The Doctor's Engagement. Sarah Morgan

      Actually, she didn’t really know what she preferred any more. Her love life was such a disaster she’d given up analysing it.

      ‘You don’t think I’m sensitive?’ Mark sounded hurt and she grinned, knowing it was a pretence. Mark wasn’t that easily wounded. He was totally comfortable with himself, self-assured and confident in everything he did.

      ‘You’re sensitive with your friends. Just not your girlfriends. And it’s not a post I’ve ever been interested in. And on top of that—’ she played idly with the sleek curtain of blonde hair that fell over her shoulder ‘—I’ve known you since I was two and I remember the time when you put sand down my nappy—’

      ‘Ouch. Surely I didn’t do a thing like that.’ His sudden laughter was infectious and she started to laugh, too.

      ‘You did indeed. And when I was too old for nappies you put ice down my knickers, a snake round my neck and you cut off my pigtail to try out your new Swiss army knife.’

      Mark was still laughing. ‘What a lousy friend I must have been. OK, I get the message. In fact, I’m amazed our friendship has endured in the circumstances.’

      ‘Well...’ Holly’s voice was gruff. ‘I suppose I should also add that you’re a great listener, good company and the best friend a girl could want.’

      Mark broke the long silence that followed. ‘That’s nice to hear. And it means you can definitely be my fiancée without me worrying that you’ll expect me to marry you at the end of it.’

      ‘Which brings us back to your story of the woman,’ Holly prompted him, and he sighed.

      ‘So it does. Anyway, we went out for this drink and she cornered me. I managed to escape without hurting her feelings but it’s getting worse by the day.’

      ‘Did you kiss her?’

      There was an explosion of sound. ‘No, I did not kiss her!!’

      ‘Maybe you should have done. You should have given her a really horrid, wet, wimpy, slimy kiss that would have put her off you for ever.’

      ‘I’m not sure I know how to kiss like that.’ His voice shook with laughter. ‘And if you know how that sort of kiss feels then you’ve definitely been going out with the wrong sort of men.’

      Holly’s smile wavered. She didn’t need him to tell her that, but men and relationships were the last thing on her mind right now.

      ‘OK.’ She changed the subject quickly. ‘So what’s happening with this woman at the moment?’

      He gave a groan. ‘It’s becoming embarrassing at work. I didn’t want to be rude and ruin a working relationship, so I mentioned that I was engaged to you.’

      Holly took a deep breath. ‘Well, that’s all right,’ she said carefully. ‘Other people have long-distance relationships. Just tell them I’ve got a job I can’t leave.’

      There was a long pause. ‘It isn’t that simple. They wormed the truth out of me, I’m afraid.’

      ‘The truth?’

      ‘That you left your job a few months ago and have done bits of agency work since. Unfortunately my confession coincided with our practice nurse leaving to have a baby, so they came up with the idea of you joining me. I was cornered really, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a brilliant solution. If I have a fiancée down here in Cornwall, then this woman is more likely to leave me alone.’

      Holly’s mouth opened and closed. ‘So they already think I’m coming? You didn’t think to ask me first?’

      If he hadn’t been her dearest friend she would have put the phone down!

      ‘I’m asking you now! In fact, I’m begging you, Holl!! Think about it,’ he urged, his voice deep and persuasive. ‘If I have a fiancée I don’t have to spend every minute of the day wondering whether what I’m doing or saying could be misconstrued. I can just get on with my life.’

      ‘But, Mark—’

      ‘And you can get on with your life, too. You still haven’t found a permanent job, have you?’ He paused. ‘You haven’t told me why you resigned from your last practice nurse post, but I know something happened.’

      Holly stiffened, and her heart rate bolted. Suddenly they’d moved onto dangerous ground. ‘Nothing happened.’

      ‘Come on, Holl, this is me. I know you better than anyone.’ His voice was gruff. ‘You’re not the sort of person to leave a job without good reason.’

      She’d had a good reason. A very good reason. ‘I—It was nothing. Just politics.’

      ‘Don’t lie to me, Holly.’ His voice was calm and matter-of-fact. ‘I know something’s wrong. And I know it’s something big because it’s the first problem in your life you haven’t shared with me.’

      He was right. It was the first thing she hadn’t been able to tell him. But he’d been miles away in Cornwall and it wasn’t something she could talk about on the phone.

      She bit her lip. ‘Mark—’

      ‘It’s OK, babe,’ he said softly. ‘I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready. I’m just suggesting that whatever it was might heal faster down here. The job is yours for as long as you want it, and if you decide to leave when this is all over then fine. I know you’re not happy just doing agency work—’

      ‘It means I can pick and choose the jobs I do.’

      Which was absolutely essential for her peace of mind.

      ‘But that’s not you. You like stability.’ Mark was as astute as ever. ‘So get yourself down here and then I’ll be close by when you’re ready to spill the beans.’

      ‘I don’t know, Mark,’ Holly croaked, and there was a pause.

      ‘Get yourself down here,’ he ordered, his voice gruff and kind. ‘That way I can keep an eye on you.’

      Tears blurred her vision and she gave a watery smile, relieved that he couldn’t see her. Just talking to him made her feel safe. If she was honest, she could do with a bit of Mark’s protection right now.

      ‘Maybe I should. You’re a good friend.’

      ‘Despite the snake and the ice?’

      ‘Despite that,’ Holly admitted, her voice choked.

      ‘So come and be my fiancée and practice nurse.’

      Holly thought for a long moment. ‘What would it involve?’

      ‘The job?’

      ‘No.’ For some unknown reason Holly felt her colour rise. ‘The other bit. Just how “touchy-feely” would we have to be?’

      ‘I don’t know. Use your imagination.’ He chuckled. ‘Generally I would think it would be fine if you just hang on my every word, gaze at me adoringly and follow me round like a puppy.’

      ‘Yuck!’ His teasing made her feel better again. ‘I don’t think I could do that without being sick.’

      And without feeling jolly uncomfortable. Pretending to fancy Mark would feel odd.

      ‘You’ve done it before—’

      ‘Mark, we’ve already established that we were in primary school at the time,’ she reminded him dryly. ‘Hardly the same thing at all.’

      ‘Well, just do your best.’ There was a brief silence. ‘And you’d have to live with me, of course.’

      ‘Live with you?’ Her voice was little more than a squeak and Mark laughed again.

      ‘Of course, live with me. This is the twenty-first century, Holly. People usually