Eddie Langsett

By Beth Hart

When Dr Grace O'Donnell takes a job in Devon covering for a colleague's maternity leave it seems like the perfect opportunity to start over. Where better to lick her wounds and consider her future than the quiet little town on the coast where nobody knows her? Peace and quiet! But the problem with small towns is that everybody knows everybody and when newly single Gracie arrives it isn't long before well meaning colleagues introduce her to everyone's favourite bad boy, Eddie Langsett. Only Eddie isn't such a bad boy anymore. It's taken him long enough but he's finally grown up and his problem is now he's ready to settle but there's no one he wants to settle with. Until he meets Grace. The only problem is she thinks he's humourless and arrogant. And gay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beth Hart
• Release date: Oct 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301252305

Beth Hart

Beth Woodbury Hart was raised in upstate New York in a house full of books. At an early age, she encountered the fantasies of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. She also loved to climb trees and hike in the woods near her family's home.Inspired by her mother's storytelling and a creative fifth grade teacher, Beth filled notebooks with poems, stories, novels, and plays. Later, while attending Brigham Young University, she made a foray into journalism, producing articles, reviews, and editorials for the school newspaper. She continues to write opinion pieces and letters to editors.Beth is the author of the award-winning short story "Reflections on Shadows" as well as the novel, A Blessing of Unicorns, and a musical, The Sultan's Daughter.Beth currently lives with her family in western Washington, where the trees, mountains, and lush green forests have renewed her love of nature. She enjoys cooking, gardening, writing Yelp reviews, playing word games with her grandkids, and watching K-dramas on Netflix with her husband.Beth has always loved fairy tales and folklore from different cultures. Like Keely, she was inspired by Celtic Myths and Legends, an excellent collection of stories retold by Peter Berresford Ellis.

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Chapter One

Dropping down into the valley my mood matched the weather; grey and overcast. The song on the radio was Fleetwood Mac's 'Second Hand News' which seemed strangely appropriate. For a fresh start I wasn't much looking forward to it although it had seemed like such a good idea at the time. It had been hard packing my little car and heading off down the motorway. It wasn't getting any easier. Not for the first time during my journey, my stomach lurched and I felt nauseous at what I was leaving behind but this wasn't going to be forever and I had to get away.

Having been brought up on the coast, I had never felt entirely right living somewhere landlocked. The first time I saw the sea on any journey it always gave me a boost and a whisper of home. Not today. No comfort in the steely waters or the vast expanse of sand I spied from the top of the hills. Dropping further down into the valley I reached the outskirts of the small town and slowed to thirty. The practice was on the left and I swung on to the car park and stopped. Well, this was work and home for the next six and a half months! It was an odd little building. Built in the seventies but modified extensively since, it still had that boxy, prefab look to it. I was here now and the papers were signed so I would just have to keep my head down and make the best of it. I'd agreed to cover maternity leave from October to March but babies march to their own beat and this one had decided to put in an early appearance. Perhaps it was all for the best. Starting a month early meant I had less time to fret and over think things.

I crept my Clio along the patient's parking spaces, past the slightly sad raised flower beds and down the side of the building until I reached the Staff parking at the back. There was a fire exit and a big window at the back of the practice and next to them the stairs up to the practice flat. With a heavy sigh I parked up and retrieved the flat keys from the bottom of my handbag. Grabbing another bag from the boot, I climbed the steps and opened the front door. Inside it was sparse but functional; I'd lived in worse as a student. Spartan, I thought.

Crap, my recently ex-husband would have said. Aled. I was going to have to stop thinking about him.

I spent the next couple of hours unloading my car and putting my junk away, then taking it out and putting away somewhere different. It didn't make any difference, it still wasn't home. I wasn't hungry but I knew I probably would be later so I decided to walk into the town centre. Surely somewhere would be open even if it was Sunday afternoon. Maybe it was more of a large village than a small town I decided as I searched for some sort of grocery store. If I'd wanted a bucket and spade or a trendy beach dress I would have been sorted but a loaf of bread and a pack of cheese eluded me. I was sure it had been bigger than this when I came for the interview. Eventually I found a newsagents that stocked a few bits and then trudged back to the flat clutching my purchases of a jar of coffee, a carton of milk, an oversized Sunday paper and a bar of chocolate. After reading the paper with a brew and the chocolate I stared at the walls until it was time to watch Countryfile. Adam and his rare breeds distracted me for a while but then it was back to staring at the walls again. After a while I gave up and went to bed. I got my night light out of my toiletries bag and plugged it into the socket nearest the bed. There was that split second of anxiety when I turned the big light out but yes, it was working and I could relax. I'd just dozed off when I was woken by a text from Janie. I knew it was her before I even looked at the phone. I'd assigned individual tones to anyone important so I knew if I needed to bother picking it up or not.

