A Doctor Worth Waiting For Read online

  TOP-NOTCH DOCS

  He’s not just the boss, he’s the best there is!

  These heroes aren’t just doctors, they’re lifesavers.

  These heroes aren’t just surgeons, they’re skilled masters. Their talent and reputation are admired by all.

  These heroes are devoted to their patients.

  They’ll hold the littlest babies in their arms, and melt the hearts of all who see.

  These heroes aren’t just medical professionals.

  They’re the men of your dreams.

  Dear Reader,

  From my first childhood visit I fell in love with Scotland and her people. The rural southwest is especially beautiful. I am also intrigued by the dynamics of small communities and the special people who provide dedicated health care in these areas, developing a broad interest in their patients and wider families. So I was determined to write three linked books within this setting.

  A Doctor Worth Waiting For tells the story of Dr. Conor Anderson, irreverent, caring and drop-dead gorgeous, and Dr. Kate Fisher, a woman guarding secrets and inner pain.

  Coming to work in sleepy Glentown-on-Firth, Kate had not counted on meeting someone like Conor. Can the breathtaking landscape, close-knit community and Conor’s care combine to help Kate face her past?

  Conor and Kate are very special to me, and I hope you will enjoy their book. Look out for mentions of Kyle Sinclair and Alexandra Patterson—I hope to tell their story very soon!

  Happy reading,

  Margaret McDonagh

  A Doctor Worth Waiting For

  Margaret McDonagh

  With thanks to Gwen Baxter, Michael Quigley, Lucy Hadley of the Forestry Commission, Scottish Ambulance Service and Galloway Mountain Rescue for generous research advice.

  And to Gill, Gwen, Wolfie, The Grumpies and my Guardian Angels, without whom I would cease to function.

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘HAVE you heard the news? Did Fred reach you?’

  ‘I have and he did.’ Dr Conor Anderson smiled at Aileen Nichol, their first-rate practice manager, whose question greeted him as he arrived at the surgery on Tuesday morning. ‘I was out hillwalking with Kyle Sinclair,’ he continued, referring to his best friend, a fellow GP who worked out of the Rigtownbrae practice some miles away. Arriving home late, he had found a message from his partner, Fred Murdoch. ‘I gather our new locum has arrived early.’

  Aileen nodded with customary vigour, her dark red curls bobbing. ‘Yesterday.’

  Kate Fisher had been recommended by Fred’s old friend, Professor James Fielding-Smythe, a renowned London-based surgeon. Rather than the traditional interview, her CV had been faxed through and Fred had spoken with her and James at length by telephone. There was no doubt Kate’s qualifications and references were impressive but Conor was intrigued by the gaps. He had not noticed them at first, they were well hidden—intentionally or not he had yet to discover—but there were unexplained breaks between recent employment dates. Why? And why did Kate, highly qualified and used to a busy London practice, want to locum in rural south-west Scotland? She would have her pick of jobs.

  Fred was anxious to give Kate a chance and, despite his reservations, Conor had backed his older partner’s judgement. The niggling feeling remained that Fred knew more than he’d let on, which increased Conor’s curiosity. But he trusted Fred. And Fred trusted James, whose endorsement of Kate was glowing. Why one of Europe’s top orthopaedic specialists should involve himself in the career moves of a young GP was another puzzle Conor had yet to solve.

  ‘What’s Kate like?’ he asked, propping his medical bag on top of the reception counter.

  ‘She’s a lovely lassie, but…’ The expression in Aileen’s grey eyes turned thoughtful as she paused and his attention sharpened. ‘I don’t know how to explain it, Conor. She’s guarded. I sensed…something.’ She shrugged and frowned at him. ‘Fred’s protective of her.’

  That had been his impression, too. Fred had been cagey on the phone, giving scant information about the new doctor. ‘Do you know why, Aileen?’

  ‘No. He took her to lunch before house calls. I introduced her to the others, then took her upstairs to the flat. Kate seemed nervous at the interest in her, uneasy answering questions about herself.’

