Small Town Marriage Miracle

Small Town Marriage Miracle

Jennifer Taylor

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Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

Excerpt

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Copyright

Her voice was so low that it was a moment before Daniel realised what she had said. He frowned, unsure where this was leading. ‘You’re sorry?’

‘Yes. About the way I … I’ve behaved recently.’ She tipped back her head and looked him squarely in the eyes. ‘I agreed to call a truce and I haven’t kept to that. I apologise.’

‘I know how difficult this situation is, Emma,’ he said quietly, more touched than he cared to admit. ‘I find it hard, too.’

‘Do you?’ She looked at him in surprise and he sighed.

‘Yes. I can’t just forget what happened five years ago. You meant a lot to me, Emma.’

‘Did I?’

‘Of course you did.’ He frowned when he saw the uncertainty on her face. He had never tried to hide his feelings—how could he have done? She had meant the whole world to him, and all of a sudden it seemed important that she understood that.

‘I cared a lot about you, Emma,’ he said quickly, wishing that he didn’t have to use such a milk-and-water term to describe how he’d felt. Claiming he’d cared barely touched on the way he had really felt about her—but what else could he say? Admitting that he had loved her with every fibre of his being wasn’t what she wanted to hear. His heart ached as he repeated it with as much conviction as he dared. ‘I really and truly cared about you.’

About the Author

JENNIFER TAYLOR lives in the north-west of England, in a small village surrounded by some really beautiful countryside. She has written for several different Mills & Boon® series in the past, but it wasn’t until she read her first Medical™ Romance that she truly found her niche. She was so captivated by these heart-warming stories that she set out to write them herself! When she’s not writing, or doing research for her latest book, Jennifer’s hobbies include reading, gardening, travel, and chatting to friends both on and off-line. She is always delighted to hear from readers, so do visit her website at www.jennifer-taylor.com

To Pam and Dudley. Thank you for always being there.

CHAPTER ONE

‘I feel terrible about what’s happened, Emma. You came home for a rest, not to be faced with this.’

‘It doesn’t matter. Really it doesn’t.’

Emma Roberts smiled soothingly as she led her aunt, Margaret Haynes, over to a chair. She sat down beside her, seeing the strain that had etched deep lines onto the older woman’s face. Her aunt had aged a lot since the last time Emma had seen her and she couldn’t help feeling guilty. She should have realised that something was wrong and returned home sooner than this.

‘Now tell me what the consultant said,’ she ordered gently.

‘He said that it’s imperative your uncle has a coronary artery bypass done as soon as possible. If Jim waits any longer, there will be no point doing it.’

‘Wait? Do you mean that Uncle Jim has been putting off having it done?’ Emma queried in surprise.

‘Yes. I’m afraid he has.’ Margaret Haynes sighed. ‘His angina has been getting worse for some time now. Even his medication doesn’t always help when he has a really bad attack. I kept nagging him to have the bypass done, but you know how stubborn he can be.’

Emma smiled. ‘I do indeed. Once Uncle Jim gets an idea into his head, it’s impossible to shift it.’ She sobered abruptly. ‘But from what you’ve said, it sounds as though the situation is extremely urgent now.’

‘It is.’ Margaret gave a little sob. ‘I thought I was going to lose him yesterday. He was in such terrible pain.’

‘Shh, it’s OK. He’s going to be fine,’ Emma assured her. She put her arm around the older woman’s shoulders, wishing she were as certain of the outcome as she was trying to appear. Her aunt and uncle had brought her up after her parents had died and she loved them dearly. The thought of anything happening to Uncle Jim was almost more than she could bear.

‘Of course he will. I’m just being silly, aren’t I?’ Margaret blew her nose. ‘The consultant told me that he has high hopes the operation will be a complete success, so I have to remember that and not get upset. I certainly don’t want your uncle to see me weeping and wailing.’

‘It’s the last thing he needs,’ Emma agreed, admiring her aunt’s steely determination. ‘Uncle Jim will need plenty of rest after he’s had the operation, though. I hope he understands that.’

‘Oh, I shall make sure he does,’ Margaret said firmly. ‘He’ll be in hospital for about twelve days and after that I intend to take him away to the cottage. Jim will need at least six weeks to recover from the operation and I won’t be able to keep him out of the surgery for that length of time if we’re at home.’

‘Which is where I come in,’ Emma said quickly, stifling a small pang of regret. Maybe she had been looking forward to a much-needed rest after a gruelling six months spent working overseas, but this was an emergency. If she ran the practice while her uncle recuperated, he would be less likely to worry. It was a small price to pay for all the love her aunt and uncle had lavished on her over the years.

‘I’ll take charge of the surgery while you’re away,’ she began, but her aunt shook her head.