'Hope you got there okay! Only seven more months til you can come home. Paul and the kids say Hi and good luck. Be good!'

I sighed and clutched my phone, my lifeline. This was not exactly an auspicious start to my new life.

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It's one of life's strange little ironies that, when you have been lying awake for most of the night, you will fall into a deep and peaceful sleep about half an hour before the alarm clock goes off. I dragged my weary carcass out of bed and into the shower. Washed and scrubbed, I made a coffee and then realised I hadn't got anything in for breakfast. Not particularly hungry anyway I decided. Clean clothes and a little make up completed my transformation from scruffy human caterpillar into, if not a beautiful butterfly, then at least a slightly more presentable human caterpillar. I sat on the hard little couch in the living area listening to the clock tick. First day nerves I told myself; it will get better. It will!

At eight o'clock the doorbell made me jump even though I'd been expecting it. Stuart had said he would show me round the practice again and introduce me to the staff before I started seeing patients. He looked every inch the family doctor. He must have been close to retirement age. Not all men are gentlemen but he looked like he couldn't be anything but. His hair had probably been curly but now was thin on top and grey so he kept it short. Despite this, it still managed to look slightly rebellious. One or two strands on top seemed to have escaped his attempts to keep them under control. He wore glasses but I could not have told you what sort; they were just part of his face and blended in. Whether it was genuine or cultivated, he had the air of a man devoted to his patients.

Good morning! Sleep well?

Yes, I lied. A bit nervous! That wasn't a lie.

They're a good bunch; staff and patients. I think you'll like it here. He stood back to let me go down the stairs first.

As we walked around to the entrance at the front of the building we chatted about the staff I'd be meeting today. Most of the people who worked there were part time so I wouldn't get to meet all of them in one go. Immediately through the front doors was reception. It was a long desk with three stations, two of which were currently occupied.

This is Marilyn Langsett and this is Roisin Taylor. Ladies, this is Dr Grace O'Donnell who has kindly agreed to cover Jo's maternity leave. There were nods and quiet hellos. We have another receptionist, Lucy Ryan, she'll be in this afternoon. Marilyn is our practice manageress so if you have any questions and I'm not about she's your best bet. I got the feeling she was probably my best bet even if he was around. Everyone knows a Marilyn Langsett. Everything about her said efficiency; neat and tidy in appearance; short, choppy hair; sharp, blue eyes that missed nothing; a little mascara but otherwise scrubbed and spotless. She had an air of suppressed energy. As she sat there you could almost see her vibrating, waiting for us to bugger off so she could get things done. I guessed she was about five to ten years older than me.

Pleased to meet you Dr O'Donnell! Marilyn stood, hand extended.

Call me Grace, please. We shook.

Marilyn. She almost curtsied. She seemed excited to have someone new in the practice and I could only surmise that not a lot happened in Little Combe.

Roisin gave me a big, shy smile and bobbed her head.She obviously assumed I wouldn't be calling her Miss Taylor. I guessed she was in her early twenties and had the most enormous blue eyes and the longest eyelashes I had ever seen. She'd been typing when we walked in and, when a door opened and the other GP dashed out, I figured she'd sent him a message.

I remembered the other doctor from my interview. James Quayle. He looked my age, average height, well groomed, good looking in a blond, boyish way. I wondered if there was a Mrs Quayle; he didn't wear a wedding ring and these days most guys did. It was only an abstract thought, the last thing I wanted was any sort of romantic entanglement and besides, my weakness had always been moody, hard to please guys and James looked far too well adjusted.

Hi Grace. Pleased to meet you again. Welcome to Little Combe.

Likewise, James. More hand shaking.

My turn for home visits this afternoon. We've kept your book free so you can come with and I'll show you the area a bit before we throw you in at the deep end.

Stuart gave him a look and got a cheeky grin in return. I was going to like James.

All of a sudden reception seemed to be full of people just standing there looking at each other.

So, on with the tour! Stuart declared and everyone scattered.

My room was going to be consulting room 3. There were six consulting rooms but only four of them were in regular use: Stuart's, James', the practice nurses and Jo Hartwell's which was to be mine for the duration. The other two rooms occasionally hosted a midwife, a physio, a health visitor, a podiatrist and an optician. All the consulting rooms also had little examination room 'en suite'. Everywhere looked clean and bright and a lot more modern than the outside of the building. The waiting room had a large area given over to children's things and the overall impression was that of a small, friendly family practice.

