Tempted By The Single Mum / Heart Surgeon's Second Chance

He crunched over the gravel drive, slid his key into the lock and closed the front door behind him with a sigh. Boxes everywhere, stacked up in every room. Boxes containing his life—and some of Samuel’s. Not that he was ready to unpack those yet. Might never be.

Navigating his way to the kitchen, he put the kettle on, made himself a cup of chamomile tea and turned up the heating. Not that it was particularly cold, but the house had been empty for months, and it needed warmth and life injected back into it.

A fridge smothered in multicoloured handprints and colourful scrawls? Blocks and cars and jigsaw pieces all over the floor?

Hardly. He’d leave that to Ellie.

Not that he had a choice. His own stupidity had taken care of that, but at least his sisters had provided their parents with grandchildren, so that box was ticked. One small thing that he didn’t have to feel guilty about.

He went up the few steps to the sitting room, dropped onto the sofa, went to reach for the TV remote and changed his mind. Instead he leant back with a sigh, cradling his tea and letting his mind run back over the evening and all he’d learnt.

Brian was a widower, working part-time but for how long Ellie didn’t seem to know, and as for the others, they were a cheerful, friendly bunch of people he’d be happy to work with. It would be nice to be part of a team again, after four years of patchy locum work as his brother had grown steadily more dependent. He’d taken time out to help his parents, but he’d missed it, missed the camaraderie, the belonging.

He wanted to belong again, and from what he’d seen so far, he’d be welcomed with open arms by the other practice members.

And then there was Ellie.

Ellie, with her long dark hair, grey-green eyes that showed every emotion, and that wickedly dry sense of humour. Not to mention a curvy, womanly body that made him ache to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her senseless.

No, that would be him who’d be senseless, because it wasn’t just her eyes and her wit and her lush, beautiful body. It was her three very small children, all part of the same package, and he wanted nothing to do with it.

Liar.

He sighed again, sipped the chamomile tea and pulled a face. The tea was the last thing he wanted, but he had no idea where he’d put the bottle of single malt he kept for the times when he wanted to drown his sorrows and wallow in self-pity, and maybe that was just as well.

He had a lot to do tomorrow, and he needed to spend Sunday resting or his hip and ankle were going to give him hell.

He got to his feet, went back down to the kitchen, poured the tea down the sink and went to bed.

Just because the damage was already done, the children were saints on Monday morning, and she dropped them off at nursery and walked into the practice at ten past eight with plenty of time to prepare for her morning surgery.

She’d vowed not to drive so that Nick could have the parking space, this time without argument, and there was no sign of his car as she arrived. How gratifying—

‘Morning!’

He appeared at the top of the stairs as she put her foot on the bottom step, and she couldn’t help the wry smile.

‘Your car isn’t here. I thought I’d beaten you to it.’

His mouth kicked up, and she felt a strange sensation in her chest, a weird flutter that brought a tiny glow with it. What was it about that smile that it seemed to light up the corners of her heart?

‘Sorry to disappoint. I’ve been here since half seven. Lucy and Julia came in early so they could talk me through my day. It’s looking busy already.’

‘It will be. It’s always busy. Have you had a cup of tea?’

‘No, I’ve had coffee, but the kettle’s hot. I’ll be up again in a minute.’

She nodded and headed up, passing him on the stairs. Wasn’t that supposed to be unlucky? Except that the stairs were wide and she’d hardly felt the brush of his arm against hers.

Even so, it had left a little tingle in its wake—or was that the fresh scent of soap or shower gel that lingered in the air? She recognised it from Friday, when they’d been seated side by side at Andy and Lucy’s table, and again when he’d kissed her as he’d left. Not aftershave or cologne, more subtle than that, but it had made her want to rest her head against his chest and breathe him in—

Pull yourself together! You’ve got work to do. Enough of the daydreaming and fantasy. He’s just a colleague.

And if she told herself that often enough, maybe it’d sink in. She made a cup of tea, took it down to her consulting room and logged into her computer, and there was a tap on the door.

‘Come in!’

It was Nick, sticking his head round the door with a serious look on his face. ‘Have you got two minutes? One of your patients is down to see me and he’d rather see you, apparently, only your list is full. James Golding?’

