The Midwife's Marriage Proposal (Lakeside Mountain Rescue 3)

It had been a hard day. Harder than she’d anticipated.

She’d known that the first meeting would be difficult, of course. Known that seeing Tom would be painful.

She’d expected to feel anger and contempt. Expected to dismiss him with a few well-rehearsed words.

What she hadn’t anticipated had been the race of her heart and the kick of her breathing.

Sally made herself a coffee and then sat down at the kitchen table, her hands coiled round the hot mug.

Tom Hunter was still a dangerously attractive man.

But he had no place in her life any more.

She wasn’t that careless with her heart.

* * *

Tom sat in his sister’s kitchen, tapping long fingers on the table.

‘She’ll be home in a minute, but I probably ought to warn you that you’re not flavour of the month,’ Jack said mildly, opening two beers and handing one to his friend.

Tom drank from the bottle and then banged it down on the table. ‘Did you know Sally was back?’

Jack settled himself opposite, his feet on the table. ‘No. If Bry wanted to keep it from you, she’s hardly going to tell me, is she?’

‘You’re her husband.’

Jack grinned. ‘And you and I have been best mates since primary school, Tom. Takes more than a woman to come between us, even if that woman is your sister.’

Tom sighed and rubbed long fingers over his aching temples. ‘I wish someone had warned me.’

‘Why?’ Jack took a slug of beer. ‘I thought you weren’t interested in her anyway.’

Tom reached for his beer. He’d thought that, too.

But seeing her again had unsettled him more than he would have thought possible.

Being on the receiving end of her cool indifference had made him feel as though he’d lost something special.

At that moment the kitchen door flew open and Bryony stalked into the room, her whole manner confrontational.

Tom rose to his feet, his own gaze equally accusing. Ordinarily they were as close as a brother and sister could be, but tonight they glared at each other like enemies.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that she was coming back?’ Tom’s voice was hard and Bryony’s gaze was equally hard as she met her brother’s eyes.

‘And good evening to you, too, Tom.’ She leaned forward and kissed Jack, her expression softening slightly. Then she straightened and shrugged out of her wool coat.

‘You should have told me she was coming back,’ Tom snarled, and Bryony lifted an eyebrow, refusing to be intimidated by the dangerous light in her brother’s eyes.

‘Why? What reason did I have to believe you even cared? You ended it, remember?’

Colour touched Tom’s cheekbones and his jaw tightened. ‘That is none of your business.’

‘It’s my business when you expect me to help you smooth the path with her.’

‘I can’t change the past.’ Tom sat back down in his chair and reached for his beer. ‘And Sally and I need to move on. We can’t do that if we don’t have a conversation. We need to clear the air.’

‘You mean you need to make yourself feel OK about what you did.’