Last stop was the small kitchen/staff room. The window ran almost the full length and looked out onto the staff car park. I could see the front door of the flat I would be calling home for the next few months. I had to smile when I noticed that there were two kettles, and industrial sized tub of coffee and really big mugs. Stuart made me a brew whilst we chatted about the local hospitals and then it was time for me to settle at my desk and await my eight thirty patient.

The morning went smoothly. I got the impression that several of the more regular patients had only made appointments to come and have a nosy at the new doctor. I finished on time: probably the first, last and only time that was going to happen! My stomach was growling a protest at missing breakfast. There was bound to be a decent sandwich place nearby. I had my first question for Marilyn! I trotted out to reception but only just caught her. She was at the door with her coat on talking to James before she left. Mondays was her half day and she was going looking at furniture that afternoon.

First morning okay? She inquired.

Yes, very smooth. Just need to sort some lunch now. Is there anywhere round here that I can get a decent sandwich?

There was the blare of a car horn from the car park.

My Eddie. Marilyn informed me with her hands clasped in front of her and a little sideways bob which I would come to think of as her trademark.

James held the door open and gestured for us to go through.

I was going to suggest that since you're with me this afternoon we grab a bite to eat and then go straight out. Does that sound alright?

Marilyn waved and skipped off across the car park to a large, black Toyota double cab that was waiting by the road.

Sounds great. Right on cue my stomach let out the most enormous gurgle and we laughed.

The pick up horn pipped again and a hand waved over the roof from the driver's side. James!

He waved back. We stood chatting for a little longer whilst Marilyn climbed in her ride and it pulled away, then we got into James' little Audi TT and went to lunch. I liked James, he was fun and chatty. We did a circuit round the town centre and he pointed out places I might be interested in. He parked outside a small cafe called The Blue Duck. I didn't ask why, even if he knew, it was probably a long story. Not much to look at but the food is great. Inside was basic but clean and he was right about the food. The coffee was fantastic and the sandwich! It was huge, the bread roll was delicious and no-one could accuse them of skimping on the filling. We ate and he got me up to speed on essential gossip. I was liking him more and more. Marilyn was a widow, her husband had passed away about five years ago. The pickup belonged to her son, Eddie. They were like a second family to him because he and Eddie had been best mates since the first day of primary school. There were hints that James was not particularly close to his own family but he didn't elaborate. Roisin was rather shy but a bit of monkey once you got to know her. Apparently she was a carbon copy of her mum, as were all her sisters. You'll know one of Roisin's when you see them. When we got back to the practice after rounds it would be Roisin and Lucy Ryan on desk. He didn't say much about Lucy but the subtext was he didn't like her very much. Stuart had divorced some years ago and there was talk of a ladyfriend in Barnstable but no-one had met her. The practice nurse, who would be in tomorrow, was Tasha, rather vivacious and a bit of a beer monster on the quiet. I liked the sound of her!

Sandwiches finished and coffees drained, we got back in the car and I got a guided tour of the area. Most of the coastal hamlets were Combe something or other and we made a few house calls close to the sea. Our route then took us inland. All the roads were narrow and twisty with high hedgerow sides. Once or twice when a big vehicle was oncoming it was a bit hairy but James was used to it and it didn't even register with him. As we crested hills and each little valley was prettier than the one before I wondered if it was possible to fall in love with a place. I'd been very taken with the bleak beauty of Exmoor and the sweep of the coast when I came down for interview. The more I saw the more I wondered if, when the time came, I would want to leave. When we were done we took the scenic route back and James kindly stopped at a village store so I could get some groceries in. We got back to the practice at six but it was Stuart's late night so it was still open. Roisin was just getting ready to go home and another receptionist was at the station where Marilyn had been earlier. I know I can't really talk but she looked like she could do to lose a few pounds. I thought she could shed a few pounds if she went easier on the makeup but it was probably a self esteem issue. I would soon realise how wrong I was! I couldn't explain why but I suspected that Marilyn's station was the practice manageress' spot and there was a bit of a pecking order thing going on.

I'm Lucy! she declared.

I'm sure you are, dear, I thought to myself. It was more the way she said it than what she said.

I'm Grace. Pleased to meet you. I stuck my hand out so she couldn't avoid shaking it without being incredibly rude. Let's establish a little dominance here.