‘Oh, Jim. Yes, of course I can see him. He’s a dear old boy and he never makes a fuss. He’s had a triple bypass but he still gets angina from time to time, so it might be that. I’ll get Katie to swap it over.’

‘OK. I think he might be here already, actually.’

‘Sounds likely. I’ll see him now. You could take my first patient, if you like. I have no idea who they are so there’s no continuity of care issue.’

‘Done. I’ll see Katie. Thanks.’

‘Don’t thank me. I’d rather see Mr Golding myself because there must be something going on. He doesn’t like to make a fuss, so I’ll check him over thoroughly.’

‘Good. Thanks. See you later, maybe.’

They shared a smile, and she went out into the waiting room and spotted Jim Golding, tucked into the corner with his hands knotted round the handle of his walking stick. She went over and perched beside him.

‘Morning, Jim. I gather you wanted to see me?’ she murmured, and he looked up and gave her a weary smile.

‘They said you were busy,’ he said, his voice distressed.

‘No. We’ve swapped. You’re with me. Do you want to come now?’

Not that she really had time, because there was always a ton of admin to do before she could start and it was going to put her behind, but there was something about the cautious way he stood up that set alarm bells ringing.

‘No rush,’ she said gently, and ushered the frail, elderly man into her consulting room and settled him in the chair. ‘So, Jim, tell me what’s going on.’

‘How was he?’

Ellie put her cup down with a plonk next to the kettle, not sure where to start, and he got up and went over to her.

‘Ellie? What’s up?’

She pulled a face. ‘I’m not sure. He said he was OK but he’d had a twinge or two, so I’ve sent him to see Megan for a twelve-lead ECG and a raft of bloods. Just to be on the safe side. He also wanted me to draw up a DNAR.’

‘Really?’

She nodded. ‘Yes, and I don’t like it. I think there’s something going on that he hasn’t told me. Gut instinct?’

He gave a soft huff of laughter. ‘Yeah, I know the feeling. Sometimes I hate my gut.’

‘Don’t hate it. Trust it. I trust mine and it’s giving me grief right now.’

His mouth kicked up into a fleeting smile. ‘You could be being overcautious.’

Or not, as it turned out, because when she was back in her consulting room wading through test results, she heard a yell and went out to find Nick on his knees in the corridor, bent over Mr Golding.

‘What’s happened?’

‘I don’t know. An MI, maybe? We need to move him and repeat the ECG. Oh, hang on. No, no, no, no, don’t do this!’

She turned back to find Nick had the elderly man’s shirt open and was listening to his chest.

‘Anything?’

He shook his head and started doing chest compressions. ‘No. He’s arrested. Can you call an ambulance?’

‘No. Nick, stop.’ She dropped to her knees beside him and covered his hands with her own, stilling them. ‘He’s got a DNAR, remember? He signed it before he went in with Megan. We can’t resuscitate him and I wouldn’t want to. His wife died last year, he’s really struggled without her. He doesn’t want this.’

‘Is it in his notes?’

‘Yes. I put it on the computer, and we have the physical document on file. He signed it in front of witnesses.’

His hands slowly lifted, and he stared down at the man for a long moment before he shut his eyes and sat back on his heels.

‘We need to close off the corridor and move him somewhere until they get here to take him away. I’ll do that, you call the office and get an ambulance.’

She nodded, went back into her surgery and asked Katie to call an ambulance, and then left a message on Jim’s daughter’s voicemail asking her to call. She ought to call in her next patient, there was no time to grieve for the patient she’d grown very fond of over the past few months, but somehow her heart was heavy and she just needed a moment...

Something splashed on her hand and she swiped it away, and then she heard her door open and she turned, as Nick’s arms closed around her.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t save him,’ he murmured, the sound echoing through his chest under her ear.

She shook her head and eased away a little, feeling suddenly awkward. ‘Don’t be. It’s what he wanted. I just wish I could have done more to help him.’

He let go of her, one hand coming up to wipe a tear gently from her cheek. ‘You helped him get what he wanted in the end, Ellie. He went very quickly, and he wasn’t distressed. I think he knew what was happening.’