‘Oh, no, you don’t need to do that, dear. Daniel will be here, so if you could just help out if it gets really busy, that would be more than enough.’

‘Daniel?’ Emma repeated, somewhat at a loss.

‘Yes. I’m sure I told you last night when you phoned that Daniel had agreed to step in earlier than planned. Or did I? I was so worried, you see.’

‘Daniel who?’ Emma put in hurriedly before her aunt could drift off at a tangent again.

‘Daniel Kennedy.’

Emma swung round when a deep voice answered her question. Her green eyes widened when she saw the tall, dark-haired man who was standing behind her. Just for a moment shock stole her ability to speak as she stared at him in dismay. It had been five years since she’d last seen him, and a lot had happened during that time, yet all of a sudden it felt as though she was right back to where she had been all those years ago—madly in love with the man she wanted to spend her whole life with. The thought scared her witless.

‘Hello, Emma.’ Daniel smiled at her but there was a wariness about the look he gave her, Emma realised, as though he wasn’t sure how she would feel about seeing him again.

He was right to wonder, too, Emma thought grimly as she rose to her feet. Maybe she had believed at one time that Daniel was the man for her, but she didn’t believe it any longer. The truth was that Daniel had used her, slept with her and then cast her aside when he had discovered she’d been getting too serious about him. It had taken her a long time to accept what he had done, but nowadays she was under no illusions. Daniel had never truly cared about her. He’d only ever cared about himself.

Emma took a deep breath. Maybe she hadn’t expected to see him here, but she would deal with it. She was no longer the naïve and trusting young woman she had been back then. She had grown up now and she had seen too much of the world to be dazzled by a man like Daniel Kennedy ever again!

Daniel felt as though his smile had been pasted into place. He had been dreading seeing Emma again for a number of reasons, although he wasn’t about to delve into them right then. He held out his hand, playing the role of old friend to the best of his ability even though he knew it wasn’t true. He and Emma had been a lot more than friends at one time.

‘It’s good to see you again, Emma. How are you?’

‘Fine, thank you.’

She shook his hand and a frisson ran through him when he felt the coolness of her skin. Just for a moment he was reminded of all the other occasions when he had touched her. Her skin had been cool then but it had soon warmed up as he had stroked and caressed her. The memory sent a surge of heat coursing through him and he hurriedly blanked it out, knowing how foolish it was to go down that route.

‘This must have come as a shock to you?’

‘It has.’ She glanced at her aunt and drew him aside. ‘Aunt Margaret just told me that Uncle Jim has been putting off having the bypass done. Is that true?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Daniel sighed. ‘You know how dedicated Jim is. I expect he was worried about what would happen to the practice if he took any time off.’

‘That’s so typical of him. He puts everyone else’s needs before his own.’ She gave him a hard look. ‘Did you know that he was delaying having surgery?’

‘No. I knew Jim had angina, of course, but he never admitted how bad things had got until last week,’ Daniel answered truthfully. ‘I suspect he only told me then because he needed my help. He’d finally agreed to have his op at the end of the month and he wanted me to cover for him.’

‘Really?’ Emma frowned. ‘I don’t understand why he asked you to take over the practice. He knew I was coming home, so why didn’t he ask me?’

‘I can’t answer that. You’ll have to ask Jim, although I suggest you leave it until after he’s had his operation.’ He shrugged when he saw her mouth tighten. It was obvious that she didn’t appreciate his advice but he refused to let it deter him. ‘Jim needs peace and quiet more than anything else at the moment. What he doesn’t need, Emma, is for us to be conducting some sort of personal vendetta.’

‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ she snapped back. ‘The days when I cared enough to fight with you, Daniel, are long gone.’

‘Good. Then it won’t cause any problems if I’m in charge of the practice in your uncle’s absence.’

‘The only problem I have is understanding why you’ve agreed to do it. I mean, working in the middle of nowhere is hardly a step up the professional ladder, is it, Daniel?’

Daniel flinched when he heard the scorn in her voice. It didn’t make it any easier to know that he only had himself to blame for it either. He’d been so desperate to convince her that there was no future for them that he had led her to believe that all he was interested in was his career. Now he was reaping the consequences.

‘It’s all good experience,’ he said quietly. ‘Plus, I’m very fond of your aunt and uncle. I’m happy to help in any way I can.’

‘How very altruistic of you.’ She smiled but her green eyes were chilly. ‘Of course a cynic would wonder if there was an ulterior motive to your generosity. Still, I’m sure the truth will come out at some stage.’

She turned away before he could reply, not that he could think of anything to say in his defence. Emma wouldn’t believe him if he told her that he wasn’t interested in personal advancement and never had been. All of a sudden he bitterly regretted those claims he had made about going into private practice one day, but what else could he have done? Accepted what she’d been offering him, knowing that it could ruin both their lives?