Slightly phased, she shook the offered hand.

I hope you're going to enjoy your brief time with us. Code for 'you're not stopping so I still outrank you'.

Oh, everyone has been so lovely so far I might decide to stay. Code for 'So stay on my good side.'

James handed her his notes, Enjoy.

She shot him a dirty look.

I'll walk you round, He took my elbow and made it clear I was leaving. As we walked to the car he warned Watch yourself. Lucy hates anyone prettier than she is.

She must hate most people.

He guffawed. And to think I was worried about you.

Forewarned is forearmed.

We retrieved my sad and lonely shopping for one from his car boot and, gentleman that he was, he carried it to the door for me.

Erm, listen, He began after I had opened the door and taken the bags from him. I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me and my partner on Friday?

Aw bless! I'd love to.

He's an amazing cook

Aaah! Does he have a speciality?

Do you like spicy?

Love it! I'll need your address and directions.

He beamed, I'll jot them down tonight and let you have them tomorrow.

He turned to go.

James? He turned back. Thank you. I am a long way from home and on my own. I really appreciate your kindness.

He actually blushed before he turned once more and trotted off to his car. See you tomorrow! He called and waved before disappearing inside.

I watched him drive off and felt like I'd made a friend today. I wasn't quite so lonely. I took my shopping for one inside and closed the door.

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Tuesday was another eight thirty start but a late finish. I noticed James' car was there at quarter to, so goodness knows what time he had arrived. I wandered round at eight. Lucy and Marilyn were on desk and four surgeries would be running. The practice nurse had started already so I would have to wait to meet her. I checked the brew list in the kitchen, made cuppas for everyone and then settled in to Consulting Room 3. The morning was busy. There were a couple of emergencies so no coffee break slots. By the time I finished, Tasha the practice nurse, was out on her rounds. It was going to be a quiet afternoon. James was on a course and Stuart was doing his home visits first and then going to a PCT meeting. Marilyn had been given the afternoon off so that just left me, Lucy and Tasha, when she got back after lunch. The afternoon was steady and we got a break so I made coffee for me and teas for Lucy and Tasha. The nurse was still busy so I left hers in the kitchen and took Lucy's out to desk.

There you go!

Thank you. How did things go with James yesterday?

Fine. It's a lovely area, isn't it?

He's gay, you know. She said smugly, thinking it was news to me.

I was aware. And just because one cowbag deserves another I added. I am having dinner with them on Friday. Apparently his significant other is a bit of a whizz in the kitchen.

Not to be outdone, Ironic that he should be best buds with Eddie.

Eddie? I walked into that one. Her face lit up because she had gossip to impart.

Yes. Marilyn's boy. Well, I say boy. Must be well into his forties now.

I was shocked, I didn't think she was old enough. I obviously didn't guard my expression and Lucy sensed she had gained the upper hand in the conversation.

Yes, absolute hound dog. A local joke is 'what's the difference between Eddie Langsett and chicken pox? There are still women who haven't had chicken pox' She laughed loudly at her own joke. I was really starting to dislike her.

He must be very charming, very attractive or both then. I observed. I was reasonably sure she would not be saying this in front of Marilyn. Unless I was very much mistaken, Mrs Langsett would have torn her a new one.

Determined not to lose control of the conversation, Lucy waved a hand dismissively. Oh yes, very handsome. Was after me for ages, but, well, who wants chicken pox. I was wearing my best doctor face to hide my scepticism.

Not only is this woman a bitch, she's not even an intelligent one.

Lucy misread my silence for encouragement to continue.

Tasha's been with him, you know. Oh yes. Mind you, she's Eddie in a skirt, so no surprises there.

Why hasn't someone punched this woman's lights out by now?

Still at least she can get hold of antibiotics.

I stifled a laugh, the nerve of the woman! Lucy assumed I was laughing with her not at her, and took it as further encouragement.

Course Marilyn dotes on him. It would break her heart if she knew the truth. Funny though, him and James. The gay boy and the skirt chaser. Could she be anymore offensive? Yes, I would find out later.

Oh, I hear my phone! Not very original but I didn't care. I trotted off to Room 3.

Talk later! She called

Doubt it, I thought.

I hid in my room for the rest of the afternoon. Fortunately I was busy so I don't think it was too obvious. Someone had rung for a child with a temperature, so that was my last emergency slot taken. There were no breaks so I didn't get out of my room to meet the practice nurse that afternoon either.

