Fiona McArthur - The Doctor's Surprise Bride

‘Nothing. We tried to get her involved in community activities, tennis, I suggested she run an art class for the town but she wasn’t interested. She was bored silly and became very bitter at wasting her life, as she called it. Before Lydia died, I’d even decided it hadn’t been a bad thing she’d left, because she had made Jack so unhappy. I think Jack was leaning that way too, until the crash.’

Mary shook her head sadly. ‘I went to pieces. Jack and I both felt so guilty because maybe we should have supported Lydia more. Jack was devastated about the loss of his son as well. He blamed himself and Lydia’s pregnancy for making her temperamental, as if if he’d paid more attention to her she wouldn’t have left and his son would be alive today.’ Mary sighed.

‘Jack studied up on maternal trauma and resuscitation of pregnant women for months afterwards, wondering if the hospital she had been taken to should have done anything different when Lydia was brought in barely alive.’ She looked at Eliza.

‘I think it’s still all locked away inside him behind his carefree smile. I guess that’s why he’s not in a hurry to marry again.’

Mary patted her stomach. ‘He said he’d leave all the hassle of kids to me and be a doting uncle. I think it’s a shame—and watch out. Everyone in town agrees.’

Eliza felt a flicker of panic at Mary’s hint. ‘Don’t look at me. I’m off men.’

Mary looked across at Eliza. ‘That doesn’t matter. You’d better be prepared for some matchmaking uncles and aunts because they’d all like nothing better than to see Jack settled with a family here.’

As they turned towards the back door the sound of a car pulling up outside coincided with the ringing of the telephone. Mary looked torn and Eliza shrugged. ‘I’ll get the door, you take the phone.’

Eliza wished she’d taken the phone because she was still affected by the conversation with Mary and the visitor was Jack.

‘What are you doing here?’ They both spoke and Eliza shook her head. Her whole life was a cliché.

‘Snap!’ She shrugged and stood back so he could enter. ‘Mary’s on the phone. She shouldn’t be long.’

Jack’s mouth twitched wryly. ‘Unless it’s her husband, in which case the record is three hours and ten minutes.’

Eliza whistled. She did not need three hours and ten minutes of Jack. Just looking at him jangled her nerves, and with all the new insight from Mary she didn’t know how to cope with him. ‘Tell Mary I’ll come back another day. I’m tired anyway.’

He looked out the window to Eliza’s car and grimaced. ‘Is that your Mustang?’

Eliza’s gaze shifted to the now dusty red duco of her car. ‘That’s my baby.’

‘How much fossil fuel does it use?’

She glanced in the direction Mary had disappeared but relief wasn’t in sight. There were undercurrents. ‘That depends how I drive it, Doctor.’

When she looked back at him his face was hard. ‘And how do you drive it?’

She shook her head. ‘What possible interest could that be to you?’

She thought he wasn’t going to answer that one but he did and she almost wished he hadn’t. ‘I don’t like waste of life and a car like that just isn’t as safe as the modern vehicles of today.’

‘I’ll be at work tomorrow. Don’t worry.’ She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her car keys. ‘Please, tell Mary I’ll catch up with her later. Goodnight.’

Eliza didn’t gun the engine but she would have liked to. Jack Dancer, emotionally scarred human being—she’d known it. Someone up there was plotting against her, although she had to admit Jack had had a tough couple of years.

Jack watched the dust ball disappear down the road just as he’d watched another car when his wife had left him to settle back into the city. He turned at the sound of Mary’s footsteps and she crossed to his side and kissed his cheek.

‘I think she’ll be good for the town,’ Jack said.

‘She could be good for you,’ Mary said slyly.

His emotions were still too mixed when it came to Eliza May. ‘I didn’t come here to talk about Eliza.’

‘Why not? We talked about you.’

Jack lifted his brows but refused to bite. Mary lowered herself into a chair. ‘So why did you come?’

‘To see you.’

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