Festive Fling with the Single Dad
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Annie Claydon
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CHAPTER ONE
UP CLOSE, HE looked even more...
More outdoorsy. Taller and blonder and... Just more. A two-day beard covered a square jaw, and his mane of shoulder-length hair was tied at the nape of his neck. His casual shirt and worn jeans gave the impression of an off-duty Norse god, and Flora McNeith resisted the temptation to curtsey. It was slightly over the top as a greeting for a new neighbour.
āHi. Iām Flora. From next door.ā She gestured towards her own cottage, tugging at Dougalās lead in a fruitless attempt to get him to sit down for just one moment. āWelcome to the village.ā
He looked a little taken aback when she thrust the food box, containing half a dozen home-made mince pies into his hands. It might be more than three weeks until Christmas, but the lights of the Christmas tree in the village had already been turned on, and in Floraās book any time after September was a good time for mince pies.
āThatās very kind.ā His voice was very deep, the kind of tone that befitted the very impressive chest that it came from. And it appeared that whatever kind of deity Aksel Olson was, language and communication werenāt part of his remit. He was regarding her silently.
āI work at the Heatherglen Castle Clinic. I hear that your daughter, Mette, is a patient there.ā Maybe if she explained herself a little more, she might get a reaction.
Something flickered in his eyes at the mention of his daughter. Reflective and sparkling, like sunshine over a sheet of ice.
āAre you going to be part of Metteās therapy team?ā
Right. That put Flora in her place. Apparently that was the only thing that interested Aksel about her.
āNo, Iām a physiotherapist. I gather that your daughter is partially sighted...ā Flora bit her tongue. That sounded as if everyone was gossiping about him, which was half-true. The whisper that Metteās father was single had gone around like wildfire amongst the female staff at the clinic. Now that Flora had met Aksel, she understood what the excitement was all about.
āYou read the memo, then?ā Something like humour flashed in his eyes, and Flora breathed a small sigh of relief. Lyle Sinclair must have told him about the memo.
āYes. I did.ā Every time a new patient was admitted a memo went round, introducing the newest member of the clinicās community and asking every member of staff to welcome them. It was just one of the little things that made the clinic very special.
āWould you like to come in for coffee?ā Suddenly he stood back from the door.
āOh!ā Akselās taciturn manner somehow made the words he did say seem more sincere. āI shouldnāt... Dougal and I are just getting used to each other and I havenāt dared take him anywhere for coffee yet. Iām afraid heāll get over-excited and do some damage.ā
Aksel squatted down on his heels, in front of the ten-week-old brindle puppy, his face impassive.
āHi, there, Dougal.ā
Dougal was nosing around the porch, his tail wagging ferociously. At the sound of his name he looked up at Aksel, his odd ears twitching to attention. He circled the porch, to show off his new red fleece dog coat, and Flora stepped over the trailing lead, trying not to get snagged in it. Then Dougal trotted up to Aksel, nosing at his outstretched hand, and decided almost immediately heād found a new best buddy. Finally, Aksel smiled, stroking the puppyās head.
āIām sure weāll manage. Why donāt you come in?ā
Two whole sentences. And the sudden warmth in his eyes was very hard to resist.
āIn that case... Thank you.ā Flora stepped into the hallway and Dougal tugged on his lead in delight.
He took her coat, looking around the empty hallway as if it was the first time heād seen it. There was nowhere to hang it and he walked into the kitchen, draping it neatly over the back of one of the chairs that stood around the table. Flipping open a series of empty cupboards, he found some packets of coffee and a small copper kettle, which seemed to be the only provisions heād brought with him.
Dougal had recovered from his customary two seconds of shyness over being in a new environment and was tugging at the lead again, clearly having seen the young chocolate-coloured Labrador that was sitting watchfully in a dog basket in the far corner of the kitchen. Flora bent down, trying to calm him, and he started to nuzzle at her legs.
āKari. Gi labb.ā In response to Akselās command, the Labrador rose from its bed, trotting towards them, then sitting down and offering her paw to Flora. Flora took it and Kari then started to go through her own getting-to-know-you routine with Dougal.
