Spring Proposal In Swallowbrook

‘There is a self-contained flat above the garage,’ Hugo told her. ‘You can use that until tomorrow if you wish.’

The generosity of the offer made Ruby want to weep. The last thing she’d been looking forward to was trudging around the village with her flowery suitcase.

‘That would be fantastic,’ she told him gratefully.

He paused in the kitchen doorway and, as if he hadn’t been dismissive enough, said, ‘Let me know when you want to go across there and I’ll take you on a short guided tour.’

‘I’m ready now,’ she said meekly, keen to hide away from his reluctant hospitality.

‘OK. So go and sort out what food you want to take with you and I’ll bring your case down. The sooner you’re settled in there the better you’ll feel—even though it will only be for the one night.’

And the happier you will be on both counts, she thought. Count one because it is only for one night, and count two because you will have your privacy back. But you will still have to endure my presence at the surgery, Dr Lawrence, and you could be in for a surprise, as my sparkle has only been dimmed, not extinguished …

Hello Dear Reader.

Once again we meet the Doctors of Swallowbrook Farm Practice in my second book of the series. In the first we had Libby and Nathan’s story, and now we meet Ruby and Hugo who find a very special kind of love amongst the lakes and fells that surround a delightful village.

I do hope that you will enjoy reading about the doctors of this country practice once more, and maybe we will meet again in books three and four.

With very best regards

Abigail Gordon

About the Author

ABIGAIL GORDON loves to write about the fascinating combination of medicine and romance from her home in a Cheshire village. She is active in local affairs, and is even called upon to write the script for the annual village pantomime! Her eldest son is a hospital manager, and helps with all her medical research. As part of a close-knit family, she treasures having two of her sons living close by, and the third one not too far away. This also gives her the added pleasure of being able to watch her delightful grandchildren growing up.

Recent titles by the same author:

SWALLOWBROOK’S WINTER BRIDE**

SUMMER SEASIDE WEDDING†

VILLIAGE NURSE’S HAPPY-EVER-AFTER†

WEDDING BELLS FOR THE VILLAGE NURSE†

CHRISTMAS IN BLUEBELL COVE†

COUNTRY MIDWIFE, CHRISTMAS BRIDE*

A SUMMER WEDDING AT WILLOWMERE*

A BABY FOR THE VILLAGE DOCTOR*

**The Doctors of Swallowbrook Farm *The Willowmere Village Stories †Bluebell Cove

These books are also available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk

SpringProposal inSwallowbrook

Abigail Gordon

www.millsandboon.co.uk

For a fellow writer,

my friend Daniel Constantinou, and his lovely family.

CHAPTER ONE

When Hugo Lawrence pulled into the drive of the house where he had lived for the last year and a half on a temporary basis it was a strange feeling to know that it was now his, and that those who had occupied it before had gone on to a new life.

The grey stone detached house, appropriately named Lakes Rise because it was in an elevated position above one of the biggest lakes in the area, had belonged to his widowed sister Patrice and her two young daughters.

Patrice had lost her husband Warren from an undiagnosed heart defect eighteen months previously and stricken with grief had been totally unable to cope, so much so that for the children’s sakes as much as anything he had moved from general practice in southern England to take up a similar position in the village of Swallowbrook where she lived, to keep a protective eye on the bereaved family.

Living with them day in day out, comforting and coping as he’d tried to lessen their insecurities and wipe away the tears that the loss of an adored husband and father had brought about had been a gruelling experience and caused him to take a long, hard look at the pain and sorrow that loving too much and too well could cause.

He and his sister had lost their parents when they were in their early teens and as the eldest Hugo had always been very protective of his young sister, often having to put his own life on hold over the years for her sake and never begrudging it.

Patrice’s happy marriage had given him five years’ respite from that crushing feeling of responsibility towards his sister, and now, with her recent move to Canada, he had begun to breathe easier once again. Not that he begrudged the time he’d spent helping her pick up the pieces, but at least now she had a fresh start to look forward to and he had his own place to start putting down some roots.