Chapter Two

The next couple of days flew by and the next thing I knew it was half past five on Friday. Good as his word, James had given me his address and directions. I'd also got his mobile and house phone numbers. All I needed now was his inside leg measurement! The boy was thorough, I'll give him that. It was a half hour drive so that gave me easily enough time to shower, sort out fresh clothes and put a bit of war paint on. I was intrigued with James' partner. James was well groomed but in no way camp and I have to admit I'd been a bit surprised he had a boyfriend. Gay or straight, James was quite a dish and I was itching to see what his other half looked like. Since I didn't have to dress to impress I settled on a pair of overpriced but very flattering black bootcuts and my 'Bon Temps Football' T-shirt. Hair up, a lick of makeup and I was hot to trot.

I arrived at ten past seven. Having decided that it was not the done thing to turn up empty handed I made a slight detour when I spotted a supermarket and grabbed a bottle of white and one of red. James had an apartment in a rather chi-chi waterfront complex. Very swish, I noted on my way up. I rang the doorbell and then bent to release the hem of my jeans which had got stuck on my boot heel. The door opened and I straightened up. Expecting James, I had a big smile and my hand out. It wasn't James. OMG!!!! James' partner was drop dead gorgeous! The absolute personification of tall, dark and handsome shook my hand and for a moment I forgot to breathe. Bloody Hell! I was stunned. Oh James: you lucky, lucky man! I was so stunned I forgot to let go of his hand and we stood there for several moments, holding hands over the threshhold.

Oh! Sorry! I apologised, finally letting go. I'm Grace. I thrust the bottles at him.

Eddie. Come in. He stepped back. Eddie? Yes, I was sure I'd heard James talk about an Eddie.

I couldn't help but notice as I walked past that he smelt as good as he looked. 6'2", long strong legs, dark and moody looking. Oh James! This guy must have a club Tshirt somewhere printed with 'Born To Fuck!'

He showed me into the lounge and we stood there a bit awkwardly. So, erm, Eddie.... How long have you been gorgeous? No, I did manage to show some self control. James tells me you like to cook. Lame!

He did? The Gorgeous One looked surprised.

Well, he said you were really good at it and, you know, people usually enjoy what they are good at.

He was looking at me as if he were trying to decide if I were on drugs or just stupid.

Would you like a drink? Distinct West Country accent, uber sexy!

I'd rather have a deep hole to crawl into. Yes please. Anything soft. I'm driving. Well, not now obviously. But I will be. Later. When I go home. I'm babbling aren't I?

A bit. Orange juice suit you?

I nodded and he disappeared. Get a grip! Pull yourself together! I'd expected James' boyfriend to be good looking because James was. I hadn't expected this visceral response to someone so firmly off limits. I decided I'd better sit down because knowing my luck I'd trip and spill juice all over my host's beige carpets.

After a few moments James appeared. Sorry, I was in the shower. Is Eddie getting you a drink?

Yes, thanks.

What do you think to him?

How graphic do you want me to be? He's .... very attractive, isn't he?

Really? You think so? He looked pleased.

James, he's bloody gorgeous! I may as well be honest with him.

James beamed. Knew you'd like him. I was touched that my approval of his boyfriend meant so much to him. I'll just go and see what's keeping him.

He's probably hiding from the crazy lady you invited round, I thought.

A few minutes later they both came back. James' lounge had three big settees in a U shape around a coffee table and they took an end each of the one opposite me. I suspected they were being very 'proper' until they knew me better.

So, how long have you two known each other? A safe opening line.

Eddie and I have been friends since primary school. We were in the same class. Marilyn's son? Eddie?

Somewhere at the back of my mind a red flag was waving, something someone had said. I was so shocked by my reaction to Eddie I ignored it.Oh right! The Toyota pick up! And how long have you been.... together?

Eddie squinted at me and repeated Together?

James' eyes went wide and then he started to laugh.

Eddie looked at James who was now trying hard to stifle his laughter.

Sorry, Eddie's not my partner. I should have mentioned I'd invited another friend round as well. Raj, my boyfriend, isn't here yet. He was late setting off.

The Gorgeous One looked distinctly unamused. Shit, shit, shit! Soft lips set in a hard line.

Sorry. Well, that was a little awkward. Note to mouth, remember to consult brain before opening in future. Brain announced it was so mortified it was now shutting down completely. It took its little red flag and left the building. I knew there was stuff I should remember about Marilyn's boy, Lucy type stuff, but I'd been so shocked at her attitude that none of what she had said had sunk in.

No, my bad. James was still chuckling.