  ‘It’s daunting meeting a group of strangers, especially a nosy lot like you!’ Conor teased, although Kate’s reaction was interesting.

  Aileen swatted his arm in affectionate reprimand. ‘Get away with you.’

  ‘Any reason why Kate arrived earlier than arranged?’

  ‘She knew her predecessor left last week and suspected we’d be pleased for her to start,’ the older woman explained.

  ‘That sounds reasonable. We can certainly use the help. Let’s hope she continues to be as conscientious.’

  ‘I can’t imagine Kate being unreliable,’ Aileen commented, setting out his tray of patient notes for morning surgery.

  Conor hoped not. Would the city girl find herself a fish out of water in sleepy but beautiful Glentown-on-Firth? The secrecy surrounding Kate, the gaps in her CV and Aileen’s impressions sparked his curiosity.

  ‘With Fred at the care trust meeting, we decided Kate should sit in on my consultations and house calls,’ he informed Aileen, picking up his medical bag and wedging the tray of notes under his arm.

  ‘I doubt you’ll find that a hardship.’ Aileen smiled, her eyes mischievous.

  ‘Yeah?’ Conor raised a speculative eyebrow. ‘If Kate’s as good a doctor as we’ve been led to believe, I’ll be happy. Will you let me know when she comes in, please?’

  ‘She’s here.’

  Aileen’s pronouncement had him turning back in surprise. ‘She is? Where?’

  ‘She’s waiting for you in the private sitting room. I thought it would be quieter for you to introduce yourselves there than in the bustle of the staffroom.’

  ‘Thanks, Aileen.’ Grateful for her thoughtfulness, his smile was warm. ‘I’ll go and collect her. Give us a few moments to get acquainted before sending anyone through.’

  ‘Of course. Buzz when you’re ready. I’ll update Jenny,’ she added, as the young receptionist arrived for work. As he went to move away, Aileen rested her hand on his arm. ‘Conor, be careful with Kate.’

  As he headed through the rambling old building to his consulting room, Aileen’s words preyed on his mind. What was it about Kate that inspired concern in people? The professor, Fred…now Aileen. Soon he could form his own opinion. A ripple of anticipation shivered down his spine, catching him unawares. Leaving his things in his room, he headed along the corridor, pausing at the staffroom to say good morning before continuing to the cosy sitting room they used for various situations from breaking bad news to distressed patients to providing a quiet space should a member of staff need privacy.

  He paused at the doorway, his appreciative gaze locked on the sole occupant of the room. The woman was stunning. He had been intrigued to meet Kate Fisher but had never imagined that his first sight of her would send his senses whirling and set his heart thudding. Tense, she stood by the window, her arms folded across her chest, even white teeth worrying the sensual curve of her lower lip. His breath caught. Glossy brown hair, the colour of polished walnut, fell to her shoulders in a satiny curtain. Her face was captivating, her smooth
complexion olive-toned, the bare minimum of make-up enhancing her natural beauty. She had perfect cheekbones, slightly slanting eyes, straight nose and that sensual, irresistible mouth with luscious, dusky-rose lips he found himself longing to taste.

  She looked younger than her thirty-two years. Above average height, she was dressed in a charcoal-grey trouser suit that hinted at the deliciously curvy figure beneath. Red-hot desire slammed inside him. He shook his head to clear the fog that hazed his brain, shocked by his instinctive response to this woman.

  Walking towards her, he saw a pallor underlying her skin, making him wonder if she had been ill, and then he met her gaze and all other thoughts faded. She had the saddest eyes he had ever seen. Dark brown, fringed with long lashes, they were soulful, full of hurt and loss. There was pain here, some terrible inner torment she was struggling to conceal or avoid, and in that moment he determined he was going to discover what was troubling her and do something about it. The urge to hold her, comfort her, protect her was as overwhelming as the fresh wave of desire that coursed through him, more intense than anything he had ever experienced.

