The Police Doctor's Discovery. Laura Macdonald

stared at her again then, leaning forward, she picked up the bottle of wine and topped up both glasses. ‘So, have you seen him yet?’

      ‘Oh, yes.’ Rachel nodded. ‘A couple of times, actually.’

      ‘And...?’

      ‘And what?’ Rachel stared into her glass.

      ‘Well, how did you feel?’ Georgie demanded.

      ‘How do you think I felt?’

      ‘Don’t know really.’ Georgie shrugged. ‘I know you were besotted with the guy once but, let’s face it, Rach, that was a long time ago and, well...I guess everyone’s moved on a bit since then.’

      ‘Yes, I suppose.’ Rachel sighed and briefly closed her eyes.

      Georgie frowned. ‘Well, for a start, he’s married, isn’t he?’

      ‘Divorced.’ She opened her eyes again.

      ‘Oh, really? I didn’t know that. I guess I’m out of touch as well.’ Georgie paused, sipping her wine thoughtfully. Then, drawing up her legs and tucking them beneath her on the sofa, she said, ‘But you have Jeremy now.’

      ‘Do I?’ Rachel stared into her glass again.

      ‘Well, don’t you?’ Georgie demanded, when Rachel failed to add anything.

      ‘I don’t know really.’ She looked up at last and shrugged. ‘Jeremy and I have been going through a rough patch recently,’ she said. ‘We both agreed that this time apart might help us to sort ourselves out.’

      ‘Oh, Rachel, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.’ Georgie reached out and touched her arm, and to her dismay Rachel felt the tears prickle at the back of her eyes.

      ‘It wasn’t going anywhere, Georgie,’ she said after a moment. ‘Jeremy doesn’t want to settle down and have a family.’

      ‘And you do?’

      ‘Yes, I do. And I don’t want to leave it until it’s too late—I’ve seen too much of that in my surgery. Women of our age group who pour everything into their careers and put marriage and children on hold, then when finally they get around to it their bodies rebel and say no way.’

      ‘Maybe this will bring Jeremy to his senses,’ said Georgie.

      ‘Yes, maybe.’ Rachel shrugged again. ‘Trouble is, I’m not even sure about that any more. Jeremy, I mean...’

      They were silent for a while then Rachel looked up again. ‘How about you?’ she said.

      ‘How about me?’ Georgie wrinkled her nose.

      ‘Well, is there anyone in your life at the moment? Wasn’t it Scott someone?’

      ‘Scott was a ski instructor,’ Georgie replied, ‘and that was months ago. It’s Robbie now,’ she added with a wicked little grin.

      ‘Robbie?’

      ‘Yes, I met him in Peru and he’s gorgeous.’

      ‘You say that about them all.’ Rachel smiled weakly.

      ‘I know I do.’ Georgie sighed, growing serious again. ‘But maybe, just maybe, this will be the one...’

      They were silent again, each reflecting on their past and the men they had loved, then suddenly Rachel spoke again, changing the subject. ‘Did you say your father wasn’t too well?’

      ‘Yes.’ Georgie nodded. ‘I’m not sure what’s wrong—he went for some tests a couple of months ago and there didn’t seem to be anything too wrong then, but he really isn’t right now.’

      ‘He’s on Steve’s list, isn’t he?’ said Rachel.

      ‘Yes, he is.’

      ‘Would you like me to call round and see him?’

      ‘Oh, Rachel, yes. Yes, please, I was hoping you would say that.’ Georgie looked relieved. ‘It’s so hard to get him to go to the centre but if you were to just call in for a chat and a cup of tea I’m sure he would be delighted—he’s very fond of you.’

      ‘And I of him,’ Rachel smiled. ‘So that’s settled, then.’

      ‘If only everything were as simple.’ Georgie sighed. ‘Tell me, what are you going to do about Nick?’

      ‘What can I do?’ Rachel shrugged. ‘I’ve resigned myself that I’ll have to see him and work with him from time to time.’

      ‘What will you do if he wants to take it further?’

      ‘What do you mean, take it further?’ Rachel frowned.

      ‘Well, if he asks you out—for a drink or something, you know, for old times’ sake, that sort of thing.’

      ‘Actually,’ she said, ‘as it happens...’

      ‘You’re not going to tell me that’s already happened!’ Georgie sat up straight, clutching a cushion which she hugged against her body.

      ‘Yes.’ Rachel nodded, a little shamefaced.

      ‘Wow! Well, I must say, the pair of you didn’t waste any time getting it together again.’

      ‘It wasn’t like that!’ protested Rachel.

      ‘So what was it like?’ Georgie demanded. ‘Go on, tell me.’

      ‘I was called out to see a patient in police custody. Nick was in charge of the case...’

      ‘Was that the first time you’d seen him since you came back?’

      ‘No,’ Rachel explained, ‘I’d seen him earlier when I went to police headquarters to familiarise myself with the place.’

      ‘So it wasn’t as much of a shock as it might have been.’ Georgie paused and peered at Rachel. ‘But was it a shock that first time?’

      ‘Yes,’ Rachel admitted ruefully, ‘it was. A real shock. I had no idea he was back in Westhampstead.’

      ‘So, go on. What happened this next time?’ Georgie was agog now.

      ‘He asked me to go for a drink with him after I’d seen the patient—that’s all. We went to the Red Lion...and, well, we sort of caught up on what each of us has been doing for the last however many years it is since we last saw each other.’

      ‘You were mad about him, Rach,’

      ‘Yes,’ Rachel agreed, ‘I know I was.’

      ‘And he was about you as well...’

      ‘So much so that he married someone else,’ said Rachel bitterly.

      ‘Not immediately he didn’t,’ Georgie protested.

      ‘Maybe not.’ Rachel shrugged.

      ‘So what did happen between you?’ asked Georgie curiously. ‘What ended it? I never really knew. You just told me it was over and that you didn’t want to talk about it.’

      ‘He just stopped writing to me—that’s all.’

      ‘No explanation or anything?’

      ‘No, nothing.’

      ‘Didn’t you ask him why?’ asked Georgie almost in disbelief.

      ‘I was going to,’ she said, ‘and then I heard, well, I heard he was going out with someone else so in the end I didn’t do anything.’

      ‘This someone else, was it Marilyn Rooney—the one he married?’

      ‘I don’t know.’ Rachel shook her head. ‘I don’t think so...I’m not sure.’

      ‘How did you feel at the time?’

      ‘I was