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ON WEDNESDAY morning, Marc walked into his surgery to find a plate on his desk containing a cupcake exactly like the ones he’d seen in Laurie’s kitchen the previous night, along with a printed copy of the table he and Laurie had made together, detailing the different exercise providers and which of them was going to call each one, with space to scribble notes.

That cake gave him an odd feeling. Was this the sort of thing his own child would’ve done with Ginny, making cakes and decorating them haphazardly and sending him off to work with one? A little thing, made with such love …

He shook himself as he heard a rap on the door, a nanosecond before it opened. Sam, the senior partner, leaned round the door. ‘Morning, Marc. How are you settling in?’

‘Fine, thanks.’ Marc summoned up a professional smile, not wanting Sam to see how much the cupcake had thrown him.

‘I meant to say yesterday, Ruth said you’re very welcome to come to ours for lunch on Sunday. It’s not much fun having weekends on your own and it takes a while to settle into a small country town, especially when you’re used to the city.’

Marc appreciated the overture of friendship but he’d learned that, once people knew about his past, any friendship tended to come tempered with pity. He had quite enough pity for himself without needing it from others. ‘Thanks. That’s really kind of you, but I have a few things to sort out.’

‘Sure. Well, you know where we are if you change your mind. Just turn up.’

‘Thanks. I will.’ Though Marc had no intention of doing so. He didn’t deserve such kindness. Not after the way he’d messed up.

Sam glanced at the cupcake and smiled. ‘Oh, good. I hoped we’d get some of the leftovers from the PTA baking session. Laurie’s cakes are wonderful.’ He laughed. ‘Even if Izzy does put half a ton of sprinkles on every single one.’

Marc carefully sidestepped the subject of children. ‘Laurie and I brainstormed the project last night.’ He waved the table at Sam. ‘She’s added the contact details, and we’re splitting the calls between us.’

‘Excellent.’ Sam looked pleased. ‘I can see you’re going to fit right in. We definitely made the right choice, asking you to join us.’

‘Thank you. I hope I live up to that.’

Marc didn’t get the chance to see Laurie during surgery as she was busy on house calls and, because she worked part time, she finished earlier than he did. After he’d seen his last patient for the day, he looked at his watch. Laurie’s place was on his way home from the surgery. He knew he probably ought to call her first and make arrangements to discuss the project, but he couldn’t resist the impulse to drop in and see her.

And he didn’t want to analyse the reason too closely.

‘Oh, Marc.’ She looked flustered when she opened the front door.

‘Sorry, is this a bad time?’

‘No, but my house is chaos city at this time of day, so I’ll have to ask you to ignore the mess. Izzy’s drawing pictures at the kitchen table. Come in, and I’ll put the kettle on.’ Her smile brightened back into a welcome.

And that was half the reason he was here.

Because that smile drew him. Made him feel that the world was a better place.

Marc followed Laurie into the kitchen, where a little girl was sitting at the kitchen table. Cocoa was sitting patiently by the child’s feet, clearly hoping for a share in the cake that sat on the plate beside her. He wagged his tail at Marc, but didn’t leave his position or break his eyeline from the table.

‘Izzy, this is Dr Bailey. He’s come to work with me at the surgery and he’s just popped in to see me about a project we’re working on together.’

The little girl looked up at him. ‘Hello, Dr Bailey,’ she said shyly.

‘Marc, this is Izzy, my daughter.’

‘Hello, Izzy.’ He looked at Laurie. ‘She’s very like you.’ She had the same wild dark curls, though they weren’t tied back neatly like Laurie’s hair was; and Izzy’s eyes were a deep brown rather than a piercing blue.

‘I’ve got a new friend at school,’ Izzy said. ‘Her name’s Molly. She moved here last week and she only started in our class yesterday. I said she could play with me and Georgia at playtime so she won’t be lonely.’

Taking the new girl under her wing—just as Laurie was taking him under her wing, Marc thought. Like mother, like daughter. ‘That’s very kind of you,’ he said.

‘Me and Mummy made some cakes. Would you like one?’ Izzy asked.

‘No, thank you.’

She nodded sagely. ‘Because you don’t want to spoil your dinner.’

Marc was torn between wanting to smile—he’d just bet that particular phrase came from Laurie—and panicking. He wasn’t used to this. He’d kept himself separate for so long; contact with a child, outside work, spooked him slightly.

‘That’s right,’ he said. ‘But your mum brought some of your cakes into work this morning and I had one then. It was very nice.’

She beamed at him. ‘Did you like the sprinkles?’

No. He’d scraped them off, along with most of the icing; it had been a little too sweet for his taste. ‘They were delicious,’ he said, not wanting to spoil it for her.

‘I like sprinkles.’

He couldn’t help smiling. He’d already worked that one out for himself.

‘Would you like a glass of milk?’

She really was her mother’s daughter—warm, sweet and generous. And it scared the hell out of him.

‘Thank you for the offer but I’m fine, thanks.’