  Kate stared in shock at the man who entered the room, taken aback by his striking good looks, the dark blond hair, short at the back and sides but thick and wayward on top, falling in unruly fashion across his forehead. In his mid-thirties, around six feet tall, his athletic frame was dressed in the kind of leg-hugging jeans that ought to be illegal and a long-sleeved white T-shirt that suggested at the leanly muscled definition of his chest, arms and shoulders. Smooth-shaven, his jaw was masculine without being heavy, his cheeks lean, his nose in perfect proportion to his other features, and his mouth, curved now in a small but sinful smile, was temptingly kissable. He was the most gorgeous, intensely sexy man she had ever seen. Startled, her gaze clashed with his, the warmth and obvious interest in his riveting green eyes enough to suck every scrap of air from her lungs.

  ‘Hello, Kate.’ The husky, gently accented voice was impossibly intimate, wrapping around her, ensnaring her. She battled the instinctive urge to back away as he breached the gap between them, his body close enough that she could scent his earthy male aroma. ‘I’m Conor Anderson.’

  ‘You are?’

  Unable to mask her surprise, cursing her inane reply, Kate could do nothing but stare, swallowing against the lump lodging in her throat as she assessed his casual clothes, his heart-stopping appeal. He didn’t look like any doctor she had ever seen. Oh, hell! Coming here was meant to be safe. But there was nothing safe about this man, or the way her blood was singing in her veins as an unwanted curl of desire knotted her insides. No! She didn’t want this. She had come here to sort out her professional life, not complicate things further. She didn’t need the warning bells clanging in her brain to know that Conor Anderson was someone to steer clear of. The comments of the staff the previous afternoon had alerted her…Conor was a womaniser and a serial heartbreaker.

  Conor has quite a reputation across the county.

  You won’t have worked with anyone like our Conor before!

  You’re going to love him, Kate. Everyone loves Conor.

  Especially the women!

  And he loves them—providing they don’t expect too much or try to hold him.

  The trail of disappointed women left in his wake will testify he’s a perpetual bachelor.

  It doesn’t stop them making a play for him, though. Men like Conor don’t come along very often. He’s enough to make many a woman think it worth the risk of breaking her heart.

  The laughing remarks flashed through her mind and she recalled the brief asides Fred Murdoch had made during their telephone conversations before she had accepted the locum position. Fred had joked about Conor not yet settling down and always finding himself the centre of attention. Female attention. She should have given more credence to her uneasiness at those words at the time but she had been too nervous about the job to pay proper attention to her early-warning system. Ignoring that flicker of unease had been a mistake. Now, as she assessed Conor, she was paying the price for her lapse. He looked more like someone from a bad girl’s erotic dream than a professional doctor, she decided with unease and disapproval. Focusing back on his face, she discovered him studying her, amusement shining in those green eyes.

  ‘Welcome to Glentown-on-Firth.’

  ‘Thank you.’

  He held out his hand but the last thing she wanted was to touch him, scared what might happen if she did. Had James Fielding-Smythe had done this on purpose? He had been evasive about Conor Anderson when persuading her to take this post, focusing on the older, unthreatening Fred Murdoch and sidestepping her queries about the younger partner. But the prof would know how this full-of-himself doctor with a womanising reputation would affect her and she had made another miscalculation by allowing James to distract her attention. Conor made her think of Darren, pain and humiliation. Things that were two years in the past, pushed to the back of her mind by the far worse events that had happened since then to challenge her. But she remembered. And it was not a place she planned to revisit, no matter how outwardly appealing the man and how strong the temptation.

  The unwanted frisson of awareness that rippled through her when she forced herself to complete the handshake, as politeness dictated, was worse than she’d anticipated. His fingers curled around hers, firm and warm, holding her longer than convention demanded, his touch sending a lightning bolt of sensation shooting up her arm and searing along her nerve endings with the force of a million watts. She knew Conor felt it too because his eyes darkened and his lips parted, mirroring her own involuntary response. Alarmed, she snatched her hand free, unable to meet that intense green gaze, stepping back, desperate to put space between them. But the distance did nothing to lessen his impact. She could feel his touch, scent his earthy fragrance, an inappropriate flare of arousal burning inside her. The knowledge that she would have to spend time with him while she learned her way around the area filled her with dismay. She needed to keep as far from him as possible. Conor Anderson was dangerous.

