Kate Hardy - The Doctor's Rescue

Though Will Cooper was another problem. There was a definite pull between them. If they’d met in other circumstances…But no. He was in plaster and pins. And that was enough to keep her common sense working. If she worked with him—and it was a big if—their relationship would be strictly business.

Her mobile phone shrilled. She pulled it from her inside pocket and answered automatically without bothering to look at the display first. ‘Mallory Ryman.’

‘Hey, there, Wonder Woman.’

Mallory chuckled. Of all the people she could have done with talking to right now, her sister-in-law Renee was top of the list. ‘Hey, there, Renny-babes.’

There was a pained sigh. ‘Repeat after me. Ruh-nay.’

‘Ren-nee-ee,’ Mallory teased. ‘How are you?’

‘Fine, honey. And where are you?’

‘Top of Helvellyn. Views to die for. You’d love it.’

‘With all that hard work first? Give me a Jacuzzi any day!’

Mallory’s grin widened. Renee was an unabashed hedonist. Her suggested solution to Mallory’s dilemma had been to spend a week together at a spa. Flotation tank, Indian head massage, facial, Jacuzzi, the works. Followed by some serious shopping. ‘Spent all Mikey’s money yet?’

‘I’m working on it,’ Renee teased back. ‘Seriously, honey, you haven’t been in touch for over a week. The menfolk are muttering. And, um, Geoff’s been up to see us.’

‘Right.’ Mallory coughed. ‘You didn’t tell him where I was?’

‘We don’t actually know where you are, do we, honey? Just that you’re somewhere in the Lakes, getting your head together. Anyway, I had a little chat with him. So he knows you’re not going to change your mind.’

‘Thanks, Renee.’

‘And you did the right thing. He’s a lovely guy, but he’s not the one for you. He’s too tame. You need Spiderman.’

‘Don’t you mean Superman?’

‘Nope, I mean Spiderman. You need a climber. Someone who understands why you do what you do—and wants to do it with you.’

‘Mikey’s a climber and you wouldn’t be seen dead in crampons,’ Mallory pointed out.

‘Yeah, but I understand why he does it. That makes a difference. So, has the climbing helped?’

Mallory sighed. ‘Yes and no.’

‘Want my take on it?’ Without pausing for an answer, Renee continued, ‘You’re a good doctor, Mallory. You’re cutting yourself to pieces over a mistake—but it’s the wrong mistake you’re focusing on.’

‘What do you mean, the wrong mistake?’

‘Your patient. It could have happened to Mikey, to Jonno, to your dad. The Rymans aren’t perfect. No, honey, your mistake was working too close to home.’

‘The New Forest isn’t exactly close to Gloucestershire.’

‘In the States, honey, that’d be doorstep distance. But that’s not what I mean. Charles is your father’s best friend, so you were personally involved even before you started seeing Geoff. And I don’t think you should come back here and be Doctor and Daughter either. You’d be worrying that the boys would be watching you and judging you all the time. What you need is a fresh start in a practice that isn’t linked to your personal life. So you’re there on your own merits. And your partners will stay that way—working partners.’

‘Maybe.’ Mallory sighed. ‘I can’t live off my savings for ever. I’ve got to get a job at some point.’ She grimaced as she remembered the balance that had flashed up when she’d withdrawn some cash earlier that day. ‘Sooner rather than later.’

‘So get the one you’re trained for.’

‘I’ve, um, been offered a locum position.’

‘Up there?’

Mallory quickly filled Renee in on the Will situation. ‘I told him what happened and he said I needed a second chance.’

‘You do,’ Renee said emphatically.

‘And it solves his problem, too—if I do it, he won’t have to worry about finding a locum who’ll do the hours he needs.’

‘Then go see the practice,’ Renee said. ‘See what you think. If you like them, give it a try. If it doesn’t work out, you can always move on. No one’ll think any less of you.’

‘I suppose you’re right.’

‘Course I am, honey. I’m always right.’ Renee chuckled. ‘Let me know how it goes. And I won’t breathe a word to the boys. Your mom thinks the same as I do. So you tell them when you’re good and ready, OK?’

‘OK.’

‘You take care, now.’

‘You, too. And, Renee?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Thanks.’

‘Any time, honey.’

By the time Mallory had come back down Helvellyn and driven back to Darrowthwaite, it was getting near the end of surgery.

‘I’m sorry, neither of the doctors will be able to see you today,’ the receptionist told her bluntly. ‘Their lists are full.’

Direct. Well, she could cope with that. Mallory smiled and held out her hand. ‘You must be Mrs Prentiss.’

The receptionist frowned. ‘And you are?’

‘Mallory Ryman. I’m not looking for an appointment with one of the GPs, but I would like a quick word with the practice manager, please.’

Mrs Prentiss’s lips pursed as she looked Mallory up and down.

‘I’m not a drug rep either, Mrs Prentiss, if that’s what you’re thinking,’ Mallory said hastily. ‘I was with Dr Cooper at the hospital yesterday.’ Coffee. Will had said something about coffee. ‘Look, I can see you’re busy so I don’t want to hold you up, but he asked me to call in and have a quick chat with Nathan. If I…if I get you a cup of coffee, would you be able to see if Nathan can spare me a couple of minutes, please?’

To her surprise, the receptionist burst out laughing. ‘Will tell you how to soft-soap me, did he?’

‘Er…’ Mallory flushed.

‘Third door on the right,’ Mrs Prentiss said. ‘Nathan’s expecting you. Helvellyn cold, was it?’

‘But good.’ Mallory couldn’t help smiling back. Will had been spot on about the Darrowthwaite grapevine. ‘Thank you.’

Nathan turned out to be tall and thin, with his hair cut short to disguise a thinning patch. ‘I’m glad you’re here,’ he said. ‘Will’s making my life a misery. He’s called me six times today already! Good climb?’

‘Yes, thanks.’

‘I gather Will’s already told you about the practice. So, is there anything you’d like to ask me?’

This was all going way too fast. She hadn’t even said yes yet!

‘Sorry, I’m bulldozing you.’ He smiled at her. ‘Let me show you around.’

The place was perfect. Purpose-built, but from traditional materials and designed to fit in with the buildings around it. Four consulting rooms plus the practice nurse’s room. ‘And this room’s for visiting specialists—we have a weekly phlebotomist, osteopath, chiropodist and physiotherapist,’ Nathan told her. ‘We also have a room for the health visitors and district midwife—they cover three practices between them.’

‘It’s a good set-up,’ Mallory said. Very similar to Charles’s practice.

Just as Nathan was showing her back to his office, the doors of the other doctors’ surgeries opened simultaneously.

‘You must be Mallory. I’m Siobhan Reilly,’ the pretty blonde announced, shaking Mallory’s hand. ‘And this is Tom Fitzgerald.’

Tom, who was small and round and lively, grinned at her. ‘And neither of us makes a habit of diving in front of cars, you’ll be pleased to know.’

‘But that means you’ll have to be the practice hero doctor while Will’s out of action,’ Siobhan informed her. ‘Tom can’t because he’s sleep deprived.’

‘Twins. Teething,’ he explained. ‘And Siobhan can’t because she’s scared of heights.’

‘And you’re a climber,’ Siobhan said. ‘So you’ve drawn the short straw.’