When Patrice had talked about putting the house up for sale he had said not to, that he would buy Lakes Rise. He loved the job and got on well with the other two doctors in the practice, and it was a very attractive property, but it was the lake nearby, breathtakingly beautiful beneath the towering fells, that attracted so many walkers and climbers and had him spellbound.

Now he couldn’t wait to unlock the door, go inside, and celebrate becoming a permanent resident of Swallowbrook with no strings attached.

A shower and a change of clothes, followed by a nice meal with a bottle of wine was what he had promised himself, and after that a good book or watching television. Then maybe to round off the evening a stroll down to The Mallard, the local pub, for a convivial chat with some of the friends he had made since moving here, and finally to bed in the spacious master bedroom of his new home with not a worry on his mind.

But first he wanted to unload the stuff he’d brought with him from his flat down south and stack the bulkier items in the garage for the time being. With that in mind he went round to the back of the car and was opening the boot when a woman’s voice hailed him from the bottom of the drive.

Daylight was turning into dusk but when he looked up he could see her beneath the light of a streetlamp. She was tall and slender and appeared to be quite young.

She seemed to be wearing a red cape of sorts with a hood, had black boots with incredibly high heels on her feet, and was holding onto the handle of a large flower-patterned suitcase that she must have been dragging along until she’d stopped on seeing him.

‘Could you help me, please?’ she asked in a voice so weary he was expecting her to cave in any second. ‘Would you happen to know where I can find Libby Gallagher of Lavender Cottage just along the road there? She doesn’t appear to be at home, and you are the first person I’ve seen to ask since getting off the train. Where is everyone?’

‘In the process of having their evening meal, I would imagine,’ he replied dryly. ‘The village will be lively enough later when the locals and visitors gather inside and outside the pub.’

‘Please don’t mention food,’ she groaned, without making any attempt to move closer. ‘I’m starving.’

He made his way down the drive towards her. ‘Was Libby expecting you? It isn’t like her not to be there if she knew that you were coming.’

‘She knows I’m coming back to Swallowbrook and has offered to let me stay with her and her husband until I find somewhere to live, but we hadn’t exactly arranged when I was going to arrive.’

‘In other words, she wasn’t expecting you?’

‘Not exactly, no.’

He held back a groan. Libby and Nathan were at their house on the island in the middle of the lake. Since their Christmas wedding the two doctors had gone there every weekend with Toby, Nathan’s adopted son.

The three of them loved the place, so he wasn’t going to break into their weekend solitude on behalf of this stranger who hadn’t bothered to tell them she was coming to join them. She would have to find somewhere to stay for the next two nights … as far away from him as possible!

‘I know where they are,’ he told her stiffly, ‘and they won’t be back until early Monday morning as they don’t like to cut short their weekends for any reason, which means that you are going to have to find somewhere to stay. They have a couple of rooms to let to bed and breakfast visitors at the pub, so I should try there. And now if you’ll excuse me …’

As he started to unload the boot it was clear that she wasn’t taking the hint. Instead she said, ‘It seems as if you know them well, but that’s what this place is like, isn’t it? Almost everyone is acquainted, or so Libby tells me.’

Hugo sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk, but at least he could be polite and in answer to her first comment. He said, ‘Yes, I know Libby and Nathan very well. My name is Hugo Lawrence. I’m a GP too and work with them both at the practice.’

‘Oh, well, then, you might have heard them mention me,’ she said slowly. ‘I’m Ruby Hollister, shortly to join you all there as a trainee GP.’

Hugo looked her over once more and frowned. Surely this couldn’t possibly be the girl that Libby and Nathan had been so keen to have as part of the medical team at the surgery, who had got a first at one of the top medical colleges in the country.