  ‘We’re pleased you chose to join us, Kate.’ The warm intimacy of his voice sent a fresh shiver down her spine. ‘What made you decide to come to Scotland?’

  ‘The job was highly recommended,’ she explained, tensing as she worried what other questions he might have.

  ‘Your qualifications are impressive—we’re lucky to have you.’

  She didn’t know about that. At the professor’s instigation, she had reworked her CV, hoping neither GP partner would notice that the information was not one hundred per cent comprehensive. She had tried to disguise any gaps but had deliberately omitted mention of her additional surgical skills and the advanced trauma life support course. Neither had she mentioned the work she had done this past year. The last thing she wanted was to explain where she had been and why she had given it up. It was in the past and she planned it would stay that way. There was no need for anyone to know. It had no bearing on the present—except in her own head, feeding her doubts and bringing her nightmares.

  ‘There won’t be much call for your expertise in tropical medicine here.’ Kate smothered a groan at Conor’s remark, realising she had concentrated on searching for surgical references and had forgotten to remove the tropical diseases and hygiene diploma. ‘An interesting line of study.’

  ‘The opportunity was there and it was another string to my bow.’

  Kate’s heart sank. Conor had obviously considered her CV with more care than Fred had. Hoping Conor would be satisfied, having no wish to impart further information, she flicked him a glance, her tension increasing as he watched her with silent interest.

  ‘I expect the situation in London is very different,’ he said after a long pause, his smile implying he knew there was more behind her answer but deciding, much to her relief, to let her off the hook. For now.

  ‘I’ve seen several malaria cases in practice there, plus a couple of more unusual diseases.’

  Leaning agains
t the sofa, Conor regarded her, his green eyes steady. ‘I know you talked with Fred yesterday and I believe he explained our routines and back-up staff. Aside from general surgeries and home visits, I’m responsible for the diabetic clinic and the diet and fitness group, while Fred holds the ante—and postnatal clinics. The mother and baby group is covered by us both. We share other things like the stopping-smoking, well-woman, male-health clinics and so on. And minor surgery.’ His gaze turned speculative. ‘I understand the latter doesn’t interest you.’

  ‘No.’ Kate fought the sickness in her stomach. The prof might think she was capable but she had lost her nerve for surgery. What scared her was whether she had lost her nerve to be any kind of doctor. ‘I don’t do surgery.’

  Her response had been stiff and she could feel Conor looking at her, knew he had questions. She held her breath, releasing it when he finally moved on. ‘We only handle minor procedures—Fred and I will cover those. Dorothy Scott, our nurse practitioner, deals with any small injuries, so you won’t be faced with anything but the odd bit of stitching in an emergency. Would that be all right?’

  ‘Yes, of course.’

  ‘Ease yourself in at your own pace, Kate, and always ask if there is anything you want to know.’ That unsettling gaze focused on her again. ‘We want your stay to be a happy one.’

  All she wanted was to keep her head down but she nodded all the same. ‘I understand there won’t be out-of-hours work?’

  ‘No.’ Conor shifted, folding his arms across his chest, a frown on his face. ‘We signed on for cover when the new system came in. Fred was finding the long hours increasingly tiring. I—Well, never mind. We rotate Saturday morning surgery between us, so you’ll only do one in three. Saturday is for emergency drop-ins, rather than appointments. You won’t be asked to work evenings or Sundays.’

  Not that she would mind. She preferred maintaining involvement with patients but the current working arrangements were widely adopted and she could understand an older man like Fred choosing to slow down. What had Conor been going to say about himself before he’d thought better of it? No doubt he valued the extra time to devote to his hectic social life.