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KRISTY was very quiet on the way home from the after-school club that night but Lewis didn’t try to draw her out as he usually did. He was too busy thinking about what Helen had said to him.

He didn’t want to have to tender his resignation so from now on he would be far more careful about what he said. He also didn’t want to upset her again and it was worrying to know that he was so concerned about her feelings when she’d made it clear that she didn’t care about his. He tried not to dwell on the thought as he drew up in front of the house. He spent far too little time with Kristy as it was and it wasn’t fair to spend it worrying about his problems.

‘Would you like to watch a video after we’ve had our tea, sweetheart?’ he asked, smiling at the little girl.

‘All right,’ she mumbled, avoiding his eyes as she scrambled out of the car.

Lewis sighed as he followed her to the house. She was always so distant with him and he only wished that he could find a way to break down the barriers she’d erected around herself. He knew he must be patient if he hoped to gain her trust, but he would have loved to receive the occasional positive response from her.

‘Can I go and see the horse?’ she asked as soon as they were inside.

‘Yes, but put your schoolbag away first.’

He went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator as she ran off down the hall. He’d not had time to go shopping since they’d arrived so there wasn’t much choice. They’d fallen into the habit of buying a take-away supper every Friday in London and he suddenly decided that they would continue the practice. Kristy might appreciate the familiar routine and he would definitely appreciate a night free from cooking!

He went to the back door and told Kristy they were going out to buy their supper. She was reluctant to leave the horse, although she didn’t object, and once again he found himself wishing that she would show a little more spirit. Maybe some parents would be delighted by such unquestioning obedience but it troubled him. She should be making her opinions known instead of passively agreeing to everything he suggested.

It made him see how much work he still had to do to forge a bond between them, and how silly it would be to involve himself any more in Helen’s affairs. He needed to concentrate on his daughter and forget everything else.

‘Just leave everything in the tray, Janet, and get off home. It’s far too late to do the filing now.’

Helen sighed as the receptionist thanked her and hurriedly left. It was almost a quarter to seven—way past the time they were supposed to finish. Everyone else had left some time ago but she’d slotted a couple of extra patients into her list when they’d turned up without appointments. She could have refused to see them, but Ian had drummed it into her that the patients came first and that their own needs came a very poor second.

She frowned as she switched off the waiting-room lights. She’d never given any thought to that theory before, yet all of a sudden she found herself wondering if it was the right approach. Obviously, the patients deserved the highest level of care but was it really necessary to sacrifice their private lives to achieve that? Surely there should be a better balance between the needs of the patients and the needs of the staff—as Lewis had pointed out.

Her mouth compressed as she made her way to her room. Maybe she did need to make some changes to the way the surgery was run, but she didn’t need Lewis to advise her. He could keep his opinions to himself from now on. And if he couldn’t do so then he would soon discover that she hadn’t been making an idle threat when she’d promised to fire him!