There had been a few practice meetings of late about taking on another doctor as Libby was pregnant and intending doing fewer hours at the practice in the near future, prior to becoming a stay-at-home wife and mother to Toby and the baby, when it came.

Apparently Ruby Hollister had lived in the village with her parents until her teens and then they’d moved away, but like Libby she had always had leanings towards practising medicine amongst the lakes and fells.

‘Ah, now I understand,’ he said, gathering his wits fast. ‘I knew that you were about to join us, but was away all last week and wasn’t aware that it was to be so soon.’

She was leaning on the case. He could see weariness in the droop of her shoulders and knowing that he couldn’t just send her off to the pub to find accommodation now that he knew who she was, he pointed to the house and said reluctantly, ‘I think you had better come inside while we sort out where you are going to stay until Libby and Nathan come home from their weekend away.’

‘You’re very kind,’ she said meekly, and removing the case from her grasp he took charge of it with one hand, unlocked the door with the other, and ushered her into the sitting room where at his invitation she perched on the edge of a nearby sofa and looked around her listlessly.

Why she was so weary he had no idea, but he knew complete exhaustion when he saw it and he was seeing it now. Waving goodbye to his evening of joyful relaxation, he asked, ‘Which would you prefer, a brandy or a cup of hot, sweet tea?’

‘Tea would be lovely, thanks,’ she replied, fixing him with huge brown eyes, ‘and I could really go for a slice of toast if you have any bread in the house after being away.’

‘I think I could just about manage that,’ he said dryly, far from thrilled at the prospect of entertaining his newest colleague all evening.

But when he appeared with the tea and toast it was to find her asleep, huddled against the cushions still in the red cape, and with the high-heeled boots placed neatly on the carpet beside her.

He went upstairs and taking a blanket out of the linen cupboard on the landing covered her with it from head to toe, then went to make the meal he had promised himself, with an extra portion for his unexpected guest when she woke up. When he’d finished eating he went to sit across from her with a book.

Why had she arrived so unexpectedly like this? he wondered as he watched her sleeping soundly beneath the blanket. Obviously she had made some arrangement with Libby and not kept to it, because as head of the practice Libby would not have gone away for the weekend if she’d known that Ruby was arriving today.

The minutes ticked by and she still slept. As ten o’clock drew near Hugo thought there was still time to check if they had a room vacant for a couple of nights at The Mallard. He would willingly cover the cost if they had in order to retrieve the privacy that he’d been so looking forward to. But there was no way he could rouse this girl into wakefulness and bundle her out of his house into strange surroundings for the night.

As ten o’clock came and went he picked her up into his arms, carried her upstairs, and laid her gently on the top of his bed still wrapped in the blanket, with the thought uppermost that at least she would be safe there with him dozing downstairs and everywhere locked and bolted.

He awoke with a crick in his neck and a dry mouth in a pale winter dawn and his first thought was about the woman upstairs. Was she still sleeping or had he dreamt that she had descended upon him from out of nowhere and ruined his first night of peaceful living?

The clatter of dishes in the kitchen told him he hadn’t been dreaming and when he went to investigate she was brewing a pot of tea and making toast.

As he stood framed in the doorway she swung round to face him. ‘I am so sorry for being such a nuisance last night, Dr Lawrence. I’d had a really dreadful day and was foolish enough to take it for granted that Libby and Nathan would be here when I arrived.’

Slumping down onto a kitchen chair, she explained. ‘I’d given up the flat that I’d been renting while at college in readiness for moving to Swallowbrook and had been staying with a friend. Early yesterday morning I had a hospital appointment and had a long wait to see the consultant. As I was driving back to where I was staying my car broke down. Breakdown services had to come out to it and they towed it away, all of which was stressful enough, but that wasn’t all.

‘When I returned to the place where I was staying I discovered that my so-called friend had let someone else take my place in the flat and I had no choice but to gather my belongings together and face the fact that I was homeless.

