His Very Special Bride
Joanna Neil






Im sorry, Ben said softly. This must be really upsetting for you.

For a moment or two Sarah gave in to the  wonderful feeling of comfort that his nearness  evoked. His head rested against hers, and she  absorbed the warmth that came from being  near him. His arms were strong and capable,  and she was sure that he meant what he said,  that he would lift any burden from her, given  the chance.


When Joanna Neil discovered Mills & Boon, her  life-long addiction to reading crystallised into an  exciting new career writing Medical Romance. Her  characters are probably the outcome of her varied  lifestyle, which includes working as a clerk, typist,  nurse and infant teacher. She enjoys dressmaking  and cooking at her Leicestershire home. Her family  includes a husband, son and daughter, an exuberant  yellow Labrador and two slightly crazed cockatiels.  She currently works with a team of tutors at her local  education centre, to provide creative writing workshops  for people interested in exploring their own writing  ambitions.

Recent titles by the same author:

PROPOSING TO THE CHILDRENS DOCTOR

A CONSULTANT BEYOND COMPARE

THE DOCTORS LONGED-FOR FAMILY

THE CONSULTANTS SURPRISE CHILD




HIS VERY  SPECIAL BRIDE


BY

JOANNA NEIL




www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)



HIS VERY  SPECIAL BRIDE


CHAPTER ONE

ARE you quite sure that you want to do this? Carol Farley  laid a hand lightly on Sarahs shoulder, her grey eyes  skimming her face with a hint of anxiety. I cant help  thinking that youre not ready to make it on your own in the  world just yet. You do know that were happy for you to stay  here with us for just as long as you want, dont you?

I know. Sarah managed a smile. You and Tom have both  been so good to me, and I want you to know that I appreciate  all that youve done, both for me and for Emily. Its just that  if I dont step out now and try to manage on my own, I dont  think Ill ever pluck up the courage to do it. I feel that I have  to get back to a normal kind of lifewhatever that might be.

But it hasnt been all that long since you came out of  hospitaljust a matter of a few monthsand Im sure you  need more time to adjust. Carol frowned. You suffered a  nasty head injury, and even now there are things that you  struggle with. How are you going to cope, especially with a  small child in tow?

Its been six months at leastand its high time that I  started to manage things for myself. Somehow, Ill find a  way. Sarah pulled in a deep, steadying breath and glanced across the sunlit kitchen to where Emily was playing with a  dolls house in a far corner of the dining area. She was nearly  three years old, and was just beginning to break out of the  subdued state she had been in not too long ago. I have to.

The little girl was chattering softly to a small, golden- haired doll that she was walking in and out of the rooms of  the house. We have to cook dinner, she said in a piping  voice. Put the saucepan on the cooker. Then she looked up  at Sarah and added with a chuckle, Mummy, lookDollys  holding the saucepan.

So she is. Sarah smiled, her gaze remaining on her  daughter as Emily turned back to her game.

She was a pretty girl, with silky blonde hair that curled  softly into the nape of her neck and fell in wispy tendrils  around her temples.

Unconsciously, Sarah pushed back a lock of her own honey  blonde hair that had fallen across her cheek, tucking the spiralling  strand behind her ear.

At the hospital they had told her that Emily was her child,  and certainly she loved her dearly, the bond between them  growing stronger day by day. It was just that nothing in her  life made sense to her any more, and she felt as though she  was trapped in a place where all was chaos and confusion.

Her hair had grown to shoulder length since that fateful day  when she had been injured, and it seemed strange to her that  she had such a wild mass of unruly curls. But, then, every  feature seemed strange to her in the mirror.

Do you mind watching Emily for me while I go and look  over the cottage? Sarah said now, turning to look at the  woman who had been her mainstay over these last few  months. I could take her with me, if you like.

No, you dont want to be doing that. The older womans  response was firm. Youll want to check things out without  any distractions. Of course shell be all right with me. Carol  gave a faint smile, her motherly features creasing lightly, but  there was a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. Shes still my  foster-child, after all.

Perhaps there was a hint of anguish in the words, or  maybe it was resignation that Sarah heard. Whatever it was,  it caused her to glance afresh at the older woman, a troubled  look in her eyes.

Are you afraid that youll lose her? I know how much  youve come to love Emily. Her voice softened, and she  reached out a hand to touch Carols arm. It suddenly seemed  important to do what she could to reassure this woman who  had become her friend over the last few months. I will take  good care of her, you know, and, whatever happens about the  cottage, we wont be going far away. Ill bring her back to see  you, and youll always be welcome to come and visit.

Carol slipped her arms around her and gave her a hug.  Yes, I know you will, and Im glad of that. Take no notice  of me. Youve been like a daughter to me, and I worry too  much, I know I do. I just wish that you had been able to  recover your memory, or at least some portion of it, before  now. That would have made me feel more certain that you  were ready to take on this move.

Ill be fine, Sarah murmured. She straightened, preparing  herself. Physically, at least, theres nothing wrong with  me, and this is something that I need to do, for myself and  Emily. She fingered the key in her pocket. I have the key  from the estate agent, so Ill head over to the house right away  and see if it has everything that I need. Dont worry about me. Its just that I have to do this for myselfa first stab at independence,  if you like.

Carol nodded. I can see that youve made up your mind,  and I wont stand in your way. I just hope that youll  remember that were always here for you.

I will. Sarah smiled and then went over to the little girl,  crouching down beside her and saying lightly, I have to go  out for a little while, Emily, but Auntie Carol will look after  you. Will you be a good girl for her while Im gone?

Course I will. Emily gave her a bright smile, her blue  eyes reflecting the colour of Sarahs gentle gaze.

Love you, Sarah said, giving the child a kiss, and then she  stood up and turned away, going in search of her bag.

The drive to the cottage didnt take long, but as the countryside  swept by, Sarah had time to reflect on how easily the  skill of driving had come back to her, as though it was second  nature to her. The local authority had made special provision  for her to take her test under the name that she was now  using, and once she had passed she had been able to pick up  this little runabout for next to nothing. It had been one more  step on the way to getting her life back.

The hamlet where she had been living these last few months  nestled in a green valley, set between the rolling hills that  formed the southern tip of the Pennine range. All around there  was lush vegetation, heather-clad moorland and trees whose  branches swayed in the gentle summer breeze. Here and there  she caught a glimpse of a river in the distance, the sunlight  glinting on the surface of the water so that it looked like a ribbon  of silver winding its way through the verdant meadowland.

After a while, Sarah turned the car off the country road into  a narrow lane that led towards two isolated properties. Approaching the small cottage, she drew the car to a halt on the  gravelled forecourt and gazed around her. This had to be the  right place. There was a wall plaque that read BRIDGE END  COTTAGE.

