Fairytale With The Single Dad. Alison Roberts

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Название Fairytale With The Single Dad
Автор произведения Alison Roberts
Жанр Короткие любовные романы
Серия Mills & Boon M&B
Издательство Короткие любовные романы
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9780008900960



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happened? Why was he reacting like this? She was just a patient!

      He’d not expected to feel suddenly…nervous. As if he’d never treated a patient before. Tongue-tied. Blindsided by his physical response to this woman. He could feel his normal greeting—Morning, take a seat, how can I help?—stifled in his throat and he had to turn to his computer, glancing at the screen briefly to gather his thoughts before he could speak.

      Sydney Harper.

      Beautiful. Enchanting.

      A patient!

      Reel your thoughts back in and show that you know what you’re doing.

      He cleared his throat. ‘Er…yes, you did… But he…er…got overbooked.’ He paused briefly, noticing the way she hovered uncertainly at the door. The way her long cardigan covered her almost to mid-thigh, the shapeless garment hiding any figure she might have. The way her heavy tartan skirt covered her legs down to her boots. The way her fingers twisted around each other.

      Curious… Why is she so frightened? Why do I get the feeling that she tries her best not to be noticed?

      He could see her gaze darting about the room, as if she were looking for means of escape, and suddenly curiosity about this woman overrode any previous nervousness.

      ‘Is that okay?’

      ‘I’d prefer to see Dr Preston. He knows me. I’m his patient.’

      Nathan glanced back at the computer, so that he wouldn’t stare at her and make her feel even more uncomfortable. Did Dr Preston really know her? The last time she’d been into the surgery had been—he checked the screen—a year ago. A lot could change in a year.

      He should know.

      Forget that. Concentrate on your work.

      He was itching to know what ailed her. What he could help her with. How to keep her in the room and not have her bolt like a skittish horse.

      Purely on a professional basis, of course. I’m not interested in her in that way.

      What had brought her to the surgery today? She looked anxious. A bit stressed. Not entirely comfortable with this change.

      He gave her his best friendly smile. ‘Why don’t you take a seat? You never know, I might be able to help. Doctors do that.’ He tried to reassure her, but she approached the chair opposite him as if she were a gazelle trying to sidle past a ravenous lion.

      He waited for her to sit and then he looked her over. A little pale, though her cheeks were flushed. Her pulse was probably elevated. Her blood pressure rising. What had made her so anxious? He was intrigued. But he’d learnt a valuable trick as a doctor. Silence was a wonderful tool. People would feel compelled to fill it. They’d start talking. Eventually.

      So he waited, noting how white her knuckles were as they clutched the bag upon her lap.

      And he waited.

      She was looking at anything but him. Checking out the room as if it were new to her before she finally allowed herself to glance at his face. Her cheeks reddened in the most delightful way, and she was biting her bottom lip as she finally made eye contact.

      ‘I need some sleeping pills. Dr Preston told me to come again if I needed a repeat.’

      Ah. There we go!

      ‘You’re not sleeping well?’

      Her cheeks reddened some more, and again she averted her eyes. ‘Not really. Look, I’m needed back at work, so if you could just write me a prescription? I don’t want to keep my clients waiting.’

      Nathan Jones sat back in his swivel chair and appraised her. He was curious as to why she needed them. ‘Sleeping pills are really a last resort. I’ll need a few details from you first of all.’

      The flash of alarm in her eyes was startling to observe. And if she twisted the strap of her handbag any more it would soon snap.

      Sydney shook her head. ‘I don’t have long.’

      ‘Neither do I. So let’s crack on, shall we? Eight minutes per patient can go by in the blink of an eye.’ He was trying to keep it loose. Casual. Non-threatening. This woman was as taut as a whip.

      She let out an impatient breath. ‘What do you need to know?’

      ‘Tell me about your sleep routine.’

      Does your husband snore? Does he toss and turn all night, keeping you awake? Wait… What the…?

      Why was he worrying about whether she had a husband or not? He wasn’t looking to go out with this woman. She was a patient! At least for now. He had no doubt that the second she bolted from his consulting room she would make sure she never had to see him again!

      ‘What about it?’

      ‘Is it regular?’

      ‘I work long days at the veterinary surgery across the road from here. I’m the only vet there, so I’m on call most nights, and since the new homes got built I’ve been busier than ever.’

      ‘So you get called out a lot?’

      ‘I do.’

      He nodded and scribbled a note. ‘And are you finding it difficult to drop off to sleep?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Worried about your beeper going off? Or is it something else?’

      She looked at him directly now. ‘Look, Dr Preston has given me the pills before. I’m sure he won’t mind if you give me some more.’

      She didn’t like him prying. He glanced at her records, his eyes scanning the previous note. Yes, she was correct. She’d been given sleeping pills by Dr Preston this time last year…

      ‘…due to the sudden death of the patient’s daughter three years ago, patient requested tranquillisers…’

      He felt a lump of cold dread settle in his stomach as he read the notes fully.

      She’d lost her child. Sydney Harper had lost her daughter and she couldn’t sleep when the anniversary of her death got close. It happened every year. Oh, heavens.

      He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, mentally apologising.

      ‘I…er…yes. I can see that in your notes.’

      How terrible. The most awful thing that could ever happen to a parent. And it had happened to her and he was trying to poke around in her despair when it was clear in her notes why she needed the pills. But would he be being a good doctor just to give them to her? Or would he be a better doctor if he tried to stop her needing them? They could be addictive…

      ‘I’m sure he won’t mind if you give me some more tablets.’

      Nathan had a daughter. Anna. She was six years old and she was all he had in this world. He couldn’t imagine losing her. She was everything to him right now. What this poor woman had been through…! No wonder she looked the way she did.

      ‘I can write you a prescription, but…’ He paused. ‘Have you ever been offered counselling?’

      She looked directly at him, her demeanour suggesting she was about to explain something to a child. ‘I was. And I did go to start with. But it didn’t help me so I stopped going.’

      ‘Perhaps you weren’t ready for it then. Would you be interested in trying it again now? It might help you with this sleeping issue. I could arrange it for you.’

      The computer whirred out the prescription and he grabbed it from the printer and passed it over to her.

      ‘Counselling is not for me. I don’t…talk…about what happened.’

      ‘Maybe that’s the problem?’ The words were out before he could censor them. He bit his lip with annoyance. Too late to take the words back. He needed to cover their crassness. And quickly.