Marion Lennox - Bachelor Cure

The third book in the Prescription: Love series, 1999

MIKE LLEWELLYN pushed the dark curls out of his eyes and looked wildly around him. The mountains where he lived had always seemed his friends and, heaven knew, he stood in need of friends now. His bony shoulders trembled, and his hands clenched into fists of helplessness.

Sixteen years old was too young an age to face this. The doctor was here now, but Mike knew in his heart that it was too late.

Over and over, the doctors words played in his mind.

You should have called me sooner, you stupid boy. Dont you realize your mothers dying?

Yes, he did know, and the accusation was unfair. Hed phoned over and over again, but the doctors wife hadnt helped a bit.

Hes out. Thats all I know. Dont ask me where he is. Hes just out.

After scores of frantic phone calls, the whole district had started searching, but the locals knew what the doctor would be doing. Hed be somewhere with a woman who wasnt his wife, and hed probably be drunk. The valleys only doctor would have no intention of being found.

In the end the doctor had arrived back at the surgery full of drunken bluster, saying hed had his radio on all the time and no one had called him.

Liar!

The mans a liar, Mike said to the mountains, and tears of frustration and rage welled behind his eyes. He blinked them back but others came fast to replace them.

And at that moment he made himself a silent vow. It was a promise he made to nothing but the mountains, but it was a vow he intended to keep for the rest of his life.

Ill be a doctor myself, he swore. Ill be the best doctor I can make myself and Ill come back here and work. And thats all Im going to do. No womans ever going to interfere with my work. Theres no way anyone else in this place will die like this-not if I can help it. No matter what happens now

And then he turned to face what was happening inside. He turned to face the emptiness of his future.

THERE was a girl in red stilettos lying in Henry Westcotts barn. Or rather, she was lying under Henry Westcotts pig.

Mike had met the police car at the gate. Theres someone mucking around at Henrys place, the sergeant had told him curtly. Jacob saw the light from his place. Want to back us up-give us a bit more manpower?

He didnt. Jacob Jeffries was a rifle-toting bone-head, and the thought of making a posse with him was enough to make Mike queasy. Still, Sergeant Morris was the only policeman in the district and hed helped Mike out of tight spots in the past. Checking deserted farmhouses for thieves was risky, and Jacob might look tough but, given any real danger, hed run a mile.

So hed come, leaving Strop guarding his precious Aston Martin. But now

Mike stopped dead as the police sergeant threw open the barn door and flooded the place with light. Theyd been expecting petty thieves, or maybe even Henry himself, but they certainly hadnt been expecting this.

The girl was lying flat in the straw, her arm immersed to the elbow in pig. She was young-in her twenties, from the look of her-slightly built and fiery.

Fiery?

Yes. Definitely fiery. She was practically all scarlet. The girl was wearing a tiny, tight-fitting, crimson skirt. The slim legs stretched out behind her on the straw were clad in clear stockings with a crimson seam, and her feet were clad in red stilettos. She was wearing a white blouse, but her flaming curls were tumbling about her shoulders and hiding most of it so he could mostly see just legs and redness.

Mike couldnt see her face. Her face was pressed into the straw and the rest of her was hidden by pig. What on earth?

OK. Youre covered. Stand up slow, then raise your hands over your shoulders. Unlike Mike and Sergeant Morris, Jacob knew exactly what to do. Hed seen it on the telly. Hed been expecting criminals and Jacob didnt change his mind fast. Be careful, the sergeant had told him before hed flung open the door. Whoevers inside could be armed. So Jacob was in threat mode.

Dont even think about producing a gun, he barked, waving his rifle in the direction of the pig and the wonderful red stilettos. Throw down any weapons.

Jacob, Mike said faintly. Shut up.

He was the first to move. The girl had been using a kerosene lamp to see by, but Sergeant Morris had a heavy searchlight which was now flooding the barn with light. The sergeant stood, shocked into stillness. Jacob waved his gun while he tried to figure things out, and Mike walked forward to see what was happening.

The girls face was turned away from him on the straw. He stepped over her and crouched so he could see more.

She had a great face. She had gorgeous clear skin, and big green eyes, and a slash of crimson lipstick the exact shade of those ridiculous shoes

Her face was contorted in agony.

The girl had a bucket of soapy water beside her which told its own story. He winced in sympathy. Ouch! He knew what that was for.

Mike had come out here tonight because Henry Westcott was missing, believed dead. He knew how fond Henry Westcott was of his pig, and checking on Doris was something he could do for an old man he was fond of. Hed visited Doris the day before, and he knew her time was near.

So the piglets were on their way-sort of. He winced again. Lifting the bucket, he poured soapy water gently over the girls elbow as she penetrated the birth canal.

The girl gave a grunt of what might have been called gratitude. Her arm came out an inch or so to get some more lubrication and she went straight back in. The pigs body heaved and the girl gave a sob of pain.

Hell!

He didnt need to be told what was happening here. The pigs belly was so swollen, there had to be more than half a dozen piglets trying to get out. But now Something was clearly obstructing the birth canal. The girl was trying to clear it and it was no wonder she looked like she was in pain. Every time the sow had a contraction, massive muscles would be squeezing this girls arm with power beyond endurance.

I said stand up, Jacob barked behind them, but he was ignored. The police sergeant sighed and lifted Jacobs rifle so it wasnt pointing downwards, but the girl didnt care. She was only intent on one thing. The pig.

Mike could only admire her singlemindedness.

Once, when hed been a junior resident in a large teaching hospital, hed been watching open heart surgery when the fire alarm had sounded and the smell of smoke had wafted through Theatre. The hospital staff had reacted in well-ordered panic, but the surgeon had kept right on operating.

Forget the alarm, hed growled. You can have any fire you like, but not until I have this closed!

That determination was what he saw again in this girls face. She was in pain and Jacobs threats must have got through to her, but she was concentrating on one thing and one thing only-clearing the birth canal.

There was nothing he could do to help. There certainly wasnt room in the birth canal for two of them.

Talk me through it, he said urgently, his face almost touching the girls. Whats going wrong?

Theres a piglet stuck

She had a voice to match her face. It was exhausted and pain-filled, but it was soft and lilting andgorgeous!

You can feel it?

A contraction hit. Doriss body strained in a massive movement of muscle and the girls body jerked sideways.

You cant do this, he said savagely, and he put his hands on her shoulders to try and draw her out. Hell, shed break every bone in her arm.

No. No! I can feel a hoof. Leave me!

She shoved herself further forward. More water, she gasped. He splashed a bit more water over her arm and then took the bar of soap and ran it around the vaginal entrance. If he had time He had lubricants in the car