She slid out of the car and went to take a closer look.  Everywhere was silent, deserted looking, and there were no  other cars to be seen. Perhaps whoever lived in the neighbouring  house was out at work.

She let her glance trail over the adjacent property. It was  a grand affair, well kept and truly impressive, with a steeply  sloping roof and dormer windows and an attractive single- storey extension to the main building. She gave a faint sigh.  Unfortunately, that wasnt the house she was here to look at.

She turned her attention back to Bridge End Cottage and  frowned. There was a general air of neglect around the stone- built house, and the shrubs that scrambled against the front  wall were overgrown and unkempt. It wasnt at all what she  had expected to see after the brief, enthusiastic summary the  estate agent had given her.

Youre really fortunate, he had said. The cottage has  only just come into our hands, and we havent put the details  out on the market yet. Youll be the first to view it, and Im  sure it will suit your needs down to the ground. The rents not  too high, its compact, with a garage on the side, and theres  a mature garden at the back.

Sarah wasnt sure what the rest of the house would reveal,  but she could see right away that the garage roof was in need  of repair. Some of the tiles were missing, and it looked as  though there was a tear in the roofing felt. As to the main  building, it was clear that the window-frames hadnt seen a  lick of paint in a long, long time.

She steeled herself to go and take a look at the rest of the  property. It was small wonder that the rent was so low, but  could she afford to be picky? Did she really have much choice  about what she could take on when her budget was limited,  to say the least?

She walked over to the porch and tried her key in the lock,  but when she attempted to turn it, nothing happened. It  wouldnt budge. Frustrated, she took it out and examined to  see if it was damaged in some way. It wasnt, as far as she  could tell, so she tried again.

Still nothing. She ground her teeth in silent frustration. Had  the agent given her the wrong key? He had been pushed for  time, and certainly he had appeared to be distracted by other  customers walking into the office, all of which had left her  with this dilemma. The last thing she wanted was to have to  go all the way into town to pick up another one.

Maybe she could take a look around the back of the house  and peer in through the windows? At least that would give her  some idea of what the place had to offer.

She pushed open the wooden side gate, wincing as it  creaked on its hinges in protest, and went through to the  garden at the back of the house. Her eyes widened as she  looked around. The estate agents jargon had termed it mature,  but that had been an understatement. This was a jungle, an  overgrowth of rampant shrubs and tangled trees. It had obviously  been a long while since any work had been done in this  garden.

Turning her attention towards the house, Sarah tried the  back door and found that it was locked. Then, as she stood  considering her options, her gaze brightened a fraction. There  was a window open on the ground floor, and that brought all kinds of possibilities to mind. She was slender enough to  wriggle her way through it if she could climb up on something  and reach up as far as the sill. After all, it wouldnt be  breaking and entering, would it, or even trespass, as she had  permission to be here and view the property?

The thought was no sooner in her mind than she was acting  on it. An overturned metal bucket made a handy step, and in  the blink of an eye she had clambered up and was aiming to  slide through the narrow window space. The pocket of her  denim jeans snagged on the latch that jutted from the sill, and  she halted for a moment or two, trying to free herself.

The bucket fell with a clatter, but she ignored the commotion  and after a moment she continued to squirm through the  gap. The window opened into a kitchen, and the sink unit was  handily placed for her to ease herself into the room.

Success was just a breath away. One more thrust of her hips  and she would be in.

Can I help you in any way? The firm male voice cut into  the silence like the smooth crack of a whip, and Sarah froze.

Where had he come from? Whoever he was, he didnt  sound as though he was at all ready to lend a helping hand.  Just the opposite, in fact.

UhI dont think so, she murmured, stuck in the incongruous  position of being caught half in and half out of the  window, with her back to the intruder.

Really? Only you seem to be having some difficulty  getting into the property. It occurs to me that the reason for  that could be that you arent following the normal procedure.  Most people would prefer to make use of the door.

Yes. Thats very true. She started to twist around, easing  herself into a sitting position. I wonder what on earth could have made me think that going through the window would be  easier? Cautiously, she let her fingers lightly rest on the  window-frame so that she could keep her balance.

Her sarcasm was clearly lost on him, because he answered  smoothly, Those were my thoughts exactly. I have to say it  occurred to me that theres the advantage of not being seen  from the front of the house. He paused. Of course, thats  assuming you dont kick buckets over and make your whereabouts  known.

Her gaze flicked downwards in the direction of the voice,  and she found herself looking at a pair of long legs encased  in olive-green chinos. Letting her glance sweep upwards, she  saw that her interrogator was flat stomached, and that his  chest, covered by an expensively tasteful linen shirt, broadened  out to complement a pair of wide, capable-looking  shoulders. His body was fit, honed to lean perfection, and  even before her eyes had reached his face and meshed with  his dark, piercing gaze, the breath had snagged in her throat.

Good looking was not an apt description. She swallowed  hard. He was awesome, and well worth a second glance, if  only she hadnt been diverted by the way he was standing  there, calmly assessing her, his grey eyes glimmering with a  brooding expression that she found hard to fathom.

She managed to find her voice once more. Breathing  evenly to keep her composure, she said, Actually, you dont  need to concern yourself about me being here. I know it must  look odd, but there is a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Im glad to hear it, he said. Perhaps youd care to enlighten  me?

Yes, of course. She frowned. Surely he wasnt the owner  of the property, who had come back to take a last look around? No one with his muscular build and general look of vitality  would have left the place to fall into ruin, would they? She  said carefully, I have the wrong key. I mean, I thought I had  the right key, but somethings wrong with it.

Hmm. I can see how that would be a problem. His gaze  narrowed on her, and she had the strong impression that he  believed she was making it up as she went along. Perhaps  you should let me help you down from there and we might  be able to find a way to sort this out.

Sarah gave him a direct look. Is that possible? Do you  have a key?

His mouth made a wry slant. Youre not one to give up,  are you? First things firstlets start with me helping you  down from there, shall we?

She frowned, torn between ignoring him and gaining entry  in her own way, and on the other hand acquiescing to his  request. But since this man obviously didnt intend going  anywhere until she complied, she really didnt have any  choice but to follow his bidding. If she went on with her  attempt to gain access to the house, it was more than likely  that he would simply call the police, even though anyone  could see that she wasnt a burglar, couldnt they?

I think I can manage by myself, thanks all the same. The  bucket had long since rolled away and that would make her  descent a trifle more precarious, but she wasnt going to let  that hamper her. She began to ease herself down from the  window-sill and prepared to jump the last bit of the way.

He forestalled her, though, before her feet had even left the  bulwark of the wall, reaching out to her and splaying his  hands around her waist, so that she felt herself being lifted  from her vantage point. Holding her close by using his long body as support, he allowed her to slide gently down the last  couple of feet to the ground, leaving her humiliatingly aware  of the taut proximity of his muscled length as her feminine  curves were softly held against him.