āSheās beautiful.ā The Labrador was gentle and impressively well trained. āThis is Metteās assistance dog?ā
Aksel nodded. āKariās staying with me for a while, until Mette settles in. Sheās not used to having a dog.ā
āPart of the programme, up at the clinic, will be getting Mette used to working with Kari. Youāll be taking her there when you visit?ā
āYes. I find that the canine therapy centre has some use for me in the mornings, and Iāll spend every afternoon with Mette.ā
āItās great that youāre here to give her all the support she needs.ā
He nodded quietly. āMetteās sight loss is due to an injury in a car accident. Her mother was driving, and she was killed.ā
Flora caught her breath. The rumours hadnāt included that tragic detail. āIām so sorry. It must be incredibly hard for you both.ā
āIt is for Mette. Lisle and I hadnāt been close for some years.ā
All the same, he must feel something... But from the finality in his tone and the hint of blue steel in his eyes, Aksel clearly didnāt want to talk about it. She should drop the subject.
Kari had somehow managed to calm Dougalās excitement, and Flora bent down to let him off the lead. But as soon as she did so, Dougal bounded over to Aksel, throwing himself at his ankles. Aksel smiled suddenly, bending towards the little dog, his quiet words and his touch calming him.
āSorry... Iāve only had him a couple of days, Iām looking after him for Esme Ross-Wylde.ā Aksel must know who Esme was if he was working at the canine therapy centre. Charles and Esme Ross-Wylde were a brother and sister team, Charles running the Heatherglen Castle Clinic, and Esme the canine therapy centre. āHeās a rescue dog and Esmeās trying to find him a good home.ā
āYou canāt take him?ā Akselās blue gaze swept up towards her, and Flora almost gasped at its intensity.
āNo...no, Iād like to but...ā Flora had fallen in love with the puppy almost as soon as sheād seen him. Heād been half-starved and frightened of his own shadow when heād first been found, but as soon as heād been given a little care his loving nature had emerged. The strange markings on his shaggy brindle coat and his odd ears had endeared him to Flora even more.
āIt wouldnāt be fair to leave him alone all day while you were at work.ā Akselās observation was exactly to the point.
āYes, thatās right. I drop him off at the canine therapy centre and they look after him during the day, but thatās a temporary arrangement. Dougalās been abandoned once and at the moment he tends to panic whenever heās left alone.ā
Aksel nodded. A few quiet words to Kari, that Flora didnāt understand, and the Labrador fetched a play ball from her basket, dropping it in front of Dougal. Dougal got the hint and started to push it around the room excitedly, the older dog carefully containing him and helping him play.
Aksel went through the process of searching through the kitchen cupboards again, finding a baking sheet to put the mince pies on and putting them in the oven to warm. The water in the copper kettle had boiled and he took it off the stove, tipping a measure of coffee straight into it. That was new to Flora, and if it fitted exactly with Akselās aura of a mountain man, it didnāt bode too well for the taste of the coffee.
āI hear youāre an explorer.ā Someone had to do the getting-to-know-you small talk and Flora was pretty sure that wasnāt part of Akselās vocabulary. He raised his eyebrows in reply.
āIt said so in the memo.ā
āI used to be an explorer.ā The distinction seemed important to him. āIām trained as a vet and thatās what I do now.ā
āIāve never met anyone who used to be an explorer before. Where have you been?ā
āMost of South America. The Pole....ā
Flora shivered. āThe Pole? North or South?ā
āBoth.ā
That explained why sheād seen him setting off from his cottage early this morning, striding across the road and into the snow-dappled countryside beyond, with the air of a man who was just going for a walk. And the way that Aksel seemed quite comfortable in an open-necked shirt when the temperature in the kitchen made Flora feel glad of the warm sweater she was wearing.
āSo youāre used to the cold.ā
Aksel smiled suddenly. āLetās go into the sitting room.ā
He tipped the coffee from the kettle into two mugs, opening the oven to take the mince pies out and leading the way through the hallway to the sitting room. As he opened the door, Flora felt warmth envelop her, along with the scent of pine.
The room was just the same as the kitchen. Comfortable and yet it seemed that Akselās presence here had made no impact on it. Apart from the mix of wood and pine cones burning in the hearth, it looked as if heād added nothing of his own to the well-furnished rental cottage.
Kari had picked the dog toy up in her mouth, and Dougal followed her into the room. She lay down on the rug in front of the fire, and the puppy followed suit, his tail thumping on the floor as Kari dropped the toy in front of him.
