Marion Lennox - The Doctor’s Proposal

A book in the Castle at Dolphin Bay series, 2006

HOW did you knock on the front door of a medieval castle? And what was such a castle doing in a remote Australian fishing community?

Dr Kirsty McMahon was worried and tired and it was starting to rain. The castle doors looked as if theyd take a battering ram to open them, and using the incongruous intercom-thing produced nothing. Her tentative knock sounded ridiculous. She knocked harder and gave a hopeful shout but there was no response.

Enough. Shed been stupid to come. Susie was complaining of cramp. She and her twin would find a hotel in Dolphin Bay and broach the castle walls in the morning. If she could get Susie back here.

Then she paused as a sudden flurry of barking sounded on the other side of the gates. Was someone coming?

The vast timber doors opened an inch, and then wider. A lanky brown dog of indiscriminate parentage nosed its way out. A hand gripped its collar. A mans hand.

She took a step back. This place seemed straight out of a Gothic novel. The castle was set high on the cliffs above the sea, with purple-hazed mountains ringing the rear. In the mist of early evening, Kirsty was almost expecting to be met by a pack of ancient hunting dogs, anchored to armoured warriors with battle-axes.

Boris, if you jump up on anyone youll be toast.

She blinked. The owner of the voice didnt sound like an axe-toting warrior. The voice soundednice?

The doors swung wider and she decided the adjective nice wasnt strong enough.

Her warrior was gorgeous.

Six feet two. Mid-thirties maybe? Aran sweater, faded jeans and battered boots. Deep brown, crinkly hair, ruffled just the way she liked it in her men.

Her men? Robert? The thought almost made her smile and she had no difficulty at all turning her attention back to her warrior.

What else? He had a craggy face, strongly boned and weathered. His eyes smiled at the edges even when he wasnt smiling. His body wasexcellent.

Oh, for heavens sake, she was standing outside a ridiculous Australian castle thinking lustful thoughts about a strange mans body? All her life shed fought to stay in control, and now, when everything was teetering, the last thing she needed was the complication of a male. Back home she was dating nice, safe Robert, whod stay being nice and safe for as long as she wanted. She was in control. She was married to medicine.

But her warrior was definitely gorgeous.

Umhello, she tried.

The stranger was hauling his dog back, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Behind the man and dog she could see the castle forecourt. This, then, was why thered been no response. Shed knocked on what was essentially the fortress gates.

And behind the gates The castle was a lacy confection of gleaming white stone, turrets and battlements. Kirsty was practically gaping. It was so ridiculously seventeenth-century-meets-now that it was fantastic. It was also set so far back from the gates that, if the intercom wasnt working, it must have been sheer luck that anyone had heard her call.

She needed to stop gaping.

What can I do for you? the man asked, and she attempted to sound coherent. Sort of.

My sister and I have come to see Ang-the earl.

Im sorry, but His Lordship isnt receiving visitors. It was a brisk denial, made in a hurry as he pushed the gates closed again.

She stuck her foot forward.

Mistake. These gates werent built so that a five-feet-four doctor of not very impressive stature could block them with one toe.

She yelped. Her warrior swore, and the gate swung wide again.

Did I hurt you?

Yes.

You shouldnt have put your foot there.

You were closing the gate in my face.

He sighed. They both inspected her foot for a moment, waiting for it to do something interesting, but she was wearing solid trainers. And shed hauled her foot out fast. Maybe shed suffered nothing worse than a minor bruise.

Im sorry, the man said, and as his voice softened she thought again just how gorgeous he was. His voice was deep and resonant, with the lazy drawl of an Australian accent. Well, what had she expected in Australia? But he did seem to becaring.

And his caring tone tugged something inside her that hadnt been tugged for a long, long time.

She must be more tired than shed thought, she decided, surprising herself with the depth of her reaction. Caring? She was the one who was doing the caring.

His Lordship isnt up to seeing visitors, he was saying, still in the gentle, reasonable tone that did weird things to her insides. And he doesnt see tourists at any time.

Were not tourists.

We?

She motioned to the car where Susie was peering out anxiously from the passenger seat. My sister and I.

Youre American.

Good call, she told him. But were still not tourists.

But you still cant see His Lordship. Once more the gates started to close.

Were family, she said quickly, and the gates stilled.

The mans face stilled.

What did you say?

Were a part of Anguss family, she told him. Weve come all the way from America to see him.

There was a deathly silence. She had been wrong, she thought when shed decided this mans eyes smiled all the time. They werent smiling now. He suddenly looked cold, disdainful and very, very angry.

Youre too early, he told her, and he hauled his dog back behind him as if she was something that might be infectious. I thought the vultures would be arriving soon, and here you are. But Angus is still alive.

He didnt even look to see where her foot was.

The gate slammed shut against her.

Ten minutes and a Thermos of tea later they were still none the wiser. Kirsty had returned to the car and filled Susie in on the details.

Well, at least were at the right place, Kirsty told her sister. But I dont know who the sentry is. A son?

I was sure Angus didnt have sons. Susie wriggled deeper into the passenger seat, trying to get comfortable, no mean feat at eight months pregnant. Kirstys twin had been sitting still for too long, but she hadnt wanted to get out when theyd arrived. It had been too much trouble. Everything was too much trouble for Susie, Kirsty thought grimly, and, instead of making it better, these last few weeks had made it worse. Clinical depression was crippling.

More. It was terrifying.

So what do we do? Susie asked, but she asked as if it didnt matter too much what Kirsty replied.

Over to Kirsty. As always.

Obediently Kirsty thought about it. What could they do? Retreat to town and try and gain access again in the morning? Telephone? They should have telephoned in the first place, but she hadnt been sure theyd reach here.

She glanced across at Susie. Exhaustion was washing over her twins face and she knew she had no choice.

This had turned into a disastrous expedition, she thought bleakly, but back home in New York it had seemed reasonable. Even sensible. For Susie, the last few months had been appalling, and Kirsty had fought every way shed known to haul her twin out of a clinical depression that was becoming almost suicidal.

Two years ago Susie had married Rory Douglas. Rory was a Scottish Australian whod decided two minutes after meeting Susie that America-and Susie-was home. It had been a blissfully happy marriage. Six months ago Kirstys twin had been glowing with early pregnancy, and she and her Rory had been joyfully preparing to live happily ever after.

But then had come the car crash. Rory had been killed instantly. Susie had been dreadfully physically injured, but her mental state was worse.