Steadying her as her feet finally touched the ground, he  waited for what seemed like endless moments before he  gently released her. Sarah didnt know where to look. She was  having strange difficulty with her breathing, and her face  must surely be flushed from that close encounter. She wasnt  at all confident that she wanted to look him in the eye just  then.

Are you OK? His voice drifted over her, a deep rumbling  sound that had her skin tingling in response. He was altogether  too male, and far too close for comfort for her peace  of mind.

Im fine, she murmured, trying to shake off the sensation  of heat that his touch had evoked in her, and which even now  was racing out of control through her bloodstream. It was a  distraction that she could do without, but one that nevertheless  persisted in clouding her mind.

If youre sure about that, he said, perhaps you could tell  me what youre doing here?

She looked up at him then, a hint of annoyance flashing in  her blue eyes. I would have thought that was fairly obvious,  she retorted. I want to look around the house. What did you  think I had in mindan attempt to make off with the  antiques?

He inclined his head a fraction. I have to admit that  thought had crossed my mind. Alfred left some valuable bits  and pieces in the house when he went into hospital, and I  promised him that I would pack them up and send them on to his family. Ive been too busy of late to finish the job, but  I planned on crating up the last few items today.

Sarahs jaw dropped. I didnt realise I meanI had no  idea that there were any such things in the house. She pressed  her lips together momentarily and then added in a husky tone,  Look, do you think we could start again? This is not at all  what it must appear. I really do have a key that the estate agent  gave me, but I think he must have mixed it up with one for  another property. Perhaps the numbers are the same, or maybe  theres a Bridge End Road somewhere.

He studied her thoughtfully for a second or two, his grey  gaze flicking over her, and she looked away, feeling awkward.  Then pride came to her rescue and she braced herself to deal  with the situation. Why should she feel guilty for simply  trying to counter the estate agents mistake?

Dragging her eyes back to his tall frame a moment later,  she forced herself to meet his gaze.

To her surprise, he nodded. Youre probably right.

Sarah gave a soft sigh of relief. Was he finally accepting  that she wasnt an intruder? His expression was noncommittal,  though, and she studied him closely, trying to work out  what might be going on in his mind. It was a doomed effort,  and after a moment her thoughts wandered idly. She couldnt  help but notice how well the short-cropped cut of his  midnight-black hair suited him. It seemed somehow at one  with his strongly defined features, the angular jaw and the  straight line of his brows.

He said crisply, I dare say there must have been a mistake  somewhere along the wayonly the property wasnt  supposed to be going on the market for another couple of  days. By then I would have finished with the clearing up.

Sarahs attention came back with a jerk. Yes, the agent did  tell me that they werent quite readybut he didnt seem to  be at all concerned about me coming to look the place over.

That doesnt surprise me at all. His mouth made a  crooked shape. The cottage is in such bad condition that  theyll probably struggle to find a tenant. I wouldnt have  thought many people would want to take it on, and Alfreds  family havent yet managed to find a buyer.

A small line indented her brow. Has something happened  to Alfred? You said that he went into hospital. All at once Sarah  found herself concerned with the fate of the poor man who had  been too ill to maintain his property and whod had to abandon  all his worldly goods to anothers care. Youre a friend of his?

Neighbour. I live next door. I used to call round to make  sure that he was all right. Then, one day, I found him in a state  of collapse after hed had a fall. It turned out that his heart  had gone into an abnormal rhythm, causing him to black out  for a short time. He cracked a rib as he fell against the sideboard  and he wasnt able to get up again.

Sarah sucked in a quick breath. Had he been lying there  for a long while?

He shook his head. A matter of minutes, I believe. I think  he was just about to prepare for bed when he became ill.  Luckily, I was on a late shift that day, and when I came home  happened to check on him.

So you called for an ambulance and waited with him?

He nodded. I did. It wasnt too long before the paramedics  arrived.

She tried to imagine how she would have coped under  those circumstances. Even so, that must have been nerve- racking wait.

From the point of view of a friend wanting to lend a  helping hand, yes, it was, but Im a doctor, so at least I knew  what to do to stabilise his condition. I had my medical bag to  hand, fortunately.

A doctor Sarah studied him all over again. Perhaps  that accounted for his calm, confident manner, both in his  handling of Alfreds crisis and in his way of dealing with  finding a potential trespasser on the premises. It was beginning  to look as though this man was a force to be  reckoned with.

And how is he now? Did he pull through? It hadnt been  all that long ago since Sarah herself had been in a desperate,  helpless situation, and she could readily identify with the  injured man. She had no idea who it was who had attacked  her and left her fighting for her life, but someone had come  along and rescued her, just as this man had done for Alfred.

He did. He made a brief smile. Hes OK, but hes not  well enough to live on his own any longer. His family live  some distance away, down in Somerset, and I dont think  they realised how frail he was until I called them.

So, are they taking care of him now?

Yes, they are. He glanced around. As to the cottage,  Alfred has a sentimental attachment to the place, but hes  leaving it up to his family to sort things out. I believe they  would like to sell, but they decided to put it up for rent while  they make up their minds. Not that anyone is likely to take it  on, given the state its in.

Well, you never know, do you? Perhaps I could take a  look around? Sarah ventured. I really need to find somewhere  to live.

He frowned. I doubt very much that this will be what you want, but certainly I can let you into the house. Im Ben, by  the way. Ben Brinkley.

SarahHall. She hesitated over the words that still  seemed strange to her. She had no idea who she really was,  but the name Sarah had been on the tip of her tongue when  theyd asked her at the hospital, and from the outset, as young  as she was, Emily had called herself Emily Hall. So that was  the name that had stuck. Despite all the attempts that had been  made to track Sarahs origins, though, none had revealed  anything of who she was and where she had come from.

He reached into his pocket and took out a key, inserting it  into the lock of the back door. If you take my advice, youll  look elsewhere. Ive been opening the windows to air the  place, but I suspect theres a problem with damp, and I dont  think anyones going to be dealing with it any time soon. I  arranged for someone to come and put in a new fire for Alfred  in the living room, so that he could be warm at least, and Ive  decorated the main bedroom and replaced the rotting  window-frame in there, but theres a limit to how much Ive  been able to do, given the hours I work. He pushed open the  door to the kitchen and waved a hand for her to go inside.

Sarah walked into the room, and her spirits sank as soon  as she looked around. It seemed as though the kitchen hadnt  been touched since the turn of the previous century, with  battered stand-alone cupboards lining the walls and a plain,  rectangular wooden table in the middle of the room. The  north-facing wall showed patches of damp, extending along  its length. As for any means of cooking, there was a rusty old  range up against one wall. She frowned. I wonder how Alfred  managed to cook his meals.

I think he mostly relied on the microwave to heat things up, Ben said, or he would come round to my place to share  a meal with me.

Sarah smiled. It sounds as though you were a good neighbour  to him.