‘Grown-ups normally have coffee or tea, Iz,’ Laurie said, putting her arms round her daughter’s shoulders and resting her face against her little girl’s.

It was just how Marc had imagined Ginny would be with their child, and it sent a shockwave through him. He really, really wished he hadn’t given in to that impulse to call in and see her. If only he’d waited until this evening, or had called her first to arrange a time when Izzy would be in bed …

‘But I’m not allowed to use the kettle. I’m too little,’ Izzy pointed out.

‘I know, sweetheart.’ Laurie kissed her. ‘Do you want to do another drawing for me? I need to talk to Dr Bailey about work. We won’t be long, I promise.’

He was eating into Laurie’s family time, and that wasn’t fair. And seeing Izzy, the love between parent and child—something he’d wanted so badly and would never have now—made him want to back away. Fast.

‘Did you want a coffee, Marc?’ Laurie asked.

‘No, thanks, I’m fine. I only called in because I was passing and I thought it’d be just as quick to drop in as it would be to ring you later.’

He looked nervous, and Laurie didn’t have a clue why. ‘Good idea,’ she said.

‘I wanted to let you know that I’ve had a good response already from the calls I’ve made. But do you have a slot booked on a regular basis in a hall or something, or will our patients need to go to a different place each week?’

‘I thought we’d try and keep everything in the same place, because then there’s less chance of any confusion and also no excuses for not turning up,’ Laurie said. ‘I’m waiting for a phone call to confirm it, but I’m pretty sure we’ve got the village hall on Wednesdays at eight. Sam says we can use the surgery’s waiting room for the talks from the cardiologist, diabetic specialist and nutritionist, if we need to, but obviously it’s not a suitable space for an exercise class. Even a small one.’

‘Great. I’ll call my contacts back to pencil in some dates, then. Oh, and I hope I haven’t stomped all over your toes, but I drafted a letter to the patient group over lunchtime. Do you want me to email it to you, so you can see if I’ve missed anything or there’s something you think needs changing?’

‘That’d be great, thanks. It’s probably easier to send it here than to the surgery. Do you have my email address?’

‘No.’

She scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. For a second, their fingers touched, and awareness surged through her; she damped it down swiftly. This wasn’t appropriate. Wrong time, wrong place. And probably wrong man; she didn’t exactly have a good track record in that department.

‘Thanks. I’ll, um, see you tomorrow. And I’ll email you that letter when I get home.’

‘OK.’

‘Bye, Izzy.’ Though he didn’t go over to the little girl or so much as look at her drawing, let alone comment on it.

Not that Izzy seemed upset by it. She was too busy colouring in her picture. ‘Bye bye, Dr Bailey.’ She smiled at him, and Laurie’s heart clenched with love for her daughter.

Was it her imagination, or had Marc gone very, very still?

Imagination, she decided, and saw him out.

But over the rest of the evening, she wondered. Did Marc have children and his divorce had been so acrimonious that he didn’t have access to them? Then again, she had a fairly good instinct about people, and she didn’t think Marc was the unreasonable type that would make any solicitor wary of allowing him access. Maybe it was something else, she thought. Something sadder, because Marc had definite shadows in his eyes.

Just before afternoon surgery the next day, there was a rap on Marc’s consulting-room door. Expecting it to be Sam, he looked up with a smile, and felt his eyes widen as he saw Laurie.

Which was ridiculous. She was his colleague; she’d made it clear that she was perfectly fine being single; and, even if she had been in the market for a relationship, Marc knew he was too damaged to be able to offer her anything.

‘Hi. You OK?’ she asked.

‘Sure.’

She waited, and he sighed. ‘No.’

‘Tough morning?’

He nodded. ‘Something like that.’

She came into the room and sat on the chair his patients used. ‘Want to talk about it?’

‘I can’t dump it on you. Anyway, it’s nearly time for us to see our next patients.’

‘True.’ She looked at him. ‘If you’re not busy tonight, you could come over and tell me then.’

‘Dr Fixit?’ he asked.

‘That’s what I do,’ she said lightly. ‘What you do, too.’

‘Not in this case.’

She reached over to squeeze his hand, and the contact made his skin tingle. ‘Marc, we all get patients where we can’t make everything all right for them. Nobody else would be able to fix it either, so don’t blame yourself.’

Easier said than done. He blamed himself for a lot of things.

And then she gave him that light-up-the-room smile. ‘I could give you my trainee pep talk. Which would be immensely cheeky of me, given that you’re more experienced than I am.’

‘It would,’ he agreed. But that smile had done a lot to ease his soul.

‘Up to you. I’m not busy tonight—well, once I’ve read Izzy a bedtime story or six. So if you want to talk about it, come over.’

‘Why are you asking me?’ He grimaced. ‘Sorry. That was ungracious.’

‘But a fair comment. I’m asking you because I do the same job as you. Unless you have family or friends who do, too, they won’t really get what you’re feeling right now and why. Plus you’re new around here, and could maybe do with a local friend.’

Friendship. That was what she was offering. ‘Thank you.’ He felt incredibly humbled.

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 …