The Midwife's Marriage Proposal. Sarah Morgan

of the month,’ Jack said mildly, opening two beers and handing one to his friend.

      Tom drank from the bottle and then banged it down on the table. ‘Did you know Sally was back?’

      Jack settled himself opposite, his feet on the table. ‘No. If Bry wanted to keep it from you, she’s hardly going to tell me, is she?’

      ‘You’re her husband.’

      Jack grinned. ‘And you and I have been best mates since primary school, Tom. Takes more than a woman to come between us, even if that woman is your sister.’

      Tom sighed and rubbed long fingers over his aching temples. ‘I wish someone had warned me.’

      ‘Why?’ Jack took a slug of beer. ‘I thought you weren’t interested in her anyway.’

      Tom reached for his beer. He’d thought that, too.

      But seeing her again had unsettled him more than he would have thought possible.

      Being on the receiving end of her cool indifference had made him feel as though he’d lost something special.

      At that moment the kitchen door flew open and Bryony stalked into the room, her whole manner confrontational.

      Tom rose to his feet, his own gaze equally accusing. Ordinarily they were as close as a brother and sister could be, but tonight they glared at each other like enemies.

      ‘Why didn’t you tell me that she was coming back?’ Tom’s voice was hard and Bryony’s gaze was equally hard as she met her brother’s eyes.

      ‘And good evening to you, too, Tom.’ She leaned forward and kissed Jack, her expression softening slightly. Then she straightened and shrugged out of her wool coat.

      ‘You should have told me she was coming back,’ Tom snarled, and Bryony lifted an eyebrow, refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous light in her brother’s eyes.

      ‘Why? What reason did I have to believe you even cared? You ended it, remember?’

      Colour touched Tom’s cheekbones and his jaw tightened. ‘That is none of your business.’

      ‘It’s my business when you expect me to help you smooth the path with her.’

      ‘I can’t change the past.’ Tom sat back down in his chair and reached for his beer. ‘And Sally and I need to move on. We can’t do that if we don’t have a conversation. We need to clear the air.’

      ‘You mean you need to make yourself feel OK about what you did.’

      Tom tensed, realizing with a considerable amount of discomfort that she was right. His conscience was troubling him. And he had a feeling that a conversation wasn’t going to cure his problem.

      ‘I did what I thought was right at the time.’

      ‘Right for her or right for you?’ Bryony put her hands on her hips, her expression disapproving, and Jack frowned.

      ‘Bry, this really isn’t our business.’

      Bryony ignored him, her eyes still on her brother. ‘You drove her away and now you’re expecting her to be pleased to see you again.’

      ‘I’m not expecting that.’ Tom cursed softly and ran a hand over the back of his neck. ‘And I didn’t drive her away. She left.’

      ‘Because of you! Because you didn’t want her and she couldn’t live in this small community alongside a man who’d rejected her. Do you know your problem?’ Bryony glared at him. ‘You just can’t bear the fact that there’s a woman in the world who doesn’t think you’re God’s answer to romance. You broke Sally’s heart but you want her to say, “That’s fine, Tom.” Well, it isn’t fine!