Something else occurred to me. So, Eddie, I'm guessing you're not a very keen cook either?

Tall, dark and handsome shook his head and that incredible face was perfectly straight.

Emergency rations from M&S since chef couldn't get here in time.

Right on cue the doorbell rang.

I'll get it. Mr Moody and Magnificent looked like he would be glad of any excuse to leave the room.

When he'd gone I put my hand over my mouth and looked at James. I am soooo sorry. I think I have got off on the wrong foot here.

James waved it away. My fault entirely. Easy mistake to make.

The door opened and very attractive and very flustered Asian guy walked in. Hi! Sorry I'm late. Nightmare! I'm Raj. What's Ed so pissed off about? He leap frogged from sentence to sentence. A human whirlwind. Very direct. I liked him already.

I'm Grace and I think it's me. I am completely socially inept. If I haven't offended you within thirty-seconds of meeting you, you probably have the hide of a rhino. I stuck my hand out to him.

Hmm, my type of gal. He shook my hand. Nice, firm handshake.

He plonked himself down next to James and gave him a peck on the cheek. So, what did I miss?

Eddie sauntered back in and took the third settee.

Other than me making an idiot of myself? Not much. I confessed.

You're covering Jo's maternity leave? Where were you before? Raj began his inquisition. He reminded me of Janie!

Yorkshire. West Yorkshire.

Thought I detected an accent. Always been a GP?

No, got to Reg in gynie and obs before moving to general practice.

Significant other? Wicked smile, Or others?

Not any more.

Kids?

Couldn't eat a whole one. Holy moley! He was so like Janie it was scary!

He made me smile. Yes, I was increasingly sure he was my kind of guy.

Sum up Raj for me, in a couple of sentences. I decided to turn the tables on him. My turn to do some grilling.

From Northampton. Studied London. Senior Reg cardiology Bristol. Hoping to be a consultant soon.

That's the job. What about the man?

Honey, Raj IS his job. Except for the time I manage to drag him away down here! James sounded not entirely happy but very resigned.

I was aware Eddie seemed to be out of the conversation. What about you, Eddie? Other than you don't like cooking?

Oh, nothing so high powered. As he waved the question away I noticed his hands. They were big and strong. Think about something else, I sang to myself.

Come on Ed. Or I will make stuff up. James warned. Personally, I would have quite liked to hear what James could make up.

Okay. Local boy, never done much, never been anywhere. No big career. And making no big effort to hide the fact you'd rather be somewhere else. Well, I wish you were somewhere else too!

James glared at him. Eddie's a builder. When he's not doing that he's a beach bum. Every weekend you'll find him clad in rubber and on a board or in a boat.

Hmm, Eddie in rubber, there was an interesting mental image! Just as long as he didn't open his mouth.

And piped up Raj, his pride and joy is that truck of his. Touch that and he will kneecap you!

Eddie gave him a sarcastic smile.

Oh come on! I only scratched the bumper a little bit.

Oops. Raj was shaping up to be a scream. Eddie was shaping up to be an arrogant bore.

So, Eddie, do you have a boyfriend or are you currently single? I thought it was a reasonable question. There was an audible gasp from James, and Raj nearly slammed his face on the coffee table trying not to hoot. Shit! If looks could kill I was a dead woman. Eddie's expression suggested I might like to throw myself under a bus, sometime soon!

No. I do not have a boyfriend.

I'd hit a sore spot so I tried to empathise. Bad break up?

Raj was almost in tears and James looked like he was ready to throw himself under the bus with me.

I am straight.

Oh God, yes! A skirtchaser, that was what Lucy had called him. That was what I had been trying to recall. In my panic I almost said it out loud.

Oh. I looked at the other two for some sort of support but James was too horrified and Raj had to excuse himself, just checking dinner! I could hear him laughing in the hall.

Well, one person's loss is another's gain. Despite my fervent prayers, the settee did not come to life and swallow me whole. After a moment or two Raj came back and continued as if I hadn't just made a complete ass of myself.

The conversation started again on safer ground and before we knew it dinner was ready.

James dished up whilst Raj showed me to the dining room. Eddie sulked along behind us.

Dinner was very acceptable. James and Raj had several glasses of social lubricant and were loosening up hilariously. They were joking and making fun of each other something evil. I noticed Eddie stuck to orange juice same as me. Faced with these three gorgeous, smart, funny men I felt like Godzilla. James and Raj made me feel like I'd known them for years. Eddie was very aloof and cool. I guessed that I had burnt my boats there. I got the impression that Eddie was staying over, so at midnight I left them to it and drove back to the flat. All in all a great evening. I felt I'd made two new friends anyway.

