A Pup to Rescue Their Hearts

by Alison Roberts

  They both laughed but then Josh touched her lips again with the briefest promise of a kiss. And then they caught each other’s gaze and both spoke at exactly the same time. Whispered, in fact, so Mattie couldn’t hear.

  ‘Later...’

  * * *

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  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘NO...’ LACHLAN MCKENDRY put his hand over his eyes as he lowered his head. ‘You can’t do that...’

  ‘I’m afraid that’s what it’s come to, lad. I really don’t think I can take any more.’

  ‘But you’ve been part of the household for as long as I can remember.’ Lachlan was using his middle finger and thumb to massage his temples now. ‘It will fall apart if you leave.’

  ‘It’s already fallen apart. Your mother has just fired her nurse. Again. That’s three so far this year. And it’s not as if she actually fires them. They walk out because she’s so appallingly unpleasant to them. Impossible. She told this last one that she was an imbecile. Too stupid to live. That it was no wonder she had to work as a private nurse because nobody was ever going to marry someone who had a face like a camel. The poor girl was in floods of tears when she left this morning.’

  ‘I can imagine. But, Mrs Tillman... Please... We can’t lose you as well.’

  Lachlan was aware of a rising anxiety. If his family’s loyal housekeeper walked out, he didn’t have the excuse of living and working in New York any longer. He was in London now, by comparison a mere stone’s throw from the Cotswolds and the huge, old manor house he’d grown up in. His father had died many years ago and he had no siblings to share the burden of his mother so this was his responsibility. His alone, and sadly, not one he relished, that was for sure.

  Josephine McKendry was not only a prickly and difficult woman, she had health issues that were serious enough to need full-time care. She would be better off in a rest home that catered for people that could afford the best but his mother was fond of saying that there was only one way she was ever going to leave that house and that was feet first, in her coffin.

  ‘She’s told me I have to administer her insulin injections.’ Mrs Tillman’s voice was rising as fast as Lachlan’s anxiety. ‘Me... I can’t even stick that temperature thing into the Christmas turkey without feeling rather faint myself.’

  ‘Mother’s perfectly capable of administering her own insulin.’ Unless she was having an asthma attack, of course. Or a bit of angina...

  ‘That’s as it may be.’ Mrs Tillman sniffed. ‘But, as you well know, she’s not about to do anything she doesn’t want to do. And she thrives on the attention. She’s just got bored with the last nurse, that’s all. She was just too easy to intimidate, I think, but I’m not about to let her start on me and that’s that.’

  ‘That’s absolutely fair enough...’ Lachlan looked up as his secretary poked her head around the door of his consulting room. He shook his head and held up his hand, indicating that he needed a few minutes before his next patient was ushered in. ‘Listen... I’m going to call London Locums right now and see how soon they can provide a nurse for Mother. And I’ll drive up this evening, as soon as I’ve finished my clinic. I’ll get this sorted, I promise. But please, please don’t leave, Tilly.’ Using the housekeeper’s old nickname was part of turning on the charm. It had always worked when he had been a kid, home from boarding school for the holidays and wanting a biscuit or some other forbidden treat from the kitchen. ‘And...what about Jack?’

  Mrs Tillman lived in a cottage on the estate with her husband, Jack, who had always been the head gardener on the property.

  ‘He’s not getting any younger, either. His back isn’t as good as it was. Maybe it’s time we both retired.’

  ‘Oh...not just yet. Please. And...you know what? I think it’s high time we talked about a raise in your salary, don’t you? Yours and Jack’s. So you can set yourselves up for a really comfortable retirement?’

  There was a long moment’s silence that stretched until Lachlan heard a very long sigh being released.

  ‘You always did have me wrapped around your little finger, young man.’ Mrs Tillman sniffed again. ‘I’ll have some dinner ready for you tonight but I’m not making any promises.’

  Lachlan headed out of the room, having assured Mrs Tillman that she was an absolute angel. He then found a smile for his secretary and receptionist who was right outside his door, clearly on a return mission to see if he was available yet. He leaned closer, to let her know that he was about to impart confidential information.

  ‘I need a few more minutes, Sally,’ he whispered. ‘Bit of a personal emergency to sort out.’

  ‘Oh...’ Good grief...was Sally actually batting her eyelashes at him? ‘No problem, Mr McKendry. It’s not a patient waiting for you, though—it’s someone from the PR department of your hospital.’ She was smiling at him now. ‘But I’m sure she’ll understand if I say you’ve got an emergency to deal with.’

  ‘Thank you so much. And could you find the number for a company called London Locums and then put me through? It’s rather urgent.’

  ‘I’m onto it.’

  Sally sped back to her desk and Lachlan ducked back into his office for the private call that came through a commendably short time later. It was somewhat childish, but he noticed he had his fingers crossed as he picked up the phone on his desk with his other hand.

  * * *

  Felicity Stephens was standing in the middle of chaos when her phone rang and it was tempting to ignore the call and get on with unpacking her suitcases—and airing out her attic apartment, of course, because it was distinctly musty after her absence of several months.