‘The solution seemed to be to come straight here instead of in two weeks’ time as had been arranged, but having no car I had to seek out a train and had to wait hours for one to bring me to Swallowbrook, and by then I was wilting badly. I know it was crazy not to check that Libby and Nathan would be here, but in my semi-deranged state I took it for granted that they would be. So now you know why I was wandering about like a lost soul when I saw you pull up here.

‘So if you will bear with me for a little longer while I have a drink and a bite,’ she was saying, ‘I will look around for somewhere to stay for the rest of the weekend and leave you in peace in your beautiful house. How long have you lived here?’

‘Almost two years as a visitor and just the one week since it became legally mine. It was my sister’s house and I bought it off her when she went to live abroad.

‘I’m sorry that yesterday turned out to be so dreadful for you. I do hope that nothing connected with your hospital visit combined to make it even more traumatic.’ Before she could reply to that he went on, ‘With regard to your car being out of action we do have a spare vehicle at the surgery that you will be able to use until it has been repaired.’

With the feeling that he’d said enough in a conciliatory manner he poured himself a cup of tea, buttered a slice of toast, and as silence fell between them seated himself opposite.

How could he be so cool, calm and collected? wondered Ruby. It was clear that one of the most attractive men she’d met in years was anxious to see her gone and could she blame him? She’d slept in her clothes and looked a mess. Had flaked out on his sofa and let him carry her upstairs without even being aware of it, and she squirmed every time she thought about the look on his face when he’d realised that she was going to be the new doctor at the surgery.

His house was gorgeous and so was he. It seemed as if he lived there alone, which could mean anything. That he was divorced, was too choosy, or maybe played the field. Whatever was going on in his life he wasn’t exactly a bundle of laughs, that was for sure, but, then, who would be after giving up his bed for the night to some strange woman?

He was tall. She was no midget, but he towered above her and he was trim with it. His eyes were blue as a summer sky, his hair a much darker thatch than her chestnut mane, and he had the most kissable mouth.

It would seem that she was going to be seeing a lot of him in days to come, which was almost enough to make up for the traumas of yesterday, but not quite. Medicine was the love of her life, it had to be. As well as being good at it, she needed it to fill the gap that a fluke of nature was to blame for.

She’d come top out of all the students on her course, but wasn’t going to be bandying that item of news around the Swallowbrook surgery. Anyone hearing it would be sure to want to know why, if that was the case, she was prepared to vegetate in a Lakeland village practice.

There was a reason, a sentimental one. In her early teens she and her family had been on the point of leaving Swallowbrook to move up north because of her father’s job when her baby brother had been taken seriously ill, and it had been the prompt action of the head of the practice at that time that had saved his life.

In her conversations with Libby Gallagher regarding the job Ruby had learned that Libby’s father-in-law, John Gallagher, who had been there for Robbie in their time of need, was now retired, and that she and her husband had taken over his father’s practice.

Her family’s move away had been urgent, her father’s job had depended on it, and no sooner had her young brother’s illness been stabilised than they’d been on their way, but she had never forgotten what the Swallowbrook practice had done for Robbie. On leaving the village she’d told Dr Gallagher that one day she was going to come back to be one of them and now her dream was about to come true.

Nathan had remembered her vaguely from long ago, the teenage kid who’d wanted to be one of them some day, and when she’d got in touch with the news that she’d got a first she’d been offered her heart’s desire, a position in the practice, and now here she was, ready to burst upon the Swallowbrook medical scene, in a strange man’s house and looking an absolute mess.

He couldn’t just throw her out in the hope that the pub might have a spare room for tonight, thought Hugo. It was barely half past eight on a Sunday morning. Apart from the bellringers in the church tower reminding those who would listen that it was the Sabbath, all was still, nothing moved.

How was Ruby going to pass the time on a chilly spring day with nowhere to stay, and Libby and Nathan unaware that their protégé had arrived unexpectedly?

