A year in the life...
...of the Scottish doc.
TV presenter Kristie Nelson’s new job could make her career, but it involves filming GP Rhuaridh Gillespie on a remote Scottish island. The doctor’s temper is as hot as his rugged good looks and soon their chemistry steals the show. Only, Kristie’s just as tempted off camera by the gorgeous doc, who’s challenging her to face her past, as she is when they’re in the spotlight...
“You just scaled part of a rock face and walked through a waterfall, Dr. Gillespie. Some people might call that superhero material.”
“What would you call it?” The words were out instantly. Instinct. His gut reaction to that question. Because he really wanted to know the answer. He wanted to know exactly what Kristie Nelson thought about him.
If he’d thought for a few more seconds, he’d have realized she’d just avoided his question. The one that might get to the heart of who she was.
“I haven’t quite decided yet,” she whispered, the edges of her mouth turning upward. “But things are looking up.”
Her hand on his skin was making his pulse race. His eyes went instinctively to her mouth. The one he wanted to kiss.
He moved forward, all rational thoughts leaving his brain as his lips firmly connected with hers. She reacted instantly, leaning in toward him and sliding one hand up the side of his neck. He knew she needed comfort. He knew she needed reassurance.
But little alarms were going off in his brain, like red flags frantically waving. How could he kiss her when he knew there was something else affecting her?
Dear Reader,
I’ve been fascinated by all the recent TV series showing glimpses into people’s lives and I couldn’t resist trying to write about one. Meet Rhuaridh Gillespie, the Scottish GP who has filming three days a week for an entire year thrust upon him with no real option to say no. Kristie Nelson is the American TV presenter who needs to make this show work—her last three have bombed—and sparks fly between the sparky American and the grumpy doc. It doesn’t take long for their sparring to make the show a hit—but how do they really feel about each other, and how can a relationship work when they are thousands of miles apart?
I loved writing a story that showed only a few days of every month. It kept me, and my characters, on their toes.
Here’s hoping you fall in love with these two as much as I did!
I love to hear from readers. Feel free to contact me via my website, scarlet-wilson.com.
Best wishes,
Scarlet
Tempted by the Hot Highland Doc
Scarlet Wilson
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Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT FROM MENDING THE SINGLE DAD'S HEART BY SUSANNE HAMPTON
PROLOGUE
‘ABSOLUTELY NO WAY. I’m not doing it.’ Kristie Nelson shook her head and folded her arms across her chest.
Louie, her boss, arched one eyebrow at her. ‘Do you want to pay your mortgage or not?’
She shifted uncomfortably on her chair. ‘I was promised a chance at working with the news team. These puff pieces are driving me nuts, and if you send me in the direction of another quiz show I swear I’ll grab that ceremonial sword from behind your head and stick it somewhere nasty.’
Louie let out a hearty laugh. They’d been working together far too long to be anything but straight with each other.
He sighed and leaned his head on one hand. ‘Kristie, your last two projects have bombed. You fell out—in a spectacular fashion, I might add—with the producer on the TV series you were scheduled for. I’ve had to search around for work that might fit with your other obligations.’
She swallowed, her throat instantly dry. Louie knew her well—better than most because she revealed nothing to most people—and, although she didn’t tell him so, she did appreciate it.
She stared down at the file he’d handed her. ‘A Year in the Life of the Hot Highland Doc? Really?’ Her voice arched upwards, along with her eyebrows. She tried to ignore the involuntary shudder that went down her spine. She straightened her shoulders. ‘Sounds like another puff piece to me.’
Louie looked her in the eye. ‘A puff piece that involves filming three days a month on the island—paid travel to and from the island, all expenses covered, and a salary better than any news channel would pay you.’
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. When he put it like that...
Louie continued. ‘These streaming TV channels are the ones with the big budgets these days. They’re making all the best new TV shows, and they’re not afraid to take chances. Don’t you think it might be a good idea to get in there, and make a good impression?’
Her brain was whirring. She knew it all made sense. She knew it was an opportunity. How many people really made it onto the terrestrial TV channels? She didn’t even want to admit that she’d subscribed to this streaming service too. Some of the shows were addictive.
Louie shrugged. ‘Filming is taking place all around the world. There’s a volcanologist in Hawaii. A museum curator in Cairo. A quarterback from an American football team. Someone training for the space station.’
‘And I get the Scottish doc?’ She held up her file, not even trying to hide the disappointment on her face.
