not allergic to anything, I’ve checked.’
Mark blinked and then gave a crooked smile. ‘I’d forgotten what it was like working with someone as efficient as you.’
Holly pressed the right keys on the computer and the prescription came out with a whizzing noise.
‘The wonders of technology,’ Mark murmured, signing it with a flourish. ‘Here you are, Alison. We’ll need to see that wound again—when do you think, Holly?’
Holly laughed. ‘Well, seeing as I haven’t even got my uniform on yet, I don’t really know the setup here. Is there a dressing clinic or do I just do a general session?’
Mark frowned and thought for a moment. ‘Routine dressing checks usually just get booked into your general sessions. Meg, our practice manager, will fill you in on when they are. Most mornings, I think, and then special clinics—asthma, immunisation and things in the afternoon.’
Alison scooped Helen up in her arms. ‘Gosh, you’re a lump! Too big for Mummy to carry around like this.’ She gave the child a squeeze and lowered her gently to the floor, glancing at Mark while she did so. ‘So what happened to Sister Hill? I thought the baby wasn’t due for another two months?’
‘It wasn’t, but I’m afraid her blood pressure shot up and she was advised to rest so she decided to leave earlier than expected.’
Alison picked up her bag. ‘Which left you in the lurch, I would have thought.’
‘You can say that again.’ Mark gave a wry smile and raked long fingers through his dark hair. ‘But fortunately Holly has kindly agreed to step into the breach so we should be fine now.’
‘Come back in three days and I’ll check that wound,’ Holly said. ‘Sooner if it becomes inflamed or swollen, but it shouldn’t because the antibiotics should prevent any infection.’
Alison nodded and thanked her again before ushering the little girl out and closing the door behind them.
‘Thanks for dealing with them,’ Mark said, and Holly grinned at him.
‘To be honest, I was quite relieved. I was so afraid that our first meeting was going to be in front of the practice staff and we hadn’t discussed what I was meant to do.’
‘Do?’ Mark leaned broad shoulders against the wall and started to laugh. ‘What do you mean, “do”?’
‘Well, you know...’ Holly shifted uncomfortably. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was expected to—to...’
She started to blush, which felt ridiculous. Why should she blush in front of Mark when she’d known him for ever?
‘To what?’ Mark was still laughing, his dark eyes teasing. ‘To rip my clothes off in Reception in front of the patients?’
‘It’s all right for you to laugh!’ She put her hands on her slim hips and glared at him. ‘Mark Logan, you’d better watch your step or I won’t do this for you!’
He stifled the laughter. ‘Sorry, Holl. It’s just that I had this vision of you—’
‘I don’t want to know,’ Holly said primly, switching off the computer and clearing up the mess left from the dressing. ‘As it is, we have now been reunited in private, so we can avoid touching public reunions.’
‘Shame.’ Mark gave her a wicked grin, his eyes dancing. ‘We could have run towards each other in slow motion like they do in the movies.’
Her eyes twinkled in return. ‘With the sound of the sea in the background.’
‘Something like that.’ His smile was warm. ‘It’s really good to see you, Holly.’
‘It’s good to see you, too. Even if that handsome face of yours has got you into trouble again.’
‘Don’t!’ He gave a sigh and held out his arms. ‘Hug?’
She crossed the room and hugged him just as the door opened and Caroline Duncan entered.
Guiltily Holly tried to pull away, but to her surprise Mark held her tightly for a moment before releasing her with apparent reluctance.
‘Sorry, Caroline.’ His tone was easy and friendly. ‘You must excuse us but we haven’t seen each other for a while and we thought we were in private.’
It was a gentle reprimand for the fact that she hadn’t knocked, but Caroline was far from apologetic. In fact, if anything she looked angry. Her colour was high and she seemed flustered.
‘There’s a man in Reception who came off a jet ski in the bay,’ she said crisply. ‘I was going to send him to the Infirmary, but—’
‘Oh, I’ll see him as I’m here,’ Mark said, his tone pleasant but firm. ‘I’ve finished my calls so it’s only lunch he’s disturbing and I don’t usually get that anyway. Send him through to my room. Holly can give me a hand—we used to work in A and E together.’
Holly rolled her eyes. ‘Perhaps I’d better get my suitcase out of the boot and unpack my uniform,’ she said dryly. ‘I seem to have started work immediately.’
Mark pulled a face and looked guilty. ‘I wanted to give you the weekend to make yourself at home in Cornwall. Do you mind starting straight away?’
‘Of course I don’t.’ Holly smiled and followed him down corridor to his consulting room, gasping as she saw the view. ‘Oh, Mark! No wonder this is your dream job. How on earth can you concentrate on the patients with a view like that out of the window?’
The yachts and fishing boats bobbed in the bay and the coast path stretched enticingly into the distance.
‘Nice, isn’t it?’ Mark dropped his bag by his desk and switched on his computer. ‘Oh, well, I suppose we’d better see this patient now.’
Holly lifted an eyebrow. ‘Do you do anything except minor accidents in this practice?’
‘That’s what happens in a holiday resort,’ Mark told her ruefully. ‘We get plenty of the ordinary routine stuff, too, but we’ll tell you about that over dinner. We’re meeting Ian Hughes, the senior partner, this evening.’
‘Oh, yes, I met him in London. I really liked him.’ Holly stared out across the bay. ‘Where’s your house?’
When she had helped Mark move five months earlier he had rented a small flat until he’d found somewhere more permanent. Now she was dying to see the house he’d chosen.
‘You can’t see it from here. I wanted you to come down before I bought it but you didn’t answer the phone for about two weeks...’ Mark looked at her quizzically and Holly coloured and turned away, avoiding that penetrating gaze. Mark saw too much.
‘I—I had a lot on...’
‘Right.’
She knew from his tone that he didn’t believe her but, good friend that he was, he didn’t push her.
‘So,