Ben gave a negligent shrug. I did what I could. He  glanced around. Let me show you the rest of the place. It  wont take long, because theres only the kitchen and living  room downstairs, and just the two dormer bedrooms and a  small bathroom upstairs. Its all very much on a par with  what you see down here.

He sounded as though he thought the tour was a waste of  time, and Sarah gave him a quick sidelong look. Why was he  so sure that she wouldnt want to live here?

Are you hoping to put me off? she queried lightly.

He pushed open the door to the living room. I think the  house will do that all by itself, he said. His glance skimmed  over her. Besides, youre as slender as a string bean and you  dont look as though you have the wherewithal to tackle the  work that would be needed to put things right.

Sarah made a face at that. His comment about her slender  shape had struck home. People had remarked on how slim she  was. Perhaps it had been the time she had spent in hospital  and the confusion as to who she was and what had happened  to her that had made her lose weight. The clothes she had been  wearing when she had been found no longer fitted her, but  hung on her slender frame.

She stiffened her shoulders. All that was going to change.  She was determined to make a new start, if only for Emilys  sake.

Isnt that the landlords responsibility?

Maybe, but its unlikely that Alfreds family will be doing any renovations in the short term. Their responsibilities end  with matters of health and safetythings like making sure  that the appliances are in sound condition.

So any changes to make the place comfortable would be  left to the tenant, assuming that permission was given. Sarah  pressed her lips together, absorbing that fact before she started  to look around.

The living room was drab, in need of decorating, and the  heavy curtains tended to block out the light, lending a sombre  air to the place. On the plus side, there were one or two small  pieces of furniture that pointed to someone with a collectors  eye, and she noted a cabinet housing several antiques that  wouldnt have been out of place in a fine country mansion.

Upstairs, the main bedroom was clean and comfortable,  with softly patterned walls and freshly painted woodwork,  though the second bedroom was in a sorry state. The floor  covering was brittle and cracked, and the paper on the walls  was yellowed with age. Poor Alfred must have been in desperate  need of help until Ben had come along.

The bathroom isnt too bad. Its a bit cramped, but at least  the plumbing is in order. Ben showed her into the room and  then waited outside on the landing while she took a look around.

The bath was Victorian in style, with clawed feet and  chipped enamel, and, as he had said, there was very little room  to spare. Sarah suspected that what had once been a large  bathroom had been divided to allow for a second bedroom.

Thank you for showing me around, she said, as they  started down the narrow stairs. I do appreciate you taking the  time. Ill have to call in on the estate agent tomorrow and tell  him about the mix-up.

I expect he already knows. Like you said, someone looking at a Bridge End Road property is probably wondering  right now why his key isnt working.

Back in the kitchen, Sarah took a last look around. None  of what she had seen filled her with enthusiasm, and perhaps  that showed in her expression because Ben said, Dont think  of it as a waste of time, but more as a guide to comparing  properties in the future. Youve gained an idea of what there  is at the bottom of the heap.

He walked with her out into the garden and turned to lock  the door. Better luck next time.

She sent him an oblique glance. Youre very sure that I  wont be coming back, arent you? Are you going to be this  way with all your potential neighbours, or are you hoping that  the place will stay empty?

Now, theres an appealing thought, he said in a musing  tone. I could enjoy the tranquillity of a country retreat, with  nothing to disturb me except for the birdsong every morning.  I think I might work on that some more, and maybe Ill be  able to come up with a plan of action.

Sarah might have believed that he was joking if it hadnt  been for the pensive flicker that stirred in the depths of his  grey eyes. Maybe he was something of a loner, content to  spend his leisure time in solitary comfort.

Either way, he was already walking her back to her car,  and she guessed that for him the incident was over and done  with. He would see her on her way, and then retreat to his  peaceful hideaway.

As for Sarah, she had a decision to make. Would the  cottage make a suitable home for Emily? And how would the  doctor take to having a lively child around the place? Not too  well, she would imagine, if he really valued a quiet life.


CHAPTER TWO

A GENTLE smile touched Sarahs lips as she gazed down at the  sleeping child. Emilys honey-coloured curls were splayed out  over the pillow, her golden lashes brushing the softness of her  cheeks. Her tiny hands held the bedspread lightly as she began  to stir.

Emily, sunbeam, its time to wake up. Sarah stroked her  daughters silky hair and Emilys eyelids fluttered open.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her fists and then  lifted her arms up to Sarah, winding them around her neck.  Am I going to nursery today?

Yes. Sarah gave her a kiss and a hug. Im going to take  you there as soon as weve had breakfast. That will be good,  wont it? Youll be able to play with the other children.

Emily scrunched up her nose. I want to go in the little cars.  Joseph pusheded me out the way last time and the teacher  telled him off. She frowned. Will we be able to go outside?

Sarah smiled. I expect so. Its a beautiful day today, so  youll probably be playing outside for quite a lot of the time.  And Im sure the teacher will be looking out for Joseph, to  make sure that he takes his turn along with everyone else.

Emily smiled contentedly. Dont want that T-shirt, she said, pointing to the pile of clothes that Sarah had laid out  ready. I want the pink one with the shiny writing.

Oh, you do, do you, madam? Sarah put her head on one  side, looking on with amusement as the little girl scrambled  out of bed. And I suppose you want the pink hair slides as  well, do you?

The child nodded and scampered into the bathroom,  leaving Sarah to follow. Well, I dare say we can do that,  Sarah murmured. Lets see how we get on with you washing  and dressing yourself, shall we? Perhaps you can manage to  pull your top on all by yourself today.

I can. Emilys voice rose with astonishment. I can do it.  Mummy forgetted.

Sarah laughed. Perhaps I did. Youll have to show me all  over again. She knew very well that Emily was beginning to  manage her clothes for herself, but even so she had to acknowledge  that it wasnt unusual for her to have trouble recalling  the small everyday things that cropped up. There were  still times when she felt confused, as though her mind was  playing tricks on her.

She was getting better every day, though, and yesterdays  visit to the cottage had been something of a landmark achievement,  albeit that it had been marred by her unexpected  meeting with the good-looking doctor.

What must he have made of her? He probably thought that  she was a strange young woman with a decidedly nonconformist  manner. Then again, she had at least managed to  recover her composure, and she had been able to talk to him  as though her actions were perfectly normal.

Even Carol had to admit that she was stronger in all  ways Sarah frowned. All but the one that really counted.

It was a fact that she still didnt know who she was, and  her past remained a mystery to her. Much as she loved her  daughter, it still seemed alien to her to have discovered that  she was the mother of this beautiful child. These last few  months had been like a rebirth, in every sense, and each day  that passed brought with it new challenges.

See, Mummy? I done it myself. Emily shrugged into her  T-shirt and beamed at Sarah, bringing her out of her reverie.