Saturday, I treated myself to a lie in before I went to the beach. I took a picnic blanket and a flask of coffee. I stopped to get a sandwich at The Duck and had lunch on the sand. I texted James to thank him for a lovely evening and perhaps I could return the favour? I got an immediate reply. He'd enjoyed it too. What did I think to Raj and Eddie?

I sent back that I adored Raj. Within minutes he replied, what did I think of Eddie? I decided to be honest and texted, 'V V handsome, but knows it. Doesn't like me much.' Within seconds I received 'LOL' and a smiley face.

The day drifted pleasantly away as I lay on the sand, in the sun, listening to the seagulls and daydreaming about a handsome guy in rubber who didn't like me very much. In the evening I rang Janie. It was good to hear her voice. As usual all was chaos and mayhem in her world. By the time we hung up I was so home sick I could have cried.

Sunday was not much more productive. I went back to the supermarket in Barnstable and did a big grocery shop. I got back and struggled to find somewhere to put everything. Too many groceries and too few cupboards. After all this time I still instinctively shopped for two. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...I repeated to myself. It was my mantra when things weren't good.

In the evening I got another text. 'Grace. Hi this is Marilyn. Fancy lunch out tomorrow? James and I (poss Rois) going to cafe. You very welcome to join us.'

I sent back 'Yes Pl.' I was never organised enough to make lunch. I had to either do without or buy a sandwich. Lunch and company, even better.

Chapter Three

Monday again. Only about another twenty-eight to go. Still, at least I had lunch to look forward to. Monday's patients were all routine. One or two were slightly irritating but that wasn't a criminal offense. The phones were quiet so the cups of coffee were plentiful. Lunchtime came and Roisin had to cover desk so it was just James, Marilyn and me. Marilyn, being the smallest, climbed in the back of James' car and I got to ride shotgun.

Where are we going? I asked.

The Duck. Marilyn replied.

Roisin was late in this morning. Anything the matter?

Ah! Quite the opposite. She giggled to herself but said no more.

Alright, James gave in, I can tell you are dying to fill us in so don't be coy.

Well, Roisin has a suitor!

She had all sorts of interesting expressions. When she had found out I was divorced, she had asked me if I was courting. Courting, it conjured images of an altogether more chivalrous time. The rest of the short drive was spent speculating on the poor lass' love life. Just as well that she had to cover desk or we couldn't have talked about her.

We pulled up a few spaces down from The Duck and tumbled out. I noticed a black pickup but dismissed it. Nah, couldn't be. Turned out it was. We walked in to the cafe and Eddie was seated at a table for four. Not as smartly dressed but still just as gorgeous, he was obviously waiting for us. My heart sank into my boots.

Hey Mum, James, Grace! He seemed to struggle saying my name. I wanted the chair furthest from him but James nabbed it. I wasn't keen on either of the others so I stood back and let Marilyn go first. She sat next to him so that left me with opposite. James passed me a menu. The sandwich had been fantastic but I quite fancied a jacket potato. Oh dilemma. I was aware that Eddie was watching me. He must think I'm such an idiot. I looked up and gave him an apologetic ' sorry for being me, do you think we could be friends?' sort of smile. I was caught completely off guard by the shy smile I got in return. He hadn't smiled much on Friday and when he did it was in a slightly condescending way. This smile was very boyish and completely devastating. It was gone as suddenly as it had been there, leaving me wondering if I'd imagined it.

Orders in, we started discussing the day and were buried in conversation when the food arrived. The jacket potato was enormous, if I finished it I would want to sleep all afternoon. I noticed that both Marilyn and James spoke to Eddie a lot but seemed to get short or one word answers in return. He didn't strike me as the shy type but as we have already established I do sometimes get these things spectacularly wrong. It seemed to me to be an interesting dynamic, more like a family, mum out with her two adored sons. Marilyn didn't work Monday afternoons so she was in no hurry. James was on home visits again and I had a routine surgery so he was going to drop me off on his way. When it was time for us to go Marilyn and Eddie ordered another coffee and looked set for the afternoon. He might be a bit arrogant but he obviously thought the world of his mum. One redeeming feature then. James and I walked out to the car.

On the way back, James was thoughtful.

Penny for them?

Oh, sorry. Miles away. And he was driving! So Grace, what did you think to Eddie today?

Still handsome, still doesn't like me. Loves his mum though, that's a big point in his favour.

