The Brooding Doc's Redemption. Kate Hardy

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      She smiled at him. ‘I actually came to say that letter you wrote was perfect. I’ll do a mail merge and send them all off today,’ she said.

      ‘Great.’ And how ridiculous that her approval pleased him so much. She was his colleague. He knew he was good at his job. He didn’t need approval from her. But it still warmed him. ‘Your daughter’s very like you.’

      And why on earth had he said that?

      ‘The spit of me at that age, but with brown eyes,’ Laurie agreed with a smile.

      ‘I didn’t mean just in looks. It’s the way she is. Warm and open.’

      Oh, now, he really hadn’t meant to come out with that. He didn’t want her thinking that he was pursuing her, the way the gym guy had last year. Because he wasn’t pursuing her. Was he?

      Her smile widened. ‘Thanks. I’m trying to give her the best view of life and other people—and I don’t want her to think it matters that she doesn’t have a dad.’

      ‘Of course it doesn’t.’

      Though Marc couldn’t help wondering what had gone wrong with the marriage. He couldn’t imagine anyone being daft enough to let Laurie go.

      And that was an even more dangerous thought. Laurie Grant was sweet and warm and chaotic, and she most definitely didn’t need any more complications in her life. Especially a complication like him. ‘My patient’s here,’ he said, gesturing to the screen on his desk. ‘Better not keep him waiting.’

      ‘No.’ She got up and walked to the door. ‘See you later, maybe.’

      Marc couldn’t stop thinking about Laurie all afternoon. And he found himself going over to her place later that evening. Izzy was in bed, to his relief, and Laurie had tidied up. He wondered if she’d done it specially.

      ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I did tidy up in case you came over.’

      He groaned. ‘I’m sorry. Did I say that aloud?’

      ‘No, but it was written all over your face.’

      He felt the colour seep into his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t criticising you.’

      ‘I know, but it was chaos city here and it’d gone beyond even my mess tolerance levels.’

      She made coffee, and ushered them through to her living room. There were pictures everywhere, more even than he could remember Ginny having in their house. ‘So tell me about your patient.’

      ‘She’s about our age, and had cysts on both ovaries. The surgeon couldn’t save them. And now she wants a baby and can’t have one without help.’ He sighed. ‘I really feel for her.’ Especially as it had ripped the top off his own scars. Elaine Kirby had said how much she wished she’d starting thinking about a baby earlier, instead of leaving it until her career was settled and she’d saved up enough to extend her maternity leave. And how Marc wished he and Ginny hadn’t waited so long either …

      ‘IVF?’

      ‘Her husband isn’t keen—it’s not the money, it’s the emotional upheaval and what she’d have to go through physically. And she’s not sure about adoption—even though it’s the being there that makes you a parent, not the biology.’

      ‘That’s very true.’

      He grimaced. ‘Sorry. That wasn’t meant to be a pop at you.’

      ‘I know.’ She brushed it aside. ‘Poor woman. That’s a tough situation. But you can’t fix everything, Marc.’

      ‘You try,’ he pointed out.

      ‘Yes, and I always will. But you have to be realistic. Some things you can’t fix.’

      ‘I’m sending her for counselling.’

      ‘Which is exactly what I would’ve done, too.’

      ‘It doesn’t feel like enough.’

      He sounded so miserable. And Laurie wanted to cheer him up. ‘Maybe not now, but these things take time.’ She looked at him. ‘I have an idea. Something that will make you feel better.’

      ‘Dr Fixit again?’

      ‘Absolutely.’ And the fact that Marc Bailey was utterly gorgeous … well, that had nothing to do with this. A relationship wouldn’t be a good idea for either of them. But friends she could do. ‘Are you busy on Sunday?’

      ‘Why?’ he asked, sounding wary.

      ‘Because,’ she said, ‘you’re new to the area and there’s something special you probably don’t know about but you need to see, and it really has to be this weekend.’

      His eyes narrowed. ‘What does?’

      ‘Something,’ she said softly, ‘that I always came home for at this time of year. Even when we were really busy at the practice in London.’

      He blinked. ‘You lived in London?’ He sounded surprised, as if he hadn’t expected that.

      ‘I haven’t always worked in a small town.’ She smiled to take the sting from her words. ‘I trained in London, and I worked as a GP there after I qualified. I decided to come back home when Izzy was born. It was probably a bit selfish of me, but I needed my family’s support, and I’m glad I made that decision. So, shall I pick you up at nine on Sunday?’

      ‘You don’t know where I live.’

      ‘No, but you’re going to give me your address.’

      Marc could say no, but he had a feeling that Laurie wouldn’t accept it. What was it she’d said about the gym guy not taking no for an answer? She could give the man a real run for his money. Knowing he was beaten, he gave in and scribbled his address on a piece of scrap paper.

      She stuffed it in the pocket of her trousers. ‘Great. By the way, depending on how much rain we get over the next couple of days, you might need wellies. It can get a bit boggy. If you don’t have any, I can borrow Joe’s.’

      Joe—was that Izzy’s father? he wondered.

      The question must have been written over his face, because she explained, ‘Joe’s my big brother.’

      ‘The computer expert?’

      She looked pleased that he’d remembered. ‘That’s him.’

      ‘I have wellies.’

      ‘Good. I probably won’t see you before the end of surgery, so have a nice day.’ She smiled. ‘See you on Sunday.’

      Marc had no idea what he’d agreed to. And he really wasn’t sure whether he was more intrigued or terrified. Whatever, Sunday was going to be interesting …

      CHAPTER FOUR

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