Daniel’s heart was heavy as he excused himself and made his way along the corridor. There was a coffee machine at the bottom of the stairs and he fed some coins into it. It disgorged a stream of insipid-looking liquid into a plastic cup but he didn’t care how it looked or tasted even. He took it over to the window and stood there staring out across the town. Avondale was a pretty little market town in the middle of the Yorkshire Dales. During the summer months, the population virtually doubled thanks to a steady influx of tourists, but at this time of the year there were few tourists willing to brave the inclement weather. He had first come to the town to do his GP training and that was how he had met Emma. She had just completed her rotations and was enjoying a well-deserved break before she took up a junior registrar’s post in Scotland with a top surgical team.

Daniel knew that competition for surgical posts was always fierce, and that it was particularly hard for a woman to break into that field. Whilst most consultants paid lip service to the idea of equality between the sexes, far too many refused to accept a woman as part of their team. The old prejudices were still rife: what was the point of training a woman when she would only leave to have a family? That Emma had overcome such narrow-minded thinking and secured a prestigious post for herself proved how hard she must have worked. He was impressed. He was also deeply attracted to her.

Almost before he’d realised what was happening, Daniel had fallen in love with her and she with him. It had been a gloriously blissful time for them both until Emma had announced one day that she had changed her mind about going into surgery. She no longer wanted such a demanding career, she’d claimed. She wanted a private life, time for them, so she would stay in England and train as a GP instead. That way they could be together.

Daniel had realised immediately that he couldn’t allow her to sacrifice her dreams for him. Although she might truly have believed that she was happy to give up her plans to become a surgeon, he knew how much it meant to her and that it would drive a wedge between them eventually if she didn’t fulfil her goals. He had seen it happen to his own parents, watched as his mother’s resentment at forsaking her career had eaten away at their marriage, and he had sworn the same thing would never happen to him.

For Emma to succeed in her chosen field, Daniel knew that she would need to focus all her attention on her training for the next few years. Even though he could have found a job in Scotland easily enough, he realised that it wasn’t the answer. She would be working long hours and wouldn’t have time to devote to a relationship. He would be a distraction for her, a hindrance, and he couldn’t bear the thought that she might fail because of him. Although it was the hardest decision he had ever made, he decided that he had to give Emma up rather than run the risk of her ending up hating him.

He sighed as he recalled her shock when he had told her curtly that he had no intention of making a commitment at that stage in his life. He had plans for the future and they were far more important than their relationship. The contempt in her eyes as she had told him that she understood had devastated him. He had almost weakened at that point and admitted that he’d lied, but somehow he had managed to hold back. She had packed her bags and left that same night and he hadn’t seen her again until today.

The sound of footsteps made him look round and he felt pain stab his heart when he saw her coming along the corridor. She must have come straight to the hospital from the airport because her clothes were crumpled after the long flight, her red-gold hair lying in tangled waves around her shoulders, but that didn’t matter. She was still the most beautiful and most desirable woman he had ever seen. It was only when she drew closer that Daniel could see the lines of strain that tugged down the corners of her mouth.

He knew from what Jim Haynes had told him that she’d been working overseas for the past six months and could imagine how hard it must have been, working under the most gruelling conditions. However, he also knew that it wasn’t the work or the shock of learning that her uncle was ill that made her look so drawn. It was seeing him again that was the problem. In that second Daniel realised that he had to make the situation as easy as possible for her. He couldn’t bear to think that he might end up hurting her again as he had hurt her once before.

Emma took a steadying breath as she stopped in front of Daniel, but she could feel her heart racing. Seeing him again had been a shock—she had admitted that—but she could handle it. She certainly didn’t intend to go to pieces just because the man she had once mistakenly thought she’d loved had reappeared in her life.

‘Aunt Margaret has gone in to see Uncle Jim,’ she said coolly. ‘They’ll be doing the bypass later today and she wants to sit with him until it’s time for him to go to Theatre.’

‘The sooner it’s done, the better.’

There was a roughness to Daniel’s voice that troubled her until she realised how stupid it was to let it worry her. Daniel Kennedy was part of her past, nothing more than a memory she had long since relegated to the darkest reaches of her mind.

‘Definitely.’ She glanced along the corridor, giving herself a moment to absorb that thought. When she turned to face him again, she was pleased to discover that she didn’t feel a thing. ‘I’m not sure how long it’s going to take, but there doesn’t seem any point you hanging around here.’

‘It isn’t a problem.’ He checked his watch and shrugged. ‘I don’t need to get back to the surgery for another couple of hours yet, so I’ll stay a bit longer.’

‘There’s no need. Aunt Margaret will be fine.’ Emma stood up straighter, determined to get her own way. ‘I’m more than capable of looking after her.’