So you have. Clever girl.

After breakfast, Sarah gathered up her bag in readiness for  the day ahead, and then started to look around for her  notebook. Her brow furrowed. She was sure that she had put  it somewhere safe, in a place where she would easily find it.

Have you lost something? Carol asked. Emilys foster- mother was stacking crockery in the dishwasher, but now she  stopped what she was doing in order to glance quizzically  across the kitchen in Sarahs direction.

My notepad, Sarah murmured. I thought I had left it on  the top of the sideboard, but it isnt there.

I saw you sliding it into your document wallet last night,  Carol said. You said that you had finished writing your pieces  for the local newspaper and you would drop them in to the  office today when you went into town to see the estate agent.

Of course I did. Sarah slapped a hand to her forehead. I  thought it would be easier if I kept everything together. She  sighed. I should have written myself a memo and stuck it on  the fridge.

Carol smiled. Not to worry. Youre getting there, little  by little.

Sarahs mouth made a crooked slant. At least its not just me  having problems if the mishap over the key is anything to go by.

Thats true. The estate agent must have had a momentary  lapse. Carol hesitated, sending her a thoughtful glance. So,  are you still set on taking on the cottage?

Sarah nodded. It isnt in the best of shape, but I dont see  that I have any choice. Its about all that I can afford until my  job prospects improvemy freelance writing is beginning to  bring in a modest income, but it isnt enough to provide a  terrific standard of living. At least the effort Ill have to put  in to make the cottage into a home will be good therapy for  me. She frowned. I just hope that Social Services wont  decide that its not a fit place for Emily.

I doubt theyll object. After all, from the sound of it, there  isnt anything too untoward about the property, apart from  some damp in the kitchen. Besides, having a doctor living  next door might turn out to be an advantage.

Sarah made a face. I dont think hell see it quite that way.  The impression I had was that he would much prefer to be  left to himself and, to be honest, that actually suits me right  down to the ground. I need some space so that I can clear my  head.

Not too much space, I hope? Carol was frowning. I  know you want to take on more work, and that youre determined  to go it alone, but you have to think of Emily in all this.  Shes been through a lot, with you being away in hospital for  a time, and the last thing she needs is for you to suffer a  relapse. Thats why you have to remember that Im here for  you, for both of you.

Sarah clasped her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I will.  Like I said, Im not going to be far away, and well be back  to pester you on a regular basis.

That will be fine by me. Carols face creased into a smile. Did the neighbour say where it was that he worked? Perhaps  hes a GP, with a practice nearby. That would be handy for  you and Emily, wouldnt it?

Sarah felt a rush of heat ripple through her at the mere  thought. Ben Brinkley as her GP? Heaven forbid. Even now  she could remember with startling clarity the feel of his long  body brushing against hers as he had helped her. Her whole  system had gone into overdrive.

I dont think I would be in any hurry to sign up on his list,  she said on a husky note. She could well imagine that her  blood pressure would soar sky high just as soon as she stepped  into any surgery run by him. Id much rather settle for a more  genial, fatherly type. She frowned. Anyway, he was at home  in the middle of a weekday afternoon, so I doubt hes in  general practice. Maybe he works shifts at the local hospital.

That would make living near to him easier to handle, from  her point of view. After all, it meant that he would probably  be working some weekends, and that would narrow down the  risk of her running into him, wouldnt it?

A short time later, after she had dropped Emily off at  nursery school, Sarah drove into the local town. Parking her  car, she walked across the cobbled square, and headed for the  estate agents office.

Im so sorry about the trouble you had, the young man  said, getting up from behind his desk and coming towards her.  I must have put the wrong label on the key. It was lucky for  you that the neighbour happened to be around yesterday when  you visited the property.

Sarah stared at him. I remember ringing you to tell you  about the mix-up, she said, but how did you know about the  neighbour? I dont recall telling you about him.

Nono, he rang me. His expression was something  between apologetic and awkward. I think he wanted to check  that you were who you said you were. The property wasnt  meant to have been put on the market for another day or so  and he wasnt expecting anybody to be viewing it.

Sarah winced. Dr Brinkley was certainly thorough in his way  of getting to the bottom of things. Hed obviously had doubts  about her version of events and somehow that didnt seem to  bode well for their forthcoming relationship as neighbours.

But the cottage is still up for rent, isnt it?

Oh, yes, it is. His face brightened. Are you interested in  taking up the tenancy, then?

I am. Do you have some papers for me to sign?

He nodded. Yes, yesIll sort them out right away.  Clearly, he was eager to finalise things before she had the opportunity  to change her mind, and just a few minutes later  Sarah left the office. In her bag, she had the correct set of keys,  and all the necessary documentation for her new tenancy.

Was this the beginning of a new life? The thought was a  little daunting, but at least she had made a start. Straightening  her shoulders, she began to walk along the street, heading in  the direction of the offices of the local newspaper.

Oh, no Stopstop Slow down A womans voice  rang out, shrill with desperation, and she put up a hand as  though to indicate that someone should stop. The woman  was walking towards her, looking beyond Sarah to a point  behind her. Sarahs purposeful stride slowed to a halt and she  glanced behind her to see what was happening.

A motorcyclist was slowing down, indicating that he  wanted to turn right at a junction, and he had positioned  himself in the centre of the road. All appeared to be well, except that in the background there was the aggressive,  speeding drone of an oncoming car.

Sarah turned round fully to take a better look. On the brow  of the hill, she saw that a driver of a black saloon was overtaking  on a bend in the road, and he was heading straight for  the motorcyclist. The woman who had been shouting was gesticulating  now, miming a frantic warning, but Sarah was very  much afraid that it had come too late.

At the last moment the man behind the wheel of the car  seemed to realise what was about to happen. He wrenched the  steering-wheel, swerving to the left as he tried to avoid the  motorbike, but he was going too fast and it was clear to Sarah  that his actions were too late.

She watched in horror as he hit the bike with the front wing  of his car and then smashed into another driver who was innocently  heading straight on in the left-hand lane of the road.  The front of the black saloon crumpled like a concertina and  the car that had been hit swung round violently.

Sarah ran towards the mangled cars and the bike, anxious  to do what she could to help.

To her dismay, she saw that the motorcyclist was lying on  his side, his leg trapped beneath the bulk of his motorcycle.  He appeared to be unconscious, but after a swift check she  discovered that his airway was clear and he was still breathing,  albeit faintly.

Instinctively, she reached for her phone. Emergency  servicesI need an ambulance, she said, her breath coming  in short gasps as she realised the enormity of the situation.

Will you help me to lift the bike off him? Sarah flung the  question at a man who had come to stare at the devastation  all around.

Of course. Together they freed the young man from the  weight of the vehicle that was trapping him, and Sarah knelt  down to check him over more thoroughly.