āHeāll be hot in here. I should take his coat off.ā Flora couldnāt help grimacing as she said the words. Dougal liked the warm dog coat sheād bought for him, and getting him out of it wasnāt as easy as it sounded. Perhaps heād realise that they were in company, and not make so much of a fuss this time.
Sadly not. As soon as he realised Floraās intent, the little dog decided that this was the best of all times for a game of catch-me-if-you-can. When she knelt, trying to persuade him out from under the coffee table, he barked joyously, darting out to take refuge under a chair.
She followed him, shooting Aksel an apologetic glance. His broad grin didnāt help. Clearly he found this funny.
āHe thinks this is a game. Youāre just reinforcing that by joining in with him. Come and drink your coffee, heāll come to you soon enough.ā
Right. The coffee. Flora had been putting off the moment when good manners dictated that sheād have to take her first sip. But what Aksel said made sense, and he obviously had some experience in the matter. Flora sat down, reaching for her mug.
āThis is...nice.ā It was nice. Slightly sweeter than she was used to and with clear tones of taste and scent. Not what sheād expected at all.
āItās a light roast. This is a traditional Norwegian method of making it.ā
āThe easiest way when youāre travelling as well.ā A good cup of coffee that could be made without the need for filters or machines. Flora took another mouthful, and found that it was even more flavoursome than the first.
āThat too. Only I donāt travel any more.ā He seemed to want to make that point very clear, and Flora thought that she heard regret in his tone. She wanted to ask, but Dougal chose that moment to come trotting out from under the chair to nuzzle at Akselās legs.
He leaned forward, picking the little dog up and talking quietly to him in Norwegian. Dougal seemed to understand the gist of it, although Flora had no idea what the conversation was about, and Aksel had him out of the dog coat with no fuss or resistance.
āThat works.ā She shot Aksel a smile and he nodded, lifting Dougal down from his lap so that he could join Kari by the fire.
āYouāre not from Scotland, are you?ā He gave a half-smile in response to Floraās querying look. āYour accent sounds more English.ā
He had a good ear. Akselās English was very good, but not many people could distinguish between accents in a second language.
āMy fatherās a diplomat, and I went to an English school in Italy. But both my parents are Scots, my dad comes from one of the villages a few miles from here. Cluchlochry feels like home.ā
He nodded. āTell me about the clinic.ā
āSurely Dr Sinclairās told you all you need to know...ā
āYes, he has.ā Aksel shot her a thoughtful look, and Flora nodded. Of course he wanted to talk about the place that was going to be Metteās home for the next six weeks. Aksel might be nice to look atāstrike that, the man was downright gorgeousābut in truth the clinic was about all they had in common.
The first thing that Aksel had noticed about Flora was her red coat, standing out in the feeble light of a cold Saturday morning. The second, third and fourth things had come in rapid and breathtaking succession. Her fair hair, which curled around her face. The warmth in her honey-brown eyes. Her smile. The feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he liked her smile, very much.
It was more than enough to convince Aksel to keep his distance. Heād always thought that dating a woman should be considered a privilege, and it was one that heād now lost. Lisle had made it very clear that he wasnāt worthy of it, by not even telling him that theyād conceived a child together. And now that he had found out about his daughter, Mette was his one and only priority.
But when heād realised that Flora worked at the clinic, keeping his distance took on a new perspective. He should forget about the insistent craving that her scent awakened, it was just an echo from a past heād left behind. Heād made up his mind that being a part of the clinicās community was a way to help Mette. And his way into that community had just turned up on his doorstep in the unlikely form of an angel, struggling to control an unruly puppy.
Heād concentrated on making friends with Dougal first, as that was far less challenging than looking into Floraās eyes. And when sheād started to talk about the work of the childrenās unit of the clinic, heād concentrated on how that would help his daughter. His daughter. Aksel still couldnāt even think the words without having to remind himself that he really did have a daughter.
āIāve arranged with Dr Sinclair that Mette will be staying at the clinic full time for the first week, to give her a chance to settle in. After that, sheāll be spending time at the weekend and several nights a week here, with me.ā
āOh. I see.ā Floraās eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Aksel knew that the arrangement was out of the ordinary. Dr Sinclair had explained to him that most residents benefited from the immersive experience that the clinic offered, but heād listened carefully to Akselās concerns about being separated from Mette. The sensitive way that the issue had been handled was one of the reasons that Aksel had chosen the Heatherglen Castle Clinic.