  Answering the beep of an alarm or a call that could be vital was hardwired into her brain, however.

  ‘Flick? I hope I’m not disturbing you.’

  ‘Not at all, Julia. I’m just staring at my suitcases, trying to summon the energy to unpack them.’

  ‘Oh...’ She could hear laughter on the other end of the line. ‘I’ve called at precisely the right moment, then. Don’t unpack—I’ve got another job for you.’

  ‘Really? I hope I’ve got time to sleep off the jet lag.’

  ‘No. It’s urgent. I have, in fact, a rather famous plastic surgeon on the other line right now, desperately hoping that you’re going to say yes to what is a very urgent position.’

  ‘How urgent?’ Flick pushed waves of her hair back from her face. It felt lank and lifeless—a bit like she felt herself after the incredibly long flight back from Australia.

  ‘To start as soon as you can get to the Cotswolds. Preferably this afternoon.’

  Flick’s laughter had a hollow ring. ‘You’ve got to be kidding.’

  ‘He’ll pay double your normal salary. And it only needs to be until he can find someone permanent, although, from what I’ve heard about his mother, she’s known as a bit of a dragon so it might not be an instant fix. She needs careful handling, apparently, which is why I thought of you. You do “difficult” cases better than anyone I know.’

  ‘Ha...not necessarily by choice.’ But Flick had to admit she
was slightly intrigued. Plus, she’d never had the chance to explore the Cotswolds and wasn’t that supposed to be one of the most beautiful parts of Britain? ‘Who’s the famous surgeon?’

  ‘His name’s Lachlan McKendry. I’ve known of him for a few years, now. I guess I took notice of the articles about him because he’s...well...kind of cute.’ Flick could almost hear Julia shaking her head at such adolescent behaviour. ‘Anyway, he grew up here—well, in the Cotswolds. Did his medical training in London but then went to the States for postgraduate degrees.

  ‘He’s a paediatric plastic surgeon who specialises in nerve reconstruction,’ Julia continued. ‘He’s in demand at every international conference and he got headhunted to come back to London by The Richmond International Clinic, which is the private arm of St Bethel’s Hospital in Richmond, but he’s splitting his time between private and public work. It’s his mother who needs the full-time care.’

  ‘What’s her medical history?’

  Flick listened as Julia rapidly listed what added up to be a complex set of conditions that needed monitoring and frequent treatment. It certainly sounded like a challenge and that was almost as enticing as a completely new part of the world to explore.

  ‘So...what can I tell him?’ Julia spoke cautiously enough to advertise her hope that Flick could help her with this important client. ‘He’s on hold even though it sounds like he’s probably got a waiting room full of patients. He’s desperate.’

  Flick eyed her suitcase. It still contained everything she needed for a temporary position. A bit of extra money would certainly come in handy after those expensive flights from the other side of the world and her car definitely needed a good run after being garaged for so long.

  ‘Tell you what, Julia. I need a couple of hours to wash my hair and sort myself out and then I’ll drive up and meet this dragon and then I’ll decide. You can tell this Mr McKendry that, as long as his mother isn’t unbearably obnoxious, I’ll hang around until he can find someone permanent.’

  ‘Oh...bless you, Flick. You’re the best.’

  ‘Hey... I’m not making any promises.’ But Flick’s smile was wry. ‘Text me the address. I’ll aim to get there somewhere around six-thirty p.m.’

  * * *

  Jennifer, from the public relations department, was in her forties and immaculately groomed, as if she was ready to stand in front of cameras at a moment’s notice to inform the public of anything important that involved either St Bethel’s Hospital or the Richmond International Clinic. She opened her briefcase the moment she sat down in Lachlan’s office and produced a sheaf of papers.

  ‘There are a few things I need to check before we release the exciting news that you’ll be available for the specialist postgraduate training scheme they’ve been begging you to do in the wider Gloucester area.’

  ‘No problem.’ But Lachlan glanced at his watch. He would prefer to escape from London before peak-hour traffic made it too tedious. Then something clicked. The timing of this crisis with his mother was actually quite serendipitous. ‘In fact, it could be that I may have to spend more time in the area during this—what is it, a twelve-week programme? I may even stay there at times and commute back to London when I need to.’

  ‘Yes, it’s twelve weeks. Is there a reason for you wanting to base yourself away from London?’

  ‘My mother lives not far from Gloucester. She’s...ah...not very well at the moment.’

  ‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.’ But Jennifer clearly had other things on her mind as well. ‘You won’t have to pull out of upcoming obligations in London, though, will you? You’re due to start filming for that documentary next week.’

  ‘Ah...yes. They’ve been following young Dexter since he had his surgery for the brain tumour a couple of years ago. And I’m going to do a masseteric nerve transfer surgery to treat his facial paralysis.’