The woman who had been shouting earlier appeared to be  in a panic, flapping her arms wildly and running about as  though she was unsure what to do next.

Do you think you could try to stop the oncoming traffic?  Sarah suggested briefly. She could see that the biker had a  thigh wound, with blood seeping through his jeans, and now  she laid the heel of her hand on to his thigh and applied  pressure. Perhaps you could position yourself over the brow  of the hill to stop anyone from coming any closer, she told  the woman, but make sure that you stay on the pavement.

The woman nodded, and Sarah guessed she was glad to be  able to do something useful. The man who had assisted her  must have decided that was the best option, too, because he  went with the woman, saying, You take the near side to the  brow of the hill, and Ill go further along, to slow them down.

Another man was already heading across the far side of the  road to halt the traffic there.

Sarah took off her light cotton jacket and folded it up,  making it into a tight wad. Then she whipped the leather belt  from the waistband of her jeans and used it to strap the wad  in place over the mans thigh, close to the source of bleeding.

After that, she hurried over to the other two vehicles and  she quickly checked the condition of the drivers. The man  who had caused the accident was still sitting upright in the  drivers seat, looking dazed, and when she spoke to him he  said in a thready voice, What have I done? I didnt realise

Dont worry about that for the moment, Sarah said. It  seemed that his air bag had failed to deploy fully, and his leg was trapped by crumpled metal. Are you hurt? Ive called for  an ambulance. Is there anywhere in particular thats causing you  pain?

My leg, he said, and then added in a shaky tone, Ill be  all right. Will you go and see to the others?

Sarah nodded. Ill be back in a minute. Dont try to move.

The driver of the other car was clutching his chest and his  breathing was rapid and gasping. He was complaining of  back pain, but his whole body was trembling, and Sarah  guessed that he had gone into a state of shock. She stayed with  him for a moment or two, trying to calm him and reassure him  that he would receive medical attention soon.

It worried her that she had to leave the drivers, but her main  concern had to be the young man who was lying in the road.  He had been bleeding profusely from his leg wound, and she  didnt know whether her attempt to stem the flow would be  sufficient. She went back to him and saw that the pressure pad  she had put in place was soaked with blood. The only comfort  she could take was that at least he was still breathing.

It was a relief, some time later, to hear the sound of the ambulance  siren in the distance, and to know that help was on  its way at last. She felt out of her depth, but she knew that  these people needed to be taken to hospital at the earliest opportunity.  She got to her feet.

The woman who had been stopping the traffic came to  stand beside her. The police have arrived, she said. Theyre  setting up cones to keep the area clear.

Thats good. The woman was much calmer now, and  Sarah guessed that she would be able to give a good account  to the police of what had happened.

She waited beside the motorcyclist as a paramedic walked towards him and knelt down. He tried to talk to him, but there  was no response, and so he looked up at Sarah. Do you know  if he has been unconscious the whole time?

Yes, he has. She hesitated, then added, The two drivers  were both conscious when I went to look at them. One seems  to have a chest injury and is struggling to breathe, and the  other is complaining of leg pain.

Thanks. Perhaps youd like to show my colleague the one  with the chest pain. He nodded towards a second paramedic  who was emerging from the ambulance.

Sarah did as hed asked, and when she was satisfied that  both drivers had been assessed and the man with chest pain  was being attended to she went back to the driver who had  caused the pile-up and tried to reassure him that help was on  the way.

By this time a second ambulance had arrived, along with  a fast-response car, and more emergency practitioners began  to come forward.

Feeling a trifle redundant by now, Sarah went to see how  the motorcyclist was doing. The paramedic she had spoken to  earlier was working side by side with someone else now, a dark- haired man who was wearing the outfit of an emergency doctor.

Sarah looked him over. Something about this man caught  her attention, but she couldnt quite make up her mind what  it was that was bothering her. He was kneeling down, but his  demeanour was striking in that every move he made was  decisive and self-assured. There was no hesitation, no  doubting what needed to be done.

As soon as Ive finished intubating him, well splint that  fractured limb, he said. Once thats done we can safely  transfer him to the spinal board.

Sarah felt the hairs prickle along the back of her neck. That  voice was all too familiar, and she must have inadvertently  let out a breathy sigh of recognition because the man shifted  his head a fraction to look up at her. He frowned.

Sarah blinked. What was Ben doing here? Was this his job,  working for the emergency services? Or was he based at the  local hospital? The questions were on the tip of her tongue,  but she stayed silent, because right now she didnt want to  distract him or in any way impede the work he was doing.

For a few seconds he held her gaze and the atmosphere  seemed to be filled with tension.

It must be something in the air, he murmured. We seem  fated to meet under unusual circumstances. Then, almost as  though that strange collision of minds had never happened,  he simply turned away and continued attending to his patient.

It was only when the intubation was completed and the  man was receiving life-giving oxygen that Ben looked at her  once more and said briskly, If you want to do something to  help, you could squeeze this oxygen bag. Keep up the  momentum, and make sure you keep to a regular rhythm.

Sarah nodded to show that she understood, and crouched  down beside the young biker. Hes still unconscious. Does  he have any other injuries, apart from the leg?

I imagine he has a head injury, and there may be internal  injuries, but we wont know until weve done scans at the  hospital. Either way, it looks as though he has a broken thighbone,  and hell most likely need to have surgery to pin it in  place. Hes lost a lot of blood, but I might be able to make up  for that by putting a line in and giving him fluids. He fixed  her with his dark gaze. What you need to do is to keep  pumping the oxygen.

Sarah did as she was told, and kept quiet so as not to  distract him. The paramedic worked with him to splint the leg,  and then between them they lifted him onto the protective  board.

Ben stood up. OK, you can hand over to the paramedic  now, he told Sarah. Im going to take a look at the other  patients.

OK. She relinquished her hold on the oxygen bag and  watched Ben cautiously as he moved away, not quite understanding  his abrupt manner. Perhaps he thought it strange that  she had a knack of turning up in odd situations, but that was  his problem, not hers.

Paramedics were getting ready to move the man who had  been clutching his chest. As to the driver of the black saloon,  he had been released from the driving seat and removed to a  place of safety. It appeared that he was suffering from pain  and swelling around his knee. To Sarahs untutored eye, it  looked as though the knee had shifted in relation to his leg.

Perhaps she had said as much, because Ben glanced at her  as she approached and said lightly, Yes, it certainly looks that  way. His mouth gave a faint twist. Im surprised to find that  youre still here. Youre not at all squeamish, then?

Sarah lifted her shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. She  had no idea whether she was or not. As far as she was aware,  this was the first time that she had come across a situation like  this. So, whats wrong with his leg? Do you know? she  asked. Is there a fracture?

I cant be sure whether theres any fracture, but I expect  the force of the smash has caused him to hit the dashboard  with his leg and consequently the knee was dislocated. From  the looks of the swelling and discoloration, its quite nasty.

