She looked up at him, her face illuminated by the porch light, her expression sceptical as if she could see right through him. ‘Such as?’
‘Oh, practice stuff. Well, people stuff, really,’ he added, improvising like crazy, but she nodded as if that seemed reasonable, and then turned away and set off, and he fell in beside her.
‘So, ask away,’ she prompted.
‘Brian,’ he said, because he genuinely was interested in what she had to say about him, so it seemed a good place to start.
She glanced at him. ‘What about him?’
‘He was on his own, and I understand he’s had some time off recently. Anything I should know?’
‘Yes. His wife had early onset Alzheimer’s, and he took time off and looked after her. She was only fifty-eight when she died last year, and she didn’t know him for the last few months.’
He felt the weight of a familiar burden settle over him. ‘That must have been difficult.’
‘It was difficult. I covered what I could, but I was pregnant with Evie so we all picked up a bit and we got a locum for one day a week, and then she died and he came back a couple of months later. I think he was glad to get back to normal, to be honest. He’d been very isolated.’
He knew how that felt, when he’d been coping with his brother after Rachel had left him. He’d been hanging by a thread by the time Sam died. Still was, in a way.
‘So, what else do you want to know?’
Nothing, really, but he drummed up a few questions to take his mind off Sam as much as anything, and then she came to a halt outside a surprisingly modest and fairly boring little eighties house—or at least it would have been, if it wasn’t for the fact that it overlooked the sea.
‘Well, this is me,’ she said with a smile. ‘See, no muggers or rapists or roving gangs.’
‘No,’ he said. ‘Well, I’ll say goodnight, then.’
She said nothing for a moment, and then looked up at him. ‘Coffee?’
He tried to read her eyes, but it was too dark to see them properly. ‘I thought you needed an early night?’
‘I do, but I’m going to sit down first and chill for a while. It’s been a hectic day. And we can talk more about the practice if you like. Up to you.’
The practice was the last thing on his mind. Getting to know her better, though...
‘No, I don’t fancy coffee.’
Did her face fall? Maybe, and he tipped his head on one side and smiled slowly. ‘Tea, on the other hand...’
She let out a soft huff of laughter and turned away.
‘You’d better come in, then.’
Copyright © 2020 by Caroline Anderson
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Saved by Their Miracle Baby
Copyright © 2020 by Alison Roberts
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