The Doctor Meets Her Match. Annie Claydon

anything is worth trying?’

      The look in his eyes said it all. He knew just as well as she did that this was madness but he’d made a commitment and it was killing him not to carry it through. So he was clutching at straws. Abby sighed. ‘What’s the charity?’

      ‘We’re doing it in conjunction with Answers Through Sport.’

      ‘I’ve heard of them. I learned to swim in one of their classes when I was a kid.’

      ‘Really?’ He was on the alert suddenly and Abby bit her lip. ‘I didn’t think they did general classes.’

      They didn’t. Abby had been a beneficiary of their Fighting Back programme for bullied teenagers. But that was none of Nick’s business. ‘So how did you get involved with them?’

      ‘They helped me when I was recovering from my addiction to drugs.’ He shrugged. ‘Now I’m returning the favour and doing some fundraising for them. They have match funding, so they’ll get a grant for an amount equal to that which they raise for themselves.’

      Abby’s stomach twisted into a tight knot. ‘So thirty grand becomes sixty.’

      ‘Yeah. Do you see now why I won’t give up without a fight? What would you do in my place?’

      That was none of his business. She wasn’t in his place and he had no right to ask, particularly since the answer would only encourage him in this scheme of his. ‘Couldn’t you get someone to step in and do the swims for you?’

      ‘I thought of that, but we’ve already got everyone doing as much as they can. Even if we could find a volunteer, a month isn’t long enough to build up the kind of fitness you need for something like this.’ He ran his hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. ‘Why, do you know anyone?’

      Abby’s heart sank. Nick had no choice but to keep believing that he might just be able to do this. And now she had no choice.

      ‘Yeah, I know someone. Me.’

      Nick had refused point blank to even countenance the idea at first. But Abby had presented her credentials, competitive swimming as a teenager, member of a cross-Channel relay team when she’d been at medical school. And Nick knew as well as anyone that she was a strong enough swimmer, they’d raced together enough times at the gym.

      The project committee cordially invited him to do the arithmetic. He did it and conceded. Not so cordially. But Abby had already secured the promise of two weeks’ leave from work and stepped up her training.

      ‘That’s three miles.’ His voice floated across the deserted swimming pool.

      ‘No, it’s not. I’ve got another two lengths to go. And I’d better do them quickly, before the advanced-swimmers session ends.’

      He glanced at his watch. ‘Yeah, the children’s swimming classes will be starting in ten minutes. One final push, eh?’ Nick was sitting at the side of the pool, wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants. Tanned, relaxed and irritating beyond measure. ‘Then I’ll buy you breakfast.’

      She didn’t want him to buy her breakfast. It had taken him over a week to contact all his sponsors personally and now that was done he’d switched his attention to her. For the last two days he’d been turning up at the pool at seven o’clock in the morning to help with her training, dispensing shouted advice and encouragement that Abby doggedly ignored.

      She swam another four lengths, just to show him who was boss, and found him waiting by the pool steps, one hand gripping his elbow crutch, the other holding out a large towel. ‘Here you are. Don’t get chilled.’

      Abby wrapped the towel around herself gratefully. Being in her swimsuit when he was fully clothed, was far more uncomfortable than she had bargained for. Much more challenging than those first easy days of their acquaintance, when the guy with heart-stoppingly broad shoulders had first beaten her by two yards to the far end of the pool then smiled in her direction and exchanged a few words with her.

      ‘Thanks.’ She looked around as a group of adults and children emerged from the changing rooms. ‘Looks like I won’t get much more done now.’

      ‘You’ve done enough.’ He reached into his pocket and consulted a stopwatch. ‘An hour and twenty-five. Not bad.’

      ‘What do you mean, not bad? What’s your best time?’

      ‘One hour ten. But you did four extra lengths.’

      Even if she had, she’d still have to work a little harder if she was going to match his time. But she had another three weeks to go.

      ‘You shouldn’t push yourself.’ He seemed to know what she was thinking. ‘An injury at this point would be bad news.’

      ‘I know. I’ve done this before, remember.’

      He grinned, and Abby clutched the thick towel around her tightly. ‘So where do you want to go for breakfast? As it’s Saturday, we can take our time.’

      Breakfast in the presence of Nick’s smile sounded fantastic, but it was forbidden fruit. On the other hand, she needed to eat and at this rate she’d be gnawing her own arm off before she managed to get rid of him. ‘What about that place across the road? They do fresh croissants and a latte to die for.’

      ‘Sure. Whatever you want. I’ll meet you in the lobby…’ Nick seemed to realise that he’d lost Abby’s attention and that it was now fixed on a small group of children on the other side of the pool.

      It was nothing. Just high jinks, kids mucking about. Abby kept her eye on the group anyway.

      ‘So I’ll meet you in the lobby in ten minutes?’

      ‘Yeah, ten minutes…’ The shrill voices of the children swelled above the mounting noise in the pool and Abby strained to see what was going on.

      ‘What is it?’ She could feel his fingers brushing her elbow lightly, and she jerked her arm away. She had neither the time nor the inclination to stop and discuss this with Nick. Abby marched round to the other side of the pool and approached the group of children.

      There was a little girl at the centre, red in the face and obviously trying to hold back tears, as one of the older girls made jokes that everyone else seemed to think were funny. She’d been that child. Surrounded by a ring of distorted faces, trying not to cry at their taunts. Hoping that someone would come along and break it up. And now Abby had the chance to do something that no one had ever bothered to do for her. She had to get this right.

      ‘Excuse me.’ Abby had to shoulder her way through the group to reach the child. ‘I just wanted to ask you where you got your swimming costume? I’m looking for one for my niece, and this is so pretty.’

      As she spoke, the group melted away, re-forming a few yards away behind Abby’s back. She ignored them and knelt down next to the little girl, leaning in to hear her whispered reply.

      ‘Really? I was in there the other day and I didn’t see any pink ones.’ Abby smiled encouragingly. ‘I’ll have to go back and take another look.’

      She got a hesitant smile back, which felt like pure gold, and the sick feeling in her stomach began to subside a little. The child reached forward and pulled at Abby’s towel. ‘Does yours have flowers?’

      ‘No, worse luck.’ Abby unwrapped the towel, wrinkling her nose. ‘Just plain blue. Not as pretty as yours.’

      Another smile. This time bright and clear, the way a child should smile. ‘Which swimming class are you in, sweetie?’

      ‘Over there.’ Abby followed the little girl’s pointing finger to a group of younger children at the shallow end of the pool, supervised by two women.

      ‘Well, why don’t you go and join them? But there’s something I’d like to tell you first.’

      ‘Okay.’ Half the child’s attention was already on her playmates.

      ‘If