He turned his attention to the patient. Im afraid that your  circulation is not as it should be in that limb, Colin, so I think  that I should try to get the knee back in position without  delay. I dont believe we can wait until we get you to the  hospital.

Colin mumbled a response, and Ben obviously took that  as agreement, because he said, Im going to give you something  to take away the pain while I do that. He looked directly  at the man. As the paramedics are dealing with other patients,  Im going to ask this young woman if she will lend a hand  with the procedure. Are you OK with that?

The driver nodded, and Sarah guessed that he was in too  much pain and discomfort to care one way or the other. She  gave Ben a wide-eyed look.

Ive never done anything like this before, she said in a low  voice. Are you sure that you want me to help?

Quite sure. He was already drawing up a syringe of what  Sarah imagined was painkilling medication. All you have to  do is position yourself at his head and thread your arms underneath  his armpits. Clasp your hands together over his chest  and keep up a counter-pressure when I pull on his leg. He  started to give the injection, glancing from time to time at his  patient.

How does that feel? Is it any easier?

Thats better, the man said after a while. The pain is  going. He gave a slow sigh, and Sarah guessed that he was  feeling a surge of relief.

Ben glanced at Sarah. Do you think youll be able to help  me out?

Yes. I can do that.

Good. Lets get on with it, then, shall we?

Sarah followed his instructions, kneeling down at the  mans head and placing her arms around his upper torso.

Ben, in the meantime, positioned himself to grasp the  mans leg in a way that would allow him to straighten it. Are  you ready? he asked, glancing at Sarah. Its really important  that you counter my pulling on the limb.

Im ready.

It was all over in a matter of seconds, and as soon as  Colins leg had been straightened out, Ben started to check  the circulation around the joint. Thats improving already,  he told Colin. Im going to splint it for you now, and then  well get you into the ambulance and off to hospital.

Sarah watched Ben as he worked. He had a sure touch, and  she could see that anyone who came into his care would be  well looked after. There was no hesitation, no debating what  to do, and each procedure followed on from the one before  like the turning of a well-oiled engine.

Is this what you do every day? she asked softly, as he  beckoned to the paramedics who were coming from one of  the ambulances.

Emergency work, you mean?

She nodded. Yes. I was wondering if you worked with the  ambulance service or whether youre based at the local hospital.

Its a bit of both, actually. He worked with the paramedics  to lift the patient onto a stretcher, and made sure that he was  strapped securely in place. Im based in the A and E department  at Woodvale Hospital, but Im often called out with the  ambulance service if theres a multiple accident.

Oh, I see.

He studied her for a brief moment. What about you? Are  you not at work today?

I was on my way to work when this happened.

He nodded, and then directed the paramedics to transport  the patient to the ambulance. I expect youll be delayed for  a while longer. The police will want to hear your account of  what happened.

Yes, I imagine they will.

He was already turning away to go with his patient, and  Sarah remained where she was. Ben inclined his head briefly  towards her, and then it was as though he had dismissed her  from his thoughts. His attention was solely on the injured  people.

That was how it should be, of course. He had been focused  on his work the whole time, and finding that Sarah was  already here had been just a momentary distraction, one that  had actually worked to his advantage when he had enlisted  her help. She doubted that he would even give her a second  thought after this.

A small qualm of unease ran through her. Why did it bother  her that he might so easily dismiss her from his mind? She  frowned. Perhaps it was all part and parcel of her mindset  since the trauma that had happened to her.

She had lost her memory and therefore she was by association  unmemorablewasnt that the case? After all, no one  had come looking for her to tell her that she belonged within  his or her family unit, had they? It was one more thing that  made her doubt herself and wonder where she belonged.

She braced her shoulders. She had to put all that behind her.  She had her child, her work and the chance of a new beginning,  and wasnt it a fact that she could turn some of this to her advantage?  Everything that had occurred this morning would make  for an excellent news item for the local paper, wouldnt it?

It wouldnt take her long to write her exclusive account of  what had gone on, and as she had her camera with her in her  bag, this was an ideal opportunity for her to take some photos  of the wrecked vehicles.

No sooner had the thought sparked in her mind than she  started to act on it. She rapidly took several snapshots of the  scene, quelling a sudden uprising of guilt by telling herself  that there had been no fatalities, and that she would be foolish  to miss this chance of a story. This was her livelihood after  all.

Then, while she waited for the policeman to come and  question her, she took out a notepad and started to draft the  article.

What do you think youre doing?

She jumped as Bens voice sounded in her ear. Im sorry.  What do you mean?

I saw you taking photos. How could you do that? Dont  you have any sense of propriety?

Its my job, she said, on a defensive note. I write for the  local paper.

His expression was cynical. Is that supposed to be an  excuse? Dont we have enough people behaving like ghouls,  feasting on other peoples tragedies?

You dont know anything about the way I write, she said,  her voice taut. Why should you assume the worst? She  glowered at him. Anyway, shouldnt you be concerning  yourself with your patients?

Youre right. He glanced over at the ambulance where  the paramedic was getting ready to close the doors at the  back of the vehicle. I can see that Im just wasting my time  talking to you.

He walked briskly over to the ambulance and climbed in  the back without a second glance in her direction.

Sarah watched the vehicle pull away, aware of a slow tide  of dejection washing over her. How would he react when he  discovered that she was going to be living next door to him?  He had already formed the worst possible opinion of her.

She pressed her lips together. Most likely, once he was  over the initial shock, he would simply leave her to her own  devices.

That suited Sarah well enough. She had enough problems  to cope with, without having to fathom the mindset of a reclusive  neighbour.


CHAPTER THREE

I WANT you to come into the house now, Emily, Sarah called  from the kitchen. Im just getting your supper ready, and then  it will be time for bed.

Emily, though, wasnt taking too much notice of what she  was saying. The overgrown garden was proving too much of  a temptation, with its sheltering shrubs and lots of hidden  nooks and crannies, and so far she had only managed to  explore a small part of it to her satisfaction.

Moving to the cottage had been a great adventure as far as  Emily was concerned, and in a way that was a relief for Sarah,  because she had been worrying about what effect changing  homes would have on her.

The phone rang as Sarah was about to go and bring the  child into the house, and she hesitated before deciding to  answer the call. Keeping an eye on the little girl through the  kitchen window, Sarah picked up the receiver.

How are you getting along? Carol asked in a cheerful  tone. Have you managed to make any more headway with  the unpacking? I know Emily was keen to look through all  the boxes.

Im nearly there, Sarah told her. Emily thought it was a treasure trove, finding the toys that you had passed on to her,  and I cant tell you how grateful I am to you for giving me all  that bed linen and the bits and pieces for the kitchen. It was  so good having you here to help out this afternoon. I dont  know how I would have managed otherwise. Emilys really  excited. She seems to have taken to the place, but she did make  me promise that I would bring her back to see you at the  weekend.

