Highland Doc's Christmas Rescue

“Wow, that’s some story.”

And he hadn’t heard it all. Wouldn’t ever as far as she was concerned. “Yeah, makes for a great party story.”

He gave her a direct look. “I think it makes you a pretty impressive person. Your type of work can be both rewarding and very depressing.”

He was right about that. His piercing empathy made her conscious of her vulnerability. She wasn’t used to people seeing through what she said that clearly. The men she’d had relationships with certainly hadn’t—including Jim, her latest disaster. Now she had scars on her body. How would men react to them?

Lyle put the mug down. “How’re your hands and feet feeling now?”

Relieved he’d changed the subject, she answered, “Instead of being numb they feel like needles are being pushed into them.”

“That’s good. The feeling is returning.”

Giving him a wry smile, she brought the mug to her lips again. The warmth flowed through her, matching the heat in the room. “So how come the administrator of the prestigious Heatherglen Castle Clinic is living way out here in the woods?”

Looking over the edge of the mug, he gave her an indulgent look. “In the daylight it’s not that far out. This was the gamekeeper’s cottage. When I returned from serving in the Middle East I needed a place to live. Turned out this came with the administrator’s job.”

“I don’t see you as the military type.” He didn’t strike her as a squared shoulders, stand-at-attention kind of man. His smile was too quick, his manner too easygoing to fit into that strait-laced world.

“Aye. I was born and bred to it.”

The words were flat, suggesting that hadn’t been a completely good thing. There was more there but she didn’t ask. It wasn’t her business and she didn’t like him prying into hers, so she wouldn’t.

“You were overseas?”

“Aye, two tours in the Middle East.”

“That couldn’t have been much fun.” She was sure that was an understatement.

A dark look came over his face. “It wasn’t.”

He must have seen stuff similar to what she had in her work. She would never have guessed they’d have anything in common. Cass didn’t want to talk about the similarities in their backgrounds. Instead she would rather lock it away and not think about the past. Or the pain. “So you were raised around here?”

“Yes. In the village of Cluchlochry. My parents don’t live far from here. Where’re you from?”

His tone led her to believe he loved the area. “Indiana, but I live in Montana now.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded approvingly. “I’ve been there. Beautiful scenery.”

“It is. That’s my favorite thing about it. But even with all the snow, it’s pretty around here as well.”

“In the spring it’s like living inside an emerald it’s so green.” Reverence made his Scottish accent more pronounced.

Did it do the same when he whispered in a woman’s ear when he desired her? Heaven help her! That wasn’t a thought she should be having. Where had that idea come from? She swallowed hard and wiggled her toes. Surely it was the fire making her skin so hot.

“Let me have a look at those. I want to make sure you don’t have the beginnings of frostbite.” He went down on one knee in front of her.

“Look at what?” Her mind had been in a completely different place. “Oh, my feet. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

He gave her an odd look then patted his thigh. “But I do. Put your foot up here.”

With reluctance she did as he requested. Lyle’s leg was firm beneath her bare sole, his corduroy pants soft.

He cradled her heel gently in the palm of his hand. All his touches were functional and professional, yet a streak of response zipped through her. She pulled back and sat straighter, watching the top of his head with its light, curly red hair. Were those coils as soft as they looked? She almost reached out a hand. Almost…

“Wiggle your toes for me.”

Her head jerked up. It took her a long second to comply.

His fingers traveled over her toes. She pulled back but he held her foot securely. He raised his head, a slight grin on his lips. “Ticklish.” It was more a statement than question.

“A little.” It sounded childish to admit.

Cass groaned inside.

“There’s no sign of frostbite here. That’s good.” He placed that foot on the floor. “Let me see the other one.”

Cass didn’t even try to resist this time. He gave that foot the same attention as the other, but without tickling her. For some reason that disappointed her.

“Wiggle,” he commanded.

She did.

“Good.” He rose from the floor and moved to pick up one of her socks. “These are still damp. You really are going to have to get some thicker ones when you buy those boots if you plan to take walks. When the snow melts it can get very muddy. I’ll get you some dry ones to wear back to the castle.” He left the room.

It was past time for her to get back to the clinic but his place was so cozy, so comfortable. Too much Lyle’s space. She shouldn’t be having such a reaction to him. This wasn’t the time to add more conflicting emotions to those she already had.

He soon returned and handed her a pair of thick, very masculine navy socks. She had no doubt these would keep her feet dry. He took his chair while she pulled them on. Immediately her feet were warmer.”

“These feel great. Thank you. I’ll have them laundered and returned as soon as possible.”

He poked at the fire, making sure the screen was secure around it. “No hurry. I know where to find them if I need them.”

Cass reached for her shoes. “I think it’s time for me to be going. I’ve taken up enough of your evening.”

Lyle didn’t disagree with her. Instead he rose and went into the hallway. With her shoes now on, Cass reached for her damp coat.

“Wait. You need a dry coat as well.” He had one in his hand, holding it open for her. She slipped her arms in and he settled the heavy jacket on her shoulders. There was that same smell she had caught when she’d first met him. The coat swallowed her whole but it was like being wrapped in his arms. Although that was an unsettling and unrealistic notion, it was nevertheless a reassuring one.

Lyle pulled on his own outdoor clothing while she waited. He studied her a moment. “You need a hat, scarf and some gloves as well.” Disappearing upstairs, he returned with a handful of woolen items.

“I can’t take these. Surely you need them.” She offered them back to him.

He shook his head. “I have a drawer full. My mother knits these.”

Cass ran her hand across them. The wool was so soft. “It feels wonderful.”

“Try on the hat. It may not be tight enough, but it’ll be better than nothing.” He watched her expectantly.

Cass pulled the dark tan hat over her head, tucking in stray hair around her face. She still held the scarf. “I’ll be all right without this.”

“No, you won’t.” His stern look stopped her from further argument.

Cass wasn’t used to having people tell her what to do. A bit irritated, she wrapped the scarf around her neck. It too smelled of pine and wood smoke, like him. Those scents would forever remind her of Lyle.

She forced that thought out of her head and focused on tucking the ends of the scarf inside her borrowed coat. “Your mother does a beautiful job.”

“Thank you. What I can count on is that you’ll stay warm in them. These gloves will be far too large but they will work for right now. You’ll need to buy some of those as well. Now, come on, it’s time we got you back to the castle.”

She inhaled. There was that scent again. Yes, she needed to get out of here. Something about Lyle and his home made her wish for things better left alone.

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