Second Chance With Her Island Doc / Taking A Chance On The Single Dad. Sue MacKay

he said faintly, and the smile returned to his eyes.

      ‘I like pink.’ She folded her arms across her chest and glowered. ‘And purple.’

      ‘Why wouldn’t you? It’s amazing.’

      ‘Leo, the last thing I want is compliments,’ she snapped, and stood up.

      Or tried to. The effects of the last twenty-four hours were still with her. She swayed.

      Leo rose and caught her as she staggered. He lowered her gently so she was sitting on the side of the bed.

      She should be thankful.

      She wasn’t.

      ‘I just stood up too fast,’ she muttered.

      ‘I know. Anger makes us do all sorts of unwise things.’

      ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ She had herself together again—a bit. Oh, she wished she wasn’t wearing pink and purple. More than that, she wished she was somewhere neutral, not in this ridiculous bedroom, and not feeling so defenceless. And, yes, angry.

      ‘Don’t mouth platitudes at me, Leo Aretino,’ she managed, anger growing. ‘For ten years you assumed I knew what you were talking about. That I was part of this system. You assumed my cousin’s, my uncle’s, my grandfather’s greed was not only known to me but that their actions were somehow partly my fault. It’s not my fault, Leo. So now… I’m not a Castlavaran but I’m stuck.

      ‘The terms of this inheritance are unequivocal. The money’s to be used for the castle’s upkeep. For my upkeep. Victoir’s plan is that he build the apartments, and nominally I holiday in one. The rest are for my so-called friends to join me. We can defend it by saying it’s “for my pleasure”. It’s a way we can close off the unsafe sections and keep the rest of the place functional, even economically viable, while I get on with my life. How else can I stop the whole place from falling down? The way Victoir presents it, I don’t see that I have much choice.’

      ‘You can look at options.’

      ‘As if I’d know what they are. So if you have any, tell me, Leo, and stop treating me as the enemy.’

      ‘I never—’

      ‘You did,’ she managed. She was so mad she was trembling. Was that still the residue from the bump on the head? Or residue from being dumped ten years ago. Who knew? Not her. ‘From the moment my mother told you her maiden name, you’ve treated me like some form of alien, more, one capable of contaminating anyone who came near. So now… I accept this is your country and your concern. You don’t like Victoir’s option? Give me another.’

      Her anger was almost a tangible thing. There was so much past history here, betrayal, hurt—and a love that had once consumed her.

      Get over it, she told herself. Listen.

      Without prejudice.

      ‘There is a way,’ Leo said, his calm voice trying to break through her obvious fury. ‘Anna, can you listen? I’m not sure, but there might be.’

      What was he about to say? Break the Trust? Martin had said it was inviolable.

      ‘Like what?’ Her anger was still obvious but she couldn’t help it.

      ‘Using Victoir’s idea,’ he said, and she blinked.

      ‘The apartments.’

      ‘No.’ He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a couple of breaths. Calm or not, he sounded as if was holding himself in rigid control. Maybe the tension she was feeling between them wasn’t one-sided?

      If so, good, she thought, and then had the grace to feel ashamed. Yes, he’d dumped her but she’d gone on to have a pretty good life. Maybe her anger was out of proportion. But still, he’d hurt her. She wanted him to acknowledge that.

      But he was now intent on his plan. Focussed. For him the past was obviously well behind him.

      ‘Anna, maybe it’s a pipe dream,’ he told her. ‘It came to me on the way here, from something Carla said and from Victoir’s plans. But it’d take someone with a massive social conscience.’

      ‘And how can a Castlavaran have a social conscience?’ It was an angry mutter.

      ‘You’ve said you’re not a Castlavaran.’

      ‘You don’t believe that—or is your memory still selective?’ She glowered and then decided to be honest. To lay it all out there.

      ‘Leo, from the moment you told me you couldn’t marry me, you acted like you could hardly remember that my name is Raymond. I remember, though, and it still hurts. I know it’s stupid, but there it is. I even talked to our clinic’s psychologist about it. How needful was that? She says it’s tied up with my father walking away, my mother rejecting me over and over—and then you doing the same thing. She says I need to focus forward, not backward. So now… You judging me on my mother’s name looks backward to me. Leo, you’ve checked I’m not dying. I assume you’ve routed Victoir because he’s not here with his horrid documents. So what’s left? You can trust me with your pipe dream or you can leave. Take your pick.’

      ‘Anna—’

      ‘Just do it, Leo.’

      He closed his eyes and she could see him almost visibly brace himself.

      When he opened them again he’d changed. His look was one of pure challenge.

      ‘As you like,’ he said formally, as if what he was about to say was business and nothing more. What had been between them in the past was—of course—once again to be forgotten. He sat again so he could talk to her at eye level.

      Doctor to patient? Not so much.

      ‘So here it is,’ he said. ‘I believe it’s possible. Within the terms of the Trust you have a chance to do something spectacular.’

      ‘What?’ She wasn’t bemused. She was still just plain angry.

      ‘You could turn part of this castle into a hospital. You could provide a base for us to expand and the facilities for us to give first-class treatment. You could be the first Castlavaran who cares. You could prove me—and all of this island—wrong.’

       CHAPTER FIVE

      TO SAY SHE was hornswoggled was an understatement.

      ‘A hospital.’ She managed to say it but it was a word, not a concept.

      ‘I know,’ he said, gently now, as if he still thought she was ill. ‘It’s a crazy idea. I guess you’re either a Castlavaran, in which case you’ve had greed and indolence bred into you, or you’re an English doctor who wants nothing to do with your inheritance because it’s twenty years until you can claim it. Either way, Tovahna is the loser. I’m sorry, Anna. I didn’t mean to throw this at you tonight. But I just said…’

      ‘Yeah,’ she said, dazed. ‘You just said…’

      ‘It’s something you could think about when you go back to England,’ he said. Could she hear a sliver of hope?

      ‘But…’ She shook her head and winced. ‘First of all you’re still being insulting. I’m either greedy or I don’t care. And if I’m neither of those then I’ll fall on what has to be a preposterous plan. Turn a castle into a hospital?’ Oh, her head hurt.

      These weeks since she’d heard of this incredible inheritance hadn’t been wasted. She’d learned more of Tovahna than she’d believed possible. She knew the poverty that had kept the people in their places for a thousand years. But Martin and his colleagues had also checked the terms of her inheritance. They’d found it rigidly structured so the heir couldn’t make changes.

      Money