That would belovely. Sarah couldfeel the smile that must  be on Carols face. Actually, I might see you before then. Ive  just realised that I have a couple of good-sized rugs stored up  in the attic that might come in useful for you. I had them cleaned  before they went up there, so they should be in a reasonable  condition, and they might make the place look a bit more cosy.  I could bring them over tomorrow some time, if you like.

That would be great, Sarah said.

Ill do that, then. Perhaps Ill even get to meet your neighbour.  Has there been any sign of him yet?

Sarah winced. Not so far. Hes been out all day. Im not  quite sure how hes going to react when he finds that weve  moved in next door to him. I expect that he thought nobody  would want to take the place on.

They chatted for a while longer, until Sarah glanced out  of the window and realised that she could no longer see Emily  in the garden.

Im going to have to go and look for Emily, she told  Carol. Shes been playing outside for the last half-hour, but  its growing dark now and I need to keep track of her in case  she finds a way to get from the garden out into the fields.  Theres a good fence, but you know her. I wouldnt put it past  her to find a way to climb over.

Shes certainly a bundle of mischief, Carol agreed. You  go and find her. Ill give you a ring in the morning.

Sarah hung up and hurried out into the garden. Emily,  where are you? she called.

There was no answer, and Sarah began to look around. It  wasnt a particularly large garden, but the trees and shrubs cast  shadows over the ground now that the light was fading, and  there were so many corners that were hidden from view by trel-liswork  and rustic pergolas that it took several minutes of  searching before she realised that Emily wasnt anywhere to be  found.

A feeling of panic ran through her. She had checked the  fence earlier to make sure that there werent any gaps in it,  hadnt she? Now she looked to see if Emily had used anything  to help her to climb up, but there was nothing resting against  the fence, except for the twisted stems and branches of  climbing plants.

Alarmed now, Sarah called out again. Emily, I need you  to tell me where you are. Im not playing hide and seek.

She ran her hand along the top of the fence and at one  point discovered a slight indentation. It was a concealed gate,  made to look as though it was part of the fence, and the bolt  was on the other side. Leaning closer to get a better grip, she  felt one of the panels give way slightly as her foot touched  its base.

Crouching down to examine it more carefully, she realised  that the wooden slats moved to one side when they were  touched in a certain way, probably because some of the nails  that should have held them in place from the other side were  missing. Was it possible that Emily had squeezed her way  through the panels and gone into the neighbouring garden?

She had to find out. Undoing the bolt, she opened the gate  and went through.

Like the house it belonged to, this garden was a huge  contrast to hers. It was wide, for a start, and it had been beautifully  landscaped, with a velvet green lawn and low stone  walls. There were curving pathways that led through ornate  archways into areas beyond. Sarah followed one of the paths,  peering into the shrubbery on either side.

I dont believe this is happening, she muttered to herself.

Is something wrong? The deep voice came from somewhere  behind her and Sarah swung around to face her neighbour.

Yes, she said, recovering herself. There is, there definitely  is, or I wouldnt be here, would I? She flung the words  at him, almost as though they were a challenge. Dismayed at  being found in the wrong place at the wrong time once more,  she stared at him.

I wouldnt know about that, Ben said. Going on past experience,  all manner of things spring to mind.

She gritted her teeth. Why did she have to deal with him,  of all people, here and now? Wasnt it enough that she was  out of her mind with worry over Emily? Before you start  grilling me all over again, this isnt what you think.

I wasnt intending to do anything of the sort, he said in a  low drawl, and to her surprise, his mouth made a wry, amused  shape. To be honest, nothing you do surprises me any more.  Im sure youll fill me in on the details when it suits you.

Her blue eyes glittered with frustration. Ive lost Emily.  She must have come through here, because theres nowhere  else she could have gone. She wouldnt have been able to do  that if you had looked after your fence properly.

She looked around in desperation, calling out, Emily, I  need you to come herenow.

His dark brows lifted. Ive no idea what you mean. The  fence is fine, as far as Im aware.

No, it isntthats just the point. The slats are loose on  your side. I checked it earlier and I thought it was all right,  but it isnt, and now shes gone, so I came in through the gate.  She came to a sudden halt, gathering her breath. And why  would you need a gate in the fence anyway, if the cottage  belongs to somebody else?

I dont think Im following any of this. He looked perplexed.  Are we talking about a dog? What kind of dog is she?  I suppose she must be fairly small to get through a break in  the fence.

She sent him an exasperated look. NoEmilys not a  dog. Shes my little girl. She was playing in the garden, and  then she wasnt, and I dont know where she could be, except  here. Shes only two years old, going on three. Its not her  fault. She wouldnt know that she was doing anything wrong.

He frowned. I didnt realise that you had a little girl. He  shook his head. I dare say I should have thought of the possibility.  He glanced towards her ringless left hand and Sarahs  fingers curled into a fist.

She hadnt been wearing a ring when the paramedics had  found her all those months ago, but there had been a thin, pale  line on her finger, which pointed to the fact that she must have  worn one at one time. It was another unanswered question  about her past, and one that she would rather not deal with  here and now.

I have to find her. She waved her hands about her in an  agitated gesture.

Of course you do. He reached out and placed the palms  of his hands over her shoulders, gripping her firmly, so that  she stared at him in shock. But first of all you need to calm  down, and deal with things one at a time. How long has she  been missing?

A few minutes. She tried to gather her breath, but her  lungs felt as though they were constricted. I was in the  kitchen, and the phone rang, and then when I looked back she  wasnt there.

All right, take a few deep breaths and get yourself  together. Well both look for her. She cant have gone far. His  warm hands still circled her shoulders and she realised that  he wasnt going to let her go until she showed some sign that  she was in control of herself.

Yes, she managed. Youre probably right. She pulled in  a deep breath. Im fine. You can let go of me now.

Are you sure?

She nodded. Im sure.

OK. He slowly released her. Why dont you go on  searching for her on this side of the garden while I go and get  a torch from the house?

Sarah hurried to do that, churned up inside because of the  delay. Was Emily hiding from her, thinking that it was a  game? Was that why she wasnt answering?

Ben was only gone for a minute or two, but although she  had explored every part of that side of the garden while hed  been gone, she was still no nearer finding Emily.

Well do this area together, he murmured, indicating the  far side of the garden, and then, if we still havent found her,  well retrace our steps. I suppose she might have gone to  hide behind the summerhouse.

Some five minutes later they still hadnt found the little  girl, and Sarah was beginning to feel shaky with anxiety. Ben  must have sensed that because he put an arm around her,  holding her in a way that was strangely comforting, considering  that she barely knew him, and that for the most part they  had been at loggerheads. Now, though, he was letting her  know that he understood what she was going through, and that  he was there for her.




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