Flora was clearly wondering why Mette was being treated differently from other patients, but she didnāt ask. Aksel added that to the ever-growing list of things he liked about her. She trusted the people she worked with, and was too professional to second-guess their decisions.
āMette and I are still working on...things...ā He was the one who needed to do the work. He was still practically a stranger to Mette, and he had to work to prove that she could trust him, and that heād always be there for her.
āWell, Iām sure that whatever you and Dr Sinclair have agreed is best.ā She drained her cup and set it down on the small table next to her chair. āIām going to the clinic to catch up on a few things this afternoon. Would you mind if I dropped in to see her, just to say hello and welcome her?ā
āThank you. Thatās very kind...ā Sudden joy, at the thought of seeing Flora again turned his heartbeat into a reckless, crazy ricochet. āIāll be going in to see her this afternoon as well.ā
āOh...ā Flora shot him an awkward smile, as if she hadnāt expected that eventuality. āWould you like a lift?ā
āThanks, but Kari needs a walk.ā Kari raised her head slightly, directing her melting brown gaze at Aksel. Flora appeared to be taking the excuse at face value, but there was no getting past Kari.
Heād explain. On the way to the clinic, heād tell Kari about yet another dark place in his heart, the one which made it impossible for Aksel to get too close to Flora. Heād confide his regrets and Kari would listen, the way she always did, without comment.
Dougal had been persuaded to say goodbye to his newfound friends and had followed Flora through the gap in the hedge, back to her own front door. When they were inside, she let him off the lead and he made his usual dash into the kitchen and around the sitting room, just to check that nothing had changed while heād been away.
She leaned back against the door, resisting the temptation to flip the night latch. Locking Aksel out was all she wanted to do at the moment, but it was too late. He was already giving her that strong, silent look of his. Already striding through her imagination as if he owned it. At the moment, he did.
But if Flora knew anything about relationships, she knew that losing the first battle meant nothing. Aksel might have taken her by surprise, and breached her defences, but she was ready for him now.
Not like Tom... Eighteen, and loving the new challenges of being away from home at university. Her first proper boyfriend. So many firsts...
And then, the final, devastating first time. Flora had gone with Tom to visit his family for a week, and found his parents welcoming and keen to know all about her and her family. But when sheād spoken of her beloved brother, they hadnāt listened to anything sheād said about Alecās dry humour, his love of books or how proud Flora was of his tenacious determination to live his life to the full. The only two words theyād heard were ācystic fibrosisā.
Tomās parents had convinced him that his relationship with Flora must end. She had desperately tried to explain. She might carry the defective gene that caused cystic fibrosis, but she might not and if her children developed the condition then it would be a result of her partner also carrying the gene. Tom had listened impassively.
Then Flora had realised. Tom had already understood that, and so had his parents. Pleading with him to change his mind and take her back would have been a betrayal, of both Alec and herself. Sheād gone upstairs and packed her bags, leaving without another word.
āWhat do you think, Dougal?ā The puppy had returned to her side, obviously puzzled that she was still here in the hallway, and probably wondering if she was ever going to find her way to the jar in the kitchen that held the dog treats.
No answer. Maybe Dougal had that one right. Heād been abandoned too, and he knew the value of a warm hearth and a little kindness. Flora had found a home here, and she needed nothing else but her work.
āWeāre going to find you a home too, Dougal. Somewhere really nice with people who love you.ā Flora walked into the kitchen, opening the jar of dog treats and giving Dougal one, and then reaching for a bar of chocolate for herself.
Chocolate was a great deal more predictable in the gamut of feel-good experiences. Aksel might be blood-meltingly sexy, and far too beautiful for anyoneās peace of mind, but the few fleeting affairs sheād had since the break-up with Tom had shown Flora that desire and mistrust were awkward bedfellows. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and her body had lost its ability to respond. Sex had left her unsatisfied, and sheād given up on it.
If you could trust someone enough...
It was far too big an if. Sheād kept the reason for her break-up with Tom a secret, knowing that it would hurt Alec and her parents beyond belief. They didnāt deserve that, and neither did she. It was better to accept that being alone wasnāt so bad and to channel all her energies into her work and being a part of the community here in Cluchlochry.
The next time she saw Aksel, sheād be prepared, and think of him only as a new neighbour and the father of one of the clinicās patients. When it came to thoughtless pleasure, she had chocolate, which made Aksel Olsonās smile officially redundant.
