend. She turned to face him and for a wild moment she was tempted to confide in him. But she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. Not even to Mark. The truth was, she didn’t want to think about it at all...
She lifted her chin and tried to lighten the mood. ‘You’re worried about the shadows under my eyes? You’re saying I’m not glamorous enough to be your fiancée?’
He lifted a hand to stroke her hair away from her face, staring down at her with an odd expression on his face.
She tipped her head to one side. ‘Mark?’
He stirred himself. ‘You look great. I’m just worried about you that’s all.’ He turned away from her and walked back towards the French windows. ‘OK, back to practicalities. We’re going to the yacht club for supper with Ian, but we’re not meeting him until eight-thirty so how about having a snack?’
She nodded and followed him inside, through the spacious lounge and into the kitchen.
‘Mark Logan, you’re a slob!’ She surveyed the dirty dishes strewn around the work surfaces with mock disapproval. ‘You have a perfectly good sink with a view to die for and you can’t be bothered to wash up.’
‘I told you I needed a fiancée,’ he teased, his smile dying as he saw the look on her face. ‘Just joking—truly!’