She nodded, hauled in a breath and straightened up, blew her nose and tried to smile. ‘We aren’t supposed to get involved.’

‘No. We’re not.’ But his smile said it all, and with a quick check to make sure she was really OK, he went back to his patients and left her to deal with Mr Golding’s daughter.

‘I’m sorry you lost a patient on your first day. Are you OK?’

He looked up into Ellie’s concerned eyes, closed the file he was working on, shut the lid of his laptop and stood up. ‘I’m fine, Ellie. It happens, people reach the end of the road, and anyway he wasn’t my patient. How about you? Are you OK?’

‘Yes, I’m fine,’ she said, but he wasn’t convinced.

‘You’re working late tonight.’

She shook her head. ‘No. I always do an evening surgery on Mondays. It’s a busy day but I’m done now. I’m glad I caught you, though. I spoke to Mr Golding’s daughter and broke the news, and she rang back later after she’d been to see him to thank us for looking after him and for letting him go when we did. Apparently he’d rung her and said I was making him have all sorts of silly tests, but I’d been really kind so he was indulging me.’

‘Do you know what he said to me, when I found him on the floor? “Oh, dear, I’m making such a fuss.”’

She swallowed, as if she had a lump in her throat, and let out a soft laugh—to diffuse her emotions, maybe?

‘That’s so typical. He was such a gentleman,’ she murmured, and her wistful smile warmed something deep inside him and made him want to hold her again, because frankly that tiny hug this morning for a sad colleague had been nothing like enough.

‘Do you have to collect the children?’

‘No. Liz takes them back to mine and gets them ready for bed.’

‘I’ll walk you home then. I’m done now.’

She hesitated, then nodded and gave him a weary smile.

‘OK. But just to the end of your road. I’ll walk the rest of the way on my own.’

‘Because you don’t want your mother-in-law getting ideas?’

She laughed, probably because he’d hit the nail right on the head. ‘Something like that. And anyway, you don’t need to be exposed to the monsters at the end of the day. They can be pretty grim when they’re tired.’

He smiled and shook his head, not in the least concerned about the children, or the mother-in-law, come to that. And anyway, he had to get home.

‘Don’t worry about it. I need to get back to the dog anyway.’

‘Dog?’ Her eyes widened in surprise. ‘I didn’t know you had a dog. You said you didn’t have any commitments.’

His smile felt a little off kilter. ‘I didn’t, not until yesterday when my parents delivered him. He’s my brother’s dog.’

‘Your brother’s? So how come you’ve got him?’

He looked away so she couldn’t read his eyes. ‘He died last year,’ he said economically, and felt the usual sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

‘Oh, Nick, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.’

Her voice was filled with compassion and it choked him for a moment so he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder as they headed down the stairs.

‘No reason why you should have known,’ he said. ‘Anyway, Rufus kind of adopted me while it was all going on, and he’s been pining for me since I left last week, apparently, so I said I’d have him. They’ve been in Kettering with my sister, so they just popped over for the afternoon and dropped him off.’

He held the door for her, and then fell into step beside her.

‘So what is Rufus?’ she asked.

‘Cavalier King Charles spaniel. He’s a nice little thing, and very placid. He spent most of his life on Samuel’s bed, and he used to let us know when he was about to have a seizure, which was totally unexpected and incredibly useful.’

‘Was he a trained seizure alert dog, then?’

He shook his head. ‘No. He had no training at all, and he was chronically disobedient, but he just latched onto Sam and he was amazing with him. He really calmed him, and even when Sam didn’t recognise us any more he knew Rufus.’

‘Poor dog. He must have been gutted when your brother died.’

He swallowed and drew in a long breath. ‘Yeah,’ he said, and left it at that, mainly because he couldn’t say any more. How could it still feel so raw, over a year later?

‘What had happened to him? To Samuel?’

He shrugged. ‘He was born with very complex needs. Nobody could say why, but he was very compromised in all sorts of ways, and my parents’ lives revolved around him for thirty-eight years.’ And not just their lives. His, too, but that was another matter.

And there was that lump in his throat again, which didn’t get any better when she rested her hand lightly on his arm.

