Leonie Knight - The Doctor, His Daughter And Me

‘Is there room in your life for anyone else to love you?’

Ryan knew he was moving too fast but he had to know. If she said no without hesitation then he might as well give up. Tara could be stubborn, and if she made up her mind about something it was extremely difficult to change it.

But she hadn’t answered.

Her cheeks were pink and she was looking at a point somewhere on the opposite wall. He moved a little closer to her and grasped her hand.

She refocused and mesmerised him with her deep grey-blue eyes. Was it desire he saw in their depths?

‘You mean you?’ she finally said.

‘Yes.’

Tara leaned across, rested her head on Ryan’s shoulder and sighed.

‘Oh, Ryan. Why did you have to come back? I had my future mapped out. I thought I was as happy as I could be. And I honestly can’t think of love. Not now. It’s too hard.’

Ryan gently stroked her silky hair and resisted the temptation to put words into her mouth. She had to say it.

He waited …

Dear Reader

I was born and bred in the city, but have spent nearly two decades living and working in the country. During that time I’ve come to know many true heroes and heroines who have done the best they can to make a go of it on the land. In this story I have tried to impart a sense of the struggle many country people have to deal with as a backdrop to the romance between Ryan, a city orthopaedic surgeon, and Tara, a country GP.

Their journey takes them from a life-changing event in the past, and having to deal with the fall-out of that event, finally to a future full of love, hope and impossible dreams come true.

I hope you enjoy this story.

Leonie K

PS I love to hear from my readers and you can contact me via my website: www.leonieknight.com

Originally a city girl, LEONIE KNIGHTgrew up in Perth, Western Australia. Several years ago, with her husband, two young sons and their Golden Retriever, she moved south to a small rural acreage located midway between dazzling white beaches and the magnificent jarrah forest of the Darling Scarp. Now her boys have grown and left home, and the demands of her day job have lessened, she finds she has more time to devote to the things she loves—gardening, walking, cycling, reading and, of course, writing. She has spent most of her adult life working in first a suburban and then a rural general medical practice. That combined with the inspiration she gets from her real-life hero makes it only natural that the stories she writes are Medical Romances.

Recent titles by the same author:

HOW TO SAVE A MARRIAGE IN A MILLION

SUDDENLY SINGLE SOPHIE

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

Leonie Knight

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Many thanks to Heather and Ian, retired dairy farmers

and a wonderfully generous couple,

who helped me with the details of life on a farm.

Also for Shellee and Margaret.

You are truly inspirational.

DR TARA DENNISON closed her eyes, took several deep breaths and tried to relax as the physio’s thumbs dug deep into both sides of her neck. She was close to tears but it had nothing to do with the massage. She’d decided she couldn’t put it off any longer. She would tell Ryan tonight. And then they would both be free … free of the guilt, anguish and pain that held them together in a fragile relationship that had mercilessly sapped the strength from both of them over the past three months.

‘Ouch,’ she said as the pressure on her spine amplified and teetered on the edge of pain.

‘You’re tenser today than you usually are. Is there anything wrong? Soreness anywhere?’

Tara opened her eyes. She definitely wasn’t about to reveal that everything was wrong. That she loved her husband so much there was no way she could deny him the future he deserved—the loving perfect wife, sexual fulfilment, the children he’d always wanted …

‘No, I’m fine. I think I may have overdone it in the gym yesterday. Perhaps we could call it quits now?’

‘Good idea. I’ll catch up with you in the pool tomorrow afternoon.’

‘Yes, the pool …’

But before she had time to finish her sentence the physio had left, and a few minutes later she heard familiar footsteps heading towards her room. Her heart did a somersault and landed squarely in the pit of her stomach.

Now .

She’d made up her mind. She would definitely tell him now .

Ryan felt good. The time was right. He clutched an enormous bouquet of delicately scented yellow roses in one hand and the list he’d laboured over for the past week in the other. With the information he had, and Tara’s all-time favourite flowers, how could she possibly refuse?

But when he reached her room, drew back the curtain and saw the expression on her face, he began to have doubts.

‘Hi, beautiful.’ He placed the flowers on the bedside table, leaned forward and kissed his wife on the mouth, holding the simple but intimate connection for as long as he could. Her mouth was immobile, her lips cool, and when he finally drew away her sombre expression flattened his mood like a burst balloon.

‘What’s the matter?’

She was looking at the roses as if he’d given her a bunch of stinging nettles.

‘I have something I want to tell you.’

‘That’s great.’ His gentle smile did nothing to thaw the icy expression on Tara’s face. ‘I have something to tell you too.’

Some of his previous joy at finally tying up all the loose ends of his plan that would give them the chance of a rosy future returned. His love for Tara had never waned. They had survived a horrific accident and were both miraculously alive; he’d been there every step of the way through the lengthy and arduous rehabilitation programme; he’d supported her through bouts of debilitating depression and he’d found a way for them to live out the happily-ever-after of their dreams. If she’d just let him explain …

‘I’ll go first.’ The list he had made seemed redundant now, but he knew once she’d realised they weren’t stuck in an inescapable rut …

‘No, Ryan. Let me.’

Her eyes, which were usually wide open windows to her feelings, were shuttered.

‘Okay,’ he said slowly as he reached for her hand, but she snatched it away.

‘I want a divorce.’

Ryan shook his head in disbelief. Just when there was a possibility they could get their lives back on track? Had he heard wrong?

‘No!’ The word came out more forcefully than he’d planned. ‘Sorry,’ he added, and this time Tara let him hold her hand. She was shaking.

‘Why?’

She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye.

‘Because I’m disabled, Ryan. I’m a different person to the perfect woman you married. I think and feel differently and I could never be a mother to your children—’

‘But …’ He squeezed Tara’s hand tight. ‘But none of that matters … if we love each other.’

Tara looked away and shifted restlessly in her hospital bed.

‘Tara? Love … it’s what has sustained us through the bad times as well as the good.’

Tara’s gaze swung back to Ryan. She sighed.

‘That’s the problem, Ryan. I don’t love you any more. And I can’t live in a loveless marriage.’ She cleared her throat. ‘I want a divorce and I’m not going to change my mind.’

Eight years later .

RYAN DENNISON wasn’t trying to avoid the inevitable confrontation, just delaying it. He circled the car park looking for an inconspicuous space from where he’d still have full view of the entrance to the clinic.