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No, it couldn’t be...

“Andy Montgomery, at your service,” he announced, immediately focusing on the injured fox cub.

His voice still sounded so familiar after all this time; deeper, perhaps, but with that same bright, melodic lilt. Relieved to have a second to pull herself together, Ellie concentrated on breathing steadily as he ran his skilled fingers over the little animal’s unresisting body.

“Right,” he said eventually, jumping up. “We’d better get it to the center as quick as we can.”

Ellie hesitated, steeling herself for the inevitable. It must have been almost six years since she’d last seen Andy...six years since he’d broken her heart. The heavy anger she’d clung to since that day kicked in, and she stood slowly.

“Of all the vets in the world, Andy Montgomery?” She hardened her gaze as she met the eyes of the person she had once loved so much. “What a coincidence. I’m glad you finally qualified—I wondered if you would.”

She had the momentary satisfaction of seeing his tall frame freeze. His face pale with shock.