A Wedding In The Village. Abigail Gordon

there had always been her parents to go to with any problems, but soon all that would be changed. She was going to be in close contact with a stranger every minute of her working day.

      ‘Ah! There you are, Megan. Just at the right moment for introductions,’ her mother was saying as she led the way down the stairs, with the new doctor behind her and her father bringing up the rear.

      When she raised her head with a weak smile on her face it froze, and a voice that she’d never expected to hear again exclaimed, ‘But of course! Megan! Megan Marshall. Your first name hasn’t been mentioned. Otherwise it might have registered that we already know each other.’

      ‘That’s great news!’ her father cried. ‘It will make everything so much easier when you take over, Luke.’

      I wouldn’t bank on that, she thought numbly.

      Luke Anderson had been one of the tutors in her last year at university and with his dark good looks and lean masculine appeal he’d been a target for every romantically inclined female on the campus, including herself.

      Incredibly, he hadn’t been married or in any sort of relationship. It had also seemed that was how he had wanted it to stay, as no amount of feminine wiles from some of the most ravishing of his students had got them anywhere. The impression he had given was that he had been doing a job he’d liked and his only interest in those in his classes had been a desire to see they did well in their finals.

      Even so, she’d sent him a Valentine card, along with all the other hopefuls, and he must have recognised her handwriting as the next time she’d been at one of his lectures he’d called her back at the end of it and said with a glint in his eye that could have meant anything, ‘Roses are not always red, Megan, and I would describe the colour of violets as deep purple.’ With that he’d left her standing alone in the lecture hall with a face red as the roses he’d referred to.

      She’d discovered afterwards that he’d made no comments to anyone else who’d sent him a card and wondered why he’d singled her out. One thing had been sure, she wasn’t going to ask him. The embarrassment of those moments in the lecture hall had not been forgotten quickly, but once she’d got her degree and gone into hospital work it had been pushed to the back of her mind.

      For the last three years she’d been a junior doctor on the wards, until her parents had dropped their bombshell regarding retirement and a house they were contemplating buying in Spain.

      Luke Anderson was smiling and holding out his hand as he spoke, and as she shook it Megan managed to resurrect her grimace of before.

      ‘Luke was one of my tutors at college,’ she told her parents. ‘This is the last place I would ever have expected to see him.’

      ‘I’ve actually come to live in the village,’ he said, and her discomfort increased. ‘I’m going to be staying with my sister who lives at Woodcote House.’

      Megan could actually feel her jaw dropping. ‘Are you saying that Sue Standish is your sister?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘She never said.’

      ‘Sue doesn’t know we knew each other.’

      ‘We were just as surprised as you when we heard that Luke was related to Sue,’ her mother said. ‘We’ve known her a long time, haven’t we, James, and she and Megan are good friends. We were all so sorry when Gareth died so suddenly.’

      ‘That’s why I’m here,’ he said sombrely. ‘To give a hand with the boys and offer any other support she might need. I’m going to stay with Sue for as long as she needs me, and then find a place of my own in the village.’

      This was turning out to be more disturbing by the minute, Megan was thinking. Luke Anderson was back in her life with a vengeance, and to top it all he was going to be living with Sue and the children. Why hadn’t her friend said?

      She’d intended being in on the interviewing and was wishing now that she had been, but when two school friends had asked her to go to Florida with them for a couple of weeks, her mother had said, ‘You must go, Megan. It could be a long time before you get another break once we’ve gone.’

      So she’d let herself be persuaded, knowing that whatever decision her parents came to, they would have her best interests at heart while sorting out the future of the practice.

      She hadn’t thought about Luke Anderson in a long time and supposed that the rest of the girls attending his classes hadn’t either. Once they’d all got their degrees they’d been off to pastures new, faces that he too would soon have forgotten.

      If it hadn’t been for the Valentine card incident she might have been pleased to see him, but as the memory of it came back all she could think of was what a fool she’d made of herself then.

      She’d avoided him like the plague afterwards and had caught him observing her thoughtfully a couple of times, and that had been it.

      ‘I was in general practice before I took up lecturing,’ he said easily, as if quite unaware of her confusion. ‘So I’m hoping I won’t be too rusty. When I heard from Sue that there was a vacancy here, it seemed heaven sent. A job that was virtually on her doorstep.’

      ‘So you’re not lecturing any more.’

      ‘No. I was ready for a change in any case. I’m looking forward to a spell of village life, having always been citybased and now, if you will excuse me, I’ll pop round to tell Sue and the boys my good news.’

      * * *

      ‘He’ll be joining the practice in a month’s time,’ her father said after Luke had gone striding down the street to where Woodcote House stood back from the road on a sizeable plot. ‘And I have to take my hat off to him, leaving a job at the university for the life of a country GP so he can give his sister some support.

      ‘But your mother and I need to know if you’re happy about the arrangement, Megan. You’re the one who will be working with him every day. How do you feel about it?’

      It wasn’t an easy question to answer. Maybe in a couple of days’ time she might be able to come up with a truthful reply, but she was still dazed by the unexpected meeting and the effect that seeing him again was having on her.

      She’d forgotten how gorgeous he was. Time had dimmed the memory of his attractions, but they were still there. The dark-haired, dark-eyed, clean-cut image of him.

      If it hadn’t been for the stupid Valentine card and his cool remarks when he’d let her know he’d known who’d sent it, she would have been pleased to be meeting up with him again. Instead, she was going to be nervous and constrained when he came to join the practice.

      Her father was still waiting for an answer to his question and, not wanting to put the blight on their plans, she gave him a hug and told him, ‘It’s fine by me. I’m just getting used to the shock of seeing him and knowing that we’re going to be working together. I don’t remember seeing him at the funeral, which is strange if he’s Sue’s brother.’

      ‘That’s because he wasn’t there. He was in hospital, recovering from the effects of a car crash, and they wouldn’t allow him out.’

      * * *

      A few days later, Megan went to see Sue. They chatted for a while, and then Megan gently asked why she’d never mentioned that Luke Anderson was her brother. Sue observed her with lacklustre eyes and said, ‘I didn’t know that you knew him, Meg, otherwise I would have told you.’

      Sue and Gareth had run a profitable garden centre on land at the back of their house before he’d died from a sudden heart attack. Since then she’d been trying to cope with the business and two boys who were being difficult and unruly since they’d lost their dad.

      Although Sue had been delighted to see Megan and catch up, she looked tired and drained.

      ‘Luke has been fantastic,’ Sue said. ‘Having him here will make all the