‘I’m so sorry.’

He nodded, and kept walking, and then they were at the end of his road and he slowed to a halt and smiled at her.

‘Right, this is me. I take it you can find the way from here?’

She rolled her eyes at him, then cocked her head on one side and studied him thoughtfully. ‘Are you OK?’

‘Yes, of course I am. Why shouldn’t I be?’

Her smile was tender and nearly pushed him over the edge. ‘Because you’re sad?’

He was. Sad, and guilty, because there’d been an element of relief when Sam had finally slipped away and he’d been free of the burden, and he was filled with shame about that.

He found a smile and pinned it on. ‘I’m fine, Ellie. Will I see you tomorrow?’

She nodded. ‘I work Monday, Tuesday and Friday.’

‘I’ll have the kettle on for you,’ he promised, and her mouth curved into a grin, and she went up on tiptoe and brushed a kiss on his cheek.

‘You do that. Take care, Nick. I’ll see you tomorrow,’ she murmured, and turned and walked away, leaving him feeling oddly—lonely? He watched her till she was out of sight, and then let himself into his house and went to find Rufus.

He wasn’t hard to find. The little dog was curled up in his bed in the hall beside the boxes of Samuel’s possessions, and he lifted his head and wagged his tail in greeting, his eyes huge and sad as ever.

‘Hi, little guy,’ he said gently, his voice gruff and scratchy, and as he crouched down Rufus got to his feet, put his paws on his chest, whined softly and licked his face.

‘I’m sorry, mate. I’m a pretty poor substitute, aren’t I?’ he murmured gruffly, but Rufus wagged his tail and sat down, looking hopeful.

He gave the little dog another stroke, straightened up and went into the kitchen, hauling in a long breath. ‘Come on, then, little man. Let’s find some supper, and then you need a walk, and we’ll see if we can find something nice on the telly later, shall we?’ he murmured, and Rufus followed him, tail wafting gently, his mournful eyes fixed on Nick’s every move.

CHAPTER THREE

SHE HARDLY SAW Nick the next day, but as promised the kettle had just boiled when she got in, which made her smile. They passed on the stairs, and she asked him fleetingly if he was OK.

‘Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?’ he asked.

But she wasn’t bringing his brother up again, especially not at work, so she just smiled and said, ‘Good,’ and moved on.

She saw him later at the other end of the corridor outside the consulting rooms and he flashed her a smile, but that was all they had time for and she left at the end of the day without seeing him again.

Oddly, though, just knowing he was in the building made her feel different about it, that little tingle of anticipation that if she turned the corner he might be there. Which was ridiculous, because he was just a colleague. If she told herself that often enough, maybe it would sink in.

She spent Wednesday with the children, playing in the garden, and on Thursday they wanted to go the beach with buckets and spades. She’d been trying not to think about Nick, except of course they walked past his house on the way and she couldn’t help but study it and think about him.

She’d love to see inside it, but it probably wasn’t a good idea, not the way she reacted to him. She chivvied the children past it, but then it started to rain as they got to the top of the steps so they ran back and she took them to a soft play centre instead and spent the time lecturing herself for being so obsessed by him.

It was still raining on Friday morning, but it didn’t matter as she had the car with her. She’d dropped the children’s things off at Liz and Steven’s on the way to the nursery because it was David’s rescheduled weekend with them, and as she turned into the car park she crossed her fingers that Nick hadn’t driven, too.

He hadn’t, or at least he hadn’t arrived yet, which seemed unlikely. He’d always been there before her even when she’d made good time, and today of course she’d been on the drag again after another emotional meltdown from Oscar over the missing shoe, which still hadn’t turned up.

Still, summer was coming, and she’d buy him some sandals next week.

She went up to the staff room, and the kettle was still fairly hot, but there was no sign of him and she felt a strange sense of anti-climax. Stupid. She made a coffee, headed downstairs and waded through a pile of prescription requests and results before seeing her first patient, and she didn’t see Nick until after she’d finished her lunch.

‘Are you hiding from me?’ she asked jokingly as they passed on the stairs, and he stopped and grinned.

