A Gentle Giant. Caroline Anderson

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      He knotted the sleeves around his trim waist and frowned at her. ‘Am I going too fast for you? You look a bit out of condition.’

      ‘It’s a few weeks since I went for a run,’ she confessed. More like a few months, she corrected herself, and made a conscious effort to slow her breathing.

      ‘All downhill now,’ he said with a grin. ‘Hell on the knees, but easy on the chest. Ready?’

      She nodded weakly, and he set off, his long legs loping steadily down the slight incline. She kept up with him, but his stride was much longer than hers, and it wasn’t easy. Once she stumbled, and his hand shot out like lightning and grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip.

      ‘OK?’

      ‘Yes—fine—just—thank you.’

      She looked up and met his eyes, and a new respect dawned in them.

      ‘I’ll shorten my stride,’ he suggested, the ghost of a smile playing around his eyes, and she stifled the retort. Playing games with her, was he?

      ‘Don’t bother,’ she said, and led the way, her pace too fast but her pride flying high.

      He caught up with her, shot her a grin and moved in front, deliberately racing ahead.

      ‘Show-off,’ she yelled after him, and dropped back to a more sensible speed. Her legs felt like jelly, and she wondered how much further it was. Rob was out of sight now, the bend ahead hiding him from view.

      As she rounded the corner, he thrust himself away from the rock he was resting against and jogged up beside her.

      ‘Nearly there,’ he said with a smile, and she nodded briefly and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.

      They dropped down the last section of hill to the coast road, and then turned left, back towards the village. This stretch of road was by now familiar to Jamie, and she knew it could only be a mile or so at the most, but it seemed to stretch on forever.

      Just when she felt she really couldn’t go on any longer, Rob tugged her to a halt at his side. ‘Let’s walk,’ he suggested. The view is breathtaking, isn’t it? It never fails to move me.’

      They fell into step, his long legs slowing to accommodate her shorter stride, and as they walked, he pointed things out to her.

      ‘Salmon farm,’ he said, and she squinted into the rising sun.

      ‘Where?’

      He moved round behind her, stretched out his arm and pointed. ‘Look along my arm,’ he instructed, and she rested her cheek against his forearm and looked.

      ‘Oh, yes,’ she said, distracted. His skin was cool and damp, covered with a fine sheen of moisture, and his body, so close behind her, smelt of soap and healthy exercise and a strange, heady fragrance that called to some long-buried primitive part of her.

      She moved away.

      ‘Rob, about what you overheard last night——’

      He stiffened. ‘Forget it.’

      ‘I can’t,’ she said quietly. ‘I didn’t want you to think I was prying.’

      ‘Weren’t you?’

      ‘No! At least, not intentionally. My father always said I leap in where angels fear to tread, but last night it didn’t occur to me that there was anything to pry into. Obviously Chloe has or has had a mother, and a child of that age isn’t usually brought up by the father on his own. It wasn’t an unreasonable mistake to make.’

      He was silent for a while, and then sighed, running his big hands through his hair. She thought he looked resigned.

      ‘I’m sorry, I tend to over-react.’

      Tell me about her,’ Jamie prompted gently.

      He gave a brief snort. ‘I thought Mrs Harrison already did that.’

      ‘No.’ Jamie stopped him with a hand on his arm and turned him to face her. ‘She only told me she was away and wasn’t coming back. Nothing else.’

      ‘What else is there?’ he said bleakly.

      ‘There’s why.’

      He shot her a black look. ‘Your father was right. You’re an interfering baggage.’

      She took a deep breath and smiled. ‘Mrs ? told me not to let you frighten me. I get the impression you’re just a pussycat.’

      He gave a wry snort of laughter, and then met her eyes candidly.

      ‘You want to know about Jennifer? She hated it in the Highlands. We met in Edinburgh, where I trained, and when I did my GP trainee year I came out here to this practice. It was wonderful, so clean and straightforward, somehow, after the city—but within a month Jennifer had left and gone back to Edinburgh. She said she wanted a divorce, and I was tied to the practice, so I begged her to wait until the year was over and let us try again.

      ‘She refused, and when the year was up they offered me a job here and I took it. As soon as the second year of our separation was up, she started divorce proceedings. I took some leave and went back to Edinburgh to try and talk her out of it. At first it seemed that we might have a chance, but, when she asked me if I would consider a city practice and I said no, the most I would consider was a small rural practice just outside a city, that was it. End of reconciliation.’

      His face bleak, he continued, ‘Eleven months later she turned up with Chloe, eight weeks old, and said she didn’t want her. I was appalled. I had no way of looking after her, so I took a few days off, shopped for baby equipment and a housekeeper, and Mrs Harrison turned up, bless her heart. She’d lost her husband, her children had left the nest and she was finding things a bit tight and a lot lonely. She’s been a marvel, and without her I would have lost the only thing in the world I really care about.’

      He turned away, but not before Jamie caught the bright sheen of tears in his eyes.

      ‘So now you know,’ he said a little unevenly. ‘As far as Chloe’s concerned, mothers don’t exist.’

      ‘And as far as you’re concerned, women don’t exist except in cities.’ Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. How could she fight such deep-rooted prejudice?

      ‘That’s right,’ he said tersely. ‘I have to get back. Do you know the way?’

      She nodded, and he left her there, watching his powerful legs eating up the road as he sprinted back home. She followed slowly, her heart heavy.

      How could she make him understand? The peace and tranquillity of the quiet little Scottish backwater were just what her spirit needed after the last harrowing year. Perhaps he would give her a trial? Yes, that was it, she’d persuade him to allow her to help, make herself indispensable and then he’d have no option …

      She shook her head. It wouldn’t work. He wasn’t a man who allowed circumstances to dictate to him. As she СКАЧАТЬ