Louie didn’t speak and the silence told her everything she needed to know. She’d got what was left. Louie had probably had to campaign hard to even get her this gig.
She flicked through the files sitting on Louie’s desk.
There was also a vet. A firefighter. A teacher. A policewoman.
If she’d had to rank each of the possibilities, she knew the work with the doc would have been last on her list. The thought of being around a medic all day—possibly being in a hospital environment—made her feel sick.
Six years ago as a media graduate she’d thought she was going to take the world by storm. But somehow that storm had changed into a long, hard slog with only a few glimmers scattered throughout. Part of her resented this job already. It wasn’t exactly her career goal. But what was?
Things had shifted in the last few years. Real life events had left her jaded and knocked her confidence in the world around her. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure what it was she was fighting for any more.
‘Isn’t describing someone as a Hot Highland Doc considered sexist these days?’
Louie shrugged. ‘Who cares? That’s the title we liked. It should draw viewers in. Who wouldn’t want to see a Hot Highland Doc?’
Her brain was still ticking. She wrinkled her nose. ‘Geography isn’t my strong point. Hold on.’ She pulled out her phone and stuck in the name of the island. ‘Arran? That’s on the southwest coast of Scotland. That’s not even in the Highlands.’
Louie laughed. ‘Like I said—who cares? At least it is an island. It’s the UK, so trade descriptions can’t get us on that one.’
Kristie closed her eyes for a second and thought about the pile of bills currently sitting on her dresser. This was money. Money that would be guaranteed for one year. She would be a fool to turn this down.
‘Smile. Arran—who knows? You might even like it. You just need to go there three days a month and film as much as you can. You need enough footage for forty-one minutes of screen time.’ Louie waved his hand. ‘And if it’s boring, do something to mix it up.’
This time it was Kristie that raised her eyebrows. ‘Mix it up? What exactly does that mean?’
Louis shrugged. ‘I mean, make it interesting viewing. If you work on another show that gets cancelled midway, people will start to think you have the kiss of death.’ He met her gaze. ‘People won’t want to work with you.’ He left the words hanging.
She gulped. She knew he was right. TV and media were ruthless. One minute you were the belle of the ball, the next you were lucky to pick up the leftovers—just like she was now.
She gave a slow nod of her head then frowned as she compared her file with some of the others. ‘This guy? There’s no photo.’
‘Isn’t there?’ Louie had moved over to his appointment diary, obviously ready to move onto his next task.
‘And how do you even say his name?’
Louie moved back around the desk and leaned over her shoulder. ‘“Roo-ah-ree”, I think.’ He winked. ‘At least try and get the guy’s name right.’
She stared at the scribbled notes in the folder. Rhuaridh Gillespie. General Practitioner. Also provides cover to Arran Community Hospital and A and E department.
How did that even work?
She swallowed and took a deep breath. How bad could this be?
‘How much preparation time do I have?’
There was a glint in Louie’s eyes as he threw something across the desk at her. Flight details.
‘A day,’ he answered.
‘A day?’ She stood up as she said the words. ‘What do you mean, a day?’
Louie just started talking as if there was nothing unusual at all about what he’d just said. ‘You fly into Glasgow, car hire has been arranged—you need to drive to a place called Ardrossan to catch the ferry to Arran. The crossing takes about an hour but...’ he paused as he glanced at some notes in front of him ‘...apparently can be hampered by the weather. So build in some extra time.’
Her brain had gone directly into overdrive. Clothes. Equipment. What was the weather like on Arran this time of year? This was the UK, not the US. She needed to learn a bit more about their healthcare system. And what about this guy? Under normal circumstances she’d take a few days to do some background research on him—to learn what kind of a person he was—what made him tick. Anything that would give her a head start.
She shook her head. Then realised she hadn’t asked one of the most important questions. ‘Who is my cameraman?’
Louie gave a little cough that he tried to disguise as clearing his throat. ‘Gerry.’
‘Gerry?’ She couldn’t hide her dismay. ‘Louie, he’s about a hundred and five! He doesn’t keep up well, his timekeeping is awful, and he always leaves half his equipment behind.’
Louie gave a half-hearted shrug. ‘Give the guy a break. He needs the work. And anyway, he knows you better than most.’
She bit her lip as she picked up her bag. Maybe she was being unreasonable. He did know her better than most—he’d been there with her and Louie when she’d got that terrible call. But last time she’d worked with Gerry he’d left her sitting in the middle of a baking desert in Arizona for three hours.