There was the apartment above the double garage, of course. If she hadn’t fallen into such a deep sleep the night before he might have mentioned it then. He could offer her the use of it until tomorrow and it would serve a dual purpose from his point of view. Ease his conscience with regard to wanting her out of his space and give him peace of mind knowing that he hadn’t turned her out without accommodation.

Before it had been turned into an apartment the area above the garage had been a study and sitting room that his late brother-in-law had used, and when she had lost him one of the few decisive things that Patrice had done was to have the accommodation made into a small apartment for letting to help out financially. It was usually occupied by visitors to the lakes from Easter onwards but as it was out of season it was currently empty.

Ruby was observing his expression and wondering what was coming next. The feeling that she was ruining his weekend was heavy in the air and she certainly was not expecting a suggestion as welcome as the one he was about to make.

‘There is a self-contained apartment above the garage.’ he told her. ‘You can use that until tomorrow if you wish. No need to go looking for somewhere to stay. There’s plenty of food in my fridge and freezer so just help yourself to what you want if you would like to make use of the accommodation.’

The generosity of the offer made her want to weep. The last thing she’d been looking forward to was trudging around the village with her flowery suitcase.

‘That would be fantastic,’ she told him gratefully. ‘If there is a bath I can have a nice long soak to take away the stresses of yesterday.’

‘Yes, of course there is a bathroom,’ he said dryly, ‘and now, if you will excuse me, I heard the Sunday papers drop through the letter box a few moments ago and am going to bring myself up to date with what is going on in the world.’

He paused in the kitchen doorway and as if he hadn’t been dismissive enough said, ‘Let me know when you want to go across there and I’ll take you on a short guided tour.’

‘I’m ready now,’ she said meekly, eager to take advantage of his reluctant hospitality.

‘OK. So go and sort out what food you want to take with you and I’ll bring your case down. The sooner you’re settled in there the better you’ll feel, even though it will only be for the one night.’

And the happier you will be on both counts she thought. Count one because it is only for one night, and count two because you will have your privacy back, but you will still have to endure my presence at the surgery Dr Lawrence, and you could be in for a surprise as my sparkle has only been dimmed, not extinguished.

‘Oh! This is lovely,’ she said, looking around her at the pristine open-plan dining room and kitchen. Her glance went to the window. ‘I can see the lake through the trees!’

Hugo was checking that the lighting and central heating were switched on at the mains and didn’t reply. He just nodded his agreement and pointed towards the apartment’s one bedroom and en suite arrangements for her to inspect.

‘I hope I’ll be able to find somewhere like this when I start looking for accommodation next week,’ she said wistfully, and waited to see if he would rise to the implied suggestion, but it fell on stony ground and once he had satisfied himself that she was au fait with the workings of everything he said, ‘Libby and Nathan usually get back from their weekends away around half past seven on a Monday morning, so you should be able to get in touch with them tomorrow any time after that.

‘If you should leave here after I’ve gone to the surgery just drop the keys through my letter box.’ And off he went … to read the Sunday papers while she did some unpacking and had that long soak that she had promised herself.

Then, after making a meal of sorts from the food that Hugo had insisted she take with her, she changed into jeans and a thick sweater and went to renew her acquaintance with the stretch of water that was as familiar to her as her own face, taking care not to pass his windows on the way as the feeling that the dishy though unwelcoming Dr Lawrence had seen enough of her to be going on with was getting stronger by the minute.

But the moment she reached the lakeside he was forgotten in the pleasure of watching a launch go by on its calm waters and the sight of the sails of yachts gleaming whitely against the rugged sweep of the fells, the ageless guardians of the valley.

It felt so right to be back where she had made her promise to the Swallowbrook practice. The only blot on the horizon was the taciturn Dr Lawrence, who hadn’t been able to get her out of his orbit quickly enough. If she’d had any grandiose ideas about herself they would have disappeared completely at the thought of having to compete with the Sunday papers for his attention.