  Jennifer nodded. ‘They want to film the initial consultation with you, Mr McKendry, when you’re explaining the surgery to him. And that’ll be a good time to talk to them about having cameras and crew actually in the operating theatre. I’ll come to that meeting as well. I’ve already spoken with Dexter’s family and the neurosurgical team he’s been under. Everyone’s very excited about being part of the documentary.’

  ‘It won’t be a problem,’ Lachlan assured her. ‘It’s in my diary already and I’ll work around any current cases. If I could reduce my patient load over the duration of the postgraduate training course, though, that will offer more time to devote to the training. I can be available to operate as well as deliver lectures, which might be of even more benefit to the surgeons wanting to upskill.’

  ‘Yes...’ Jennifer was nodding enthusiastically. ‘And it will be so valuable for inter-hospital relationships as well. I’ll look at adjusting your rosters and outpatient clinics here myself, and then chase up any paperwork that might need covering to give you clinical privileges in other hospitals. Or at least the big ones in the area—Gloucester General and Cheltenham Central. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to get more of your expertise.’

  ‘I’m happy to oblige,’ Lachlan told her. ‘Even a small change can make a big difference in paediatrics. A registrar in an emergency department learning a new suturing or wound closure technique—for a serious dog bite, for example—might mean that a child is less scarred and won’t need further surgery later on.’

  Jennifer was scribbling notes. ‘I’ll put together a press release after I’ve talked to all the hospital administrators who are keen to get on board with this programme.’ Her glance up at Lachlan was impressed. ‘You’re going to be rather busy for the next few months. I’ve never known any of our doctors to be in demand quite like this.’

  Lachlan shrugged. ‘I like being busy. And the commute will be a good thing. I’m going to enjoy giving my new car a bit of a run on the motorways.’

  If he did end up basing himself out of town to focus on finding a more permanent solution to the problem his mother was presenting, frequent trips to London would also give him a break from her and that would be a good thing for both of them. Better than good. Vital...

  And...it was impossible to stop another thought flashing through the back of his head with the speed of light. Another small issue that he’d been putting off dealing with despite knowing that action was overdue. Being largely out of town for some time would present the perfect opportunity to bring an amicable end to his current liaison with Shayna, the very cute physiotherapist he’d met a few weeks ago. Or was it nearly two months? Too long, anyway, given that she was getting too attached.

  Good grief, she’d even asked if she could have her own space in the chest of drawers in his bedroom, despite having had the ‘F’ rules clearly spelled out from the beginning. A relationship for Lachlan was about Fun and that was all. No Full time. No Future. No Family.

  Lachlan glanced at his watch again, letting his breath out in what might have been a small sigh of relief that split-second interruption had provided.

  ‘Speaking of which,’ he told Jennifer, ‘I need to get going, but just email me any queries. Or leave a phone message and I’ll call back as soon as I can.’ As if his phone wanted to back up his promise, a text alert sounded. Lachlan glanced at the screen, standing up as Jennifer got out of her seat. It was a message from Julia at London Locums and he could see the initial lines of the text.

  Felicity’s on her way to meet your mother. Good luck. She’s the best—

  Lachlan didn’t open the message to read the rest. Yes, Julia had said on the phone that this nurse would only be deciding whether or not to take the position after she’d met his mother but getting her there was the biggest hurdle to get over. He’d had many, many years of learning that he could get pretty much anything he wanted with a combination of charm and unlimited funds available. He could feel his lips curling into a smile that was already anticipating success in dealing with the initia
l step of solving the problem of his mother.

  ‘You know what, Jennifer? I’m confident that I’ve already got arrangements in place that will make this all run as smoothly as possible. I might even be back by tomorrow morning and have some time to meet up. We can thrash out the final details of the training programme. Maybe you can give me some tips for working with that film crew as well.’

  Jennifer gave him an unreadable look. ‘I think you’ll manage just fine, Mr McKendry. You seem to have everything well under control.’

  * * *

  Yes...

  He did have things under control. The issue of dealing with an aging and difficult family member was nothing he couldn’t handle and Lachlan McKendry had every intention of doing so with kindness and patience. Josephine McKendry was his mother, after all, and you only ever got one of them.

  And how could you not feel happy when you could stay in the fast lane and pass everything else on the M4 as if they were barely moving? He settled a little deeper into the butter-soft leather seat of his brand-new, Dolomite Silver Porsche 911 Carrera. Zero to one hundred kilometres an hour in four point two seconds. Not that he’d tried that out yet, of course, but it would be fun...

  The average time from London to Gloucester was a couple of hours but Lachlan wasn’t going that far because the family estate was in a deeply forested pocket amongst Cotswold villages. He’d be able to shave at least forty minutes off that kind of journey time. The inbuilt sat nav in his dashboard was already recalculating his arrival time as Heathrow Airport flashed past. He should be at his destination by about six-thirty p.m. Just in time for an aperitif before one of Tilly’s delicious dinners.

  A vocal instruction was enough to raise the volume level of the music coming from a sound system that was one of the best Lachlan had ever heard but he wanted something a bit more upbeat. Something that fitted in with his current optimism.