He's a good bloke, you haven't seen him at his best.

I knew I would kick myself but I had to ask. So, what's the score with him? He said he was straight; is there a girlfriend or a Mrs Eddie?

James' huge grin immediately told me I was going to regret this line of inquiry. Why? Are you interested?

God, no! Last thing I need. Just wondering, he seems hard work but I guess if you're that good looking, women make allowances.

Single, no girlfriend at the moment. Like I said, you're not seeing him at his best. He's normally charming and fun.

Just shy with people he doesn't know?

No, not really. Just with you.

I'm not sure how to take that.

James laughed. Give him time, he will grow on you. Eddie is a bit.... damaged goods.

Handsome, single and damaged goods. Catnip. I was definitely staying away from him! I laughed, My next fella is going to be someone plain but emotionally stable and low maintenance!

Yeah right! Good luck with that!

He pulled up outside the practice. Fancy dinner again sometime?

Love to. My turn to cook, if you think you could spend an evening in the practice flat! When's Raj next down? I think he's fantastic.

Not this weekend. We take it in turns. Weekend after. You inviting Eddie?

Is it a deal breaker?

He laughed and I got out.

See ya tomorrow, James. Have to go and tease Roisin about her 'suitor'.

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Tuesday came and went mostly without incident. Once or twice I could have sworn Marilyn was looking at me strangely but it was probably something I'd said at the cafe. I didn't think I'd come out with anything offensive but then again, sometimes I just didn't think full stop.

Wednesday was really quiet. There was only me and Marilyn in. After morning surgery I did a few house calls and then at lunchtime I suggested we have a butty and a brew in the flat.

It's a bit... well...impersonal, isn't it? She observed of the flat.

Hmm, it could do with a few homey touches but it'll do until Easter.

I could see she was thinking. Have you thought about a winter let?

Not really. The flat is free and I still have to pay the mortgage on the house in Yorkshire. I had made a huge effort not to call it 'my home'.

Off season rents are really quite reasonable. We have a holiday house. It's not rented out in winter, with all the work involved getting it ready and cleaning it between weekly lets, it just isn't worthwhile. If one occupant took it all winter it wouldn't need that and the rent could be really low.

I appreciated what she was trying to say but right now I didn't want any unnecessary expenditure, who knew what I'd be doing in six months?

I'll bring you the details in. She patted my arm.

Thursday, Marilyn gave me a print off of some house details. I have to admit it looked lovely but it looked expensive. She scribbled some numbers and directions across the top. Speak to my Eddie about it.

I was a little reluctant, I wasn't looking to rent and I certainly wasn't looking to cross paths with Eddie again.

Go on. Promise me you'll speak to him about it.

Why did I need to speak to him about renting a house off her? Perhaps he looked after her business interests or she felt more comfortable not dealing directly with a colleague.

We'll see.

Friday, more of the same.

Did you ring my Eddie?

Aaaaaarrrggghhh! No. I will this weekend. I promise.

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When I woke on Sunday it was sunny and unseasonably warm, more like early August than late September. What to do? I knew what I should do. I should get Marilyn off my back by speaking to Eddie. Nuts! I crawled to the kitchenette, so not very far. Kettle on, check. Jar of coffee out, check. I gazed out of the window. A walk would be a good idea; I patted my behind. Once my morning fix was made, I wandered back to the lounge to find my phone. It was charging on the coffee table and underneath it was the print off of the house details Marilyn had given me; Eddie's details were scrawled across the top. Well, here goes nothing. I unplugged the phone and dialed the number. It was ringing. 'Please be out, please be out.' The answerphone kicked in.

Hi, you've reached Eddie Langsett. I'm not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the tone and I'll call you back. Still loved that accent.

Probably still in bed with some woman. Why did that annoy me?

Hi Eddie, this is Grace O'Donnell. Your mum is driving me crazy about this rental house. I'm going for a walk this afternoon, thought I'd swing by yours if it's okay. No biggy if it's not, I'm walking anyway. If you get this and its not convenient you can call or text. Bye. Call ended. One job done now just the rest of the morning to waste. A stroll to the newsagents and a Sunday paper passed the time pleasantly until lunch. Soup and a roll for lunch then it was afternoon. As I washed up I looked out of the kitchen window. Crap, it was still sunny. I had been hoping for rain so I wouldn't have to call on Eddie. I checked my phone. No, no messages to say don't come by.

With a heavy heart I changed my sandals for trainers and then I couldn't think of anything else to delay me so I grabbed