‘Now, why would I do that? Actually I’ve been hoping to see you. Am I right in thinking you’re child-free this weekend?’

She nodded, puzzled that he should ask. ‘Why?’

‘I just wondered if you’d like to be my first guest? If you haven’t got anything better to do, that is, which you probably have.’

She felt a smile edging in, and tried to moderate it so she didn’t look too ridiculously keen. ‘Well, now, let me see. There’s sorting the washing, or cleaning the house from top to bottom, or weeding the garden...’

‘Is that a no?’

‘Absolutely not,’ she told him, letting the smile out. ‘When were you thinking?’

‘I don’t know. Whenever you like. Dinner tonight, or tomorrow, or lunch tomorrow, or Sunday—whatever. I’m easy.’

She mentally scanned her fridge and came up with not a lot, or nothing that wouldn’t keep. ‘Tonight would be nice, but that’s a bit short notice for you, isn’t it, unless you’re planning on getting a takeaway?’

He shook his head. ‘I’ve got an internet order coming at seven. Tonight would be fine.’

‘Can you cook?’

He chuckled. ‘What if I say no?’

‘I’ll eat first,’ she said, unable to stop the little laugh, and he joined in, shaking his head again slowly, that lazy, sexy smile doing strange things to her pulse.

‘You don’t need to eat first. I can cook. Any special dietary requirements?’

She shook her head, and he grinned.

‘Well, that’s a relief, since I’ve already done the order. So—seven thirty?’

She felt a little bubble of excitement burst in her chest. ‘Seven thirty sounds fine. Can I bring anything?’

‘No. I have everything covered. Just bring yourself and an appetite.’

He felt nervous.

Why, for heaven’s sake? It wasn’t as if it was a date, not in that sense. He’d just invited a colleague around for a meal, a sort of impromptu housewarming, and he wasn’t going to do anything elaborate.

The entrance hall doubled as a dining room, so the first thing he had to do was find the table under the pile of boxes he’d dumped on it, so he shifted them into one of the bedrooms, hesitated over the pile of Sam’s boxes on the floor and then moved them, too. It might worry Rufus, but he dug out Sam’s old blanket and put it in his bed, tucked in the corner under the stairs. Maybe that would be enough.

Right. The table was clear, the floor was clear bar the dog bed, the kitchen was clean anyway because he’d been using it for a week, and the moment the delivery came he turned on the oven and started to prep the salmon parcels.

By the time Ellie arrived the fish was ready to go in the oven, he’d made the avocado and sweet chilli salad starter, the rice was cooked, the melting middle chocolate puddings, his one concession to laziness, were unwrapped and ready to go, and the wine was nicely chilled.

He heard the crunch of gravel and opened the door as she stepped onto the porch, a pot plant in her hand and a smile on her face, and he felt an odd sensation in his chest.

‘Here. A little housewarming present,’ she said, and he took it with a smile, kissed her cheek and ushered her in, trying to ignore the weird thing going on with his heart.

By the time he’d put the plant down she was on the floor, making a fuss of Rufus, who was rolling on his back for a tummy-rub.

‘Oh, he’s really sweet,’ she murmured, smiling tenderly at the shameless little flirt, and he chuckled.

‘He is. He’s a nice little dog, and he’ll stand any amount of that, but he’s normally quite shy, probably because he’s had a sheltered life.’

‘Well, he doesn’t seem shy now,’ Ellie said with a laugh, getting to her feet, and then she looked around curiously, glancing up the short flight of stairs on her left.

‘So what’s up there?’

‘The sitting room. Let’s get a drink and take it up there. It overlooks the garden and it’s still light, so you’ll be able to see it—unless you want a guided tour first?’

She laughed, the sound rippling through him and reactivating that heart nonsense, and her eyes were twinkling.

‘Absolutely. I’m insanely curious. I’ve walked past this house so many times on our way to the beach, and I’ve always wanted to know what it was like inside because it’s so unusual and it fascinates me. Can we?’

‘Sure. We can take our drinks with us. It won’t take long to look at it and it’ll probably be a dreadful anti-climax.’ He headed into the kitchen and glanced back at her. ‘Are you OK with white wine or do you want something else?’