‘I swear if he isn’t at the airport when I get there, I’m leaving without him.’
Louie waved his hand. ‘Whatever.’ Louie picked up his phone as she headed to the door. ‘And, Kristie?’
She spun back around. ‘Yeah?’
He grinned. ‘Who knows—you might enjoy this.’
She didn’t hesitate. She picked up a cushion from the chair nearest the door and launched it at Louie’s head.
CHAPTER ONE
May
THERE WAS NO way that this amount of vomiting could be normal. Maybe it was something she’d eaten on the flight between Los Angeles and London? The chicken had looked okay. But then she’d had that really huge brownie at Heathrow Airport before the departure to Glasgow.
She groaned as her stomach lurched again and the roll of the waves threw her off balance. They weren’t even out at sea any more, they were in the middle of docking at the harbour in Brodick, Arran.
‘First-timer, eh?’ said a woman with a well-worn face as she walked towards the gangway.
Kristie couldn’t even answer.
Gerry gave her a nudge. ‘Come on, they’ve already made two announcements telling drivers to get back into their cars. Do you want me to drive instead?’
She shook her head and took another glug of water from the bottle he’d bought her. Poor Gerry. He’d spent half of this ferry journey holding the hair from her face so she could be sick. He was more than double her age, but seemed to have weathered the journey much better than she had—even if he had twice tried to get into the car on the wrong side.
She gave him a half-hearted smile. ‘Next time we get on a flight together I’ll have what you’re having.’ He’d popped some kind of tablet as soon as they’d boarded the flight in Los Angeles and had slept until the wheels had set down at Heathrow.
He returned a smile. ‘What can I say? Years of experience.’
She watched him shuffling down the stairs in front of her to the car deck. The boat’s bow was already opening, preparing for the cars to unload. Kristie ignored a few pointed glares as she made her way to their hire car and tried to squeeze back inside.
The cars in front had already moved by the time she’d started the unfamiliar vehicle and tried to remember what to do with the pedals and the gearstick.
She jumped as there was a loud blast of a horn behind her. She muttered an expletive under her breath as she started the car and promptly stalled it. The car juddered and heat rushed into her cheeks. ‘Why is everything on the wrong side?’
Gerry chuckled. ‘Just watch out for the roundabouts.’
She bit her bottom lip as she started the car again. The roundabout at Glasgow airport had been like an episode of the Wacky Races. The whole wrong-side-of-the-road aspect had totally frazzled her brain and she was sure at one point her life had flashed before her eyes.
‘Arran isn’t that big,’ she muttered
. ‘Maybe they don’t need roundabouts. Crazy things anyway. Who invented them? What’s wrong with straight roads?’
Gerry laughed as they finally rolled off the ferry and joined the queue of traffic heading towards a road junction.
‘Which way?’ she asked.
‘Left,’ he said quickly. ‘The doctor’s surgery and hospital are in a place called Lamlash. It’s only a few miles up the road.’
Gerry settled back in his seat as they pulled out onto the main road. The sun was low in the sky and all around them they could see green on one side and sea on the other.
‘I think I’m going to like this place,’ he said with a smile, folding his hands in his lap.
Kristie blinked. Although there were a number of people around the ferry terminal, as soon as they moved further away the crowds and traffic seemed to disperse quickly. There was a cluster of shops, pubs and a few hotels scattered along what appeared to be the main street of the Scottish town, but in a few moments the main street had disappeared, only to be replaced with a winding coastal country road.
‘I’ve never seen so much green,’ she said, trying to keep her eyes fixed on the road rather than the extensive scenery.
Gerry laughed. ‘You don’t get out of Los Angeles often enough. Too much dry air.’
A few splotches of rain landed on the windscreen. Kristie frowned and flicked a few of the levers at the side of the wheel, trying to locate the wipers. The blinkers on the hire car flicked on and off on either side. She let out a huff of exasperation as she tried the other side.
‘Road!’ Gerry’s voice pulled her attention back to the road as an approaching car honked loudly at her. She yanked the wheel back in an instant, her heart in her mouth. The car had drifted a little into the middle of the road as she’d tried to find the wipers. She cursed out loud as she pulled it back to the correct side of the road—which felt like the wrong side. ‘Darn it. Stupid road,’ she muttered.
Gerry shook his head. ‘No multiple lanes here. Get with it, Kristie. Embrace the countryside.’
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