‘I’m sure you are.’ He smiled, his hazel eyes skimming over her face before they came to rest on her mouth, and despite her resolve, Emma felt a little flutter of awareness in the pit of her stomach. She took a quick breath, determined that it wasn’t going to grow into anything bigger. The days when one of Daniel’s smiles could turn her insides to jelly were long gone!

‘You always were very good at looking after other people, Emma, but you need to think about yourself for once. You’ve had a long journey to get here and you must be tired. Why not let me stay with your aunt while you go home and get some sleep?’

‘I don’t need you to tell me what to do!’ she shot back, terrified by the speed of her response. One minute she’d had herself under control and the next …

She shivered as a wave of fear swept over her. She couldn’t bear to think that Daniel still had an effect on her. Five years ago she would have done anything for them to be together, but he had made it clear that all he’d cared about was his career. It had been a devastating blow but it had taught her a valuable lesson: she would never make the mistake of falling in love again.

‘I am not trying to tell you what to do. I’m just making a suggestion. It’s entirely up to you whether you stay here or go home.’

His tone was reasonable in the extreme and she felt her face heat. She knew she was overreacting and she hated to think that Daniel might read anything into it. She didn’t care about him any longer, but if she carried on this way, he would never believe that.

‘I apologise. I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat like that.’

He shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter. It’s little wonder that you’re stressed after everything that’s happened. All this coming on top of the journey you’ve had would be a lot for anyone to cope with.’

It was on the tip of her tongue to deny it until she realised that she was in danger of digging an even deeper hole for herself. Did she really want to admit that it was seeing him again that was causing her to behave so irrationally?

‘Probably.’ She glanced at her watch and came to a swift decision. ‘If you’re happy to stay then maybe I will go back to the house. I need to unpack and get settled in.’

‘It’s fine by me,’ he agreed equably.

‘Right, that’s what I’ll do, then. I’ll just let Aunt Margaret know what’s happening first.’

‘I’ll come with you.’ He shrugged when she glanced sharply at him. ‘I’d like to see Jim before he goes down to Theatre, set his mind at rest that the practice is in safe hands. You know what a worrier he is.’

‘That’s true.’ Emma headed back along the corridor, very conscious of the fact that Daniel was just a step behind her. She paused outside the door to the private room where her uncle had been taken and glanced at him. ‘It would be best if Uncle Jim didn’t have to worry about anything at the moment, so I suggest we call a truce.’

‘That’s fine by me.’ He smiled at her and Emma felt her breath catch when she saw the warmth in his eyes. She had never expected him to look at her that way and it threw her for a moment. It was an effort to concentrate when he continued. ‘I don’t want to fight with you, Emma. It’s the last thing I want, in fact.’

‘Me too,’ she replied stiffly.

‘Then we’ll agree to set our differences aside, shall we?’

‘Yes.’

She turned away, struggling to contain the emotions that were welling up inside her. It had been months since she’d even thought about Daniel, although in the beginning the memory of what had happened had tormented her. She had kept going over everything he’d said, reliving the pain of discovering that she had meant less to him than his precious career had done. Only by immersing herself in her work had she got through that terrible period and she refused to place herself in the same position again.

She squared her shoulders. No matter what Daniel said or did, no matter how convincing he sounded, she would never trust him again.

CHAPTER TWO

BY two o’clock Emma had finished unpacking and put everything away. She looked fondly around the room that had been hers since childhood. It had changed very little over the years and she found it reassuring to see her collection of stuffed toys on top of the wardrobe and the shelves of books she’d read while she had been growing up. She had moved house several times in the past few years and although it had never bothered her, it was good to know that there was somewhere permanent she could return to.

She sighed softly as she stowed the canvas hold-all in the bottom of the wardrobe because if Uncle Jim was forced to give up the practice, there would need to be a lot of changes made. The surgery was attached to the house and it was unlikely that her aunt and uncle would want to carry on living here. Nothing was truly permanent and she had to get used to the idea, even though she hated the thought of not being able to call this place her home.

Emma closed the wardrobe door and headed downstairs to make herself a cup of tea. She glanced at the clock as she filled the kettle. Uncle Jim should be leaving Theatre soon, so she would drink her tea then go back to the hospital to keep her aunt company. It would give Daniel time to get back for evening surgery.

‘I wouldn’t say no to a cup of tea, if you’re making one.’

As though thinking about him had somehow conjured him up, Daniel suddenly appeared. Emma looked round in surprise when she heard his voice. ‘What are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay at the hospital until I got back.’

‘I was, but your aunt insisted that she’d be all right by herself.’ He grimaced. ‘I tried to persuade her to let me stay but she wouldn’t hear of it. I think she was worried in case I was late for evening surgery.’