Marion Lennox Mardie and the City Surgeon

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Mardie and the City Surgeon

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9780373741533: Mardie and the City Surgeon

The last person Mardie Rainey expects to see on her doorstep is her childhood sweetheart, Blake Maddock. Fifteen years ago, Blake Maddock had walked away, leaving her teenage heart sore and broken. But now?with a thunderstorm raging overhead?she can't turn him away, nor the injured border collie in his arms?.

Blake Maddock spent his life running from one tragic mistake? Now the frightened boy has become a formidable man?and he's coming back for the woman he has never forgotten.?

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About the Author:

Marion Lennox is a country girl, born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on, because the cows just weren't interested in her stories! Married to a `very special doctor', she has also written under the name Trisha David. She’s now stepped back from her `other’ career teaching statistics. Finally, she’s figured what's important and discovered the joys of baths, romance and chocolate. Preferably all at the same time! Marion is an international award winning author.

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It was a dark and stormy night. lightning flashed. An eerie howl echoed mournfully through the big old house. The lights went out.

She had to stop watching Gothic horror movies, Mardie Rainey decided, as she told Bounce to cut it out with the howling and groped to the sideboard for candles. She especially had to stop watching horror movies on nights when a storm was threatening to crash through her roof.

Bounce, her twelve-month-old border collie, was terrified. Mardie was more irritated than spooked. The vampire had been sinking his fangs when the power went off. Now she'd never learn what happened to the fluff-for-brains heroine who would have been a lot more interesting with fang marks.

What a night. The wind was hitting the chimney with such force it was cutting off the draw, causing smoke to belch into the room. She was down to a few candles and a flashlight.

There was a leak in the corner of the room. She'd put a bucket underneath. Without the sound of the television, the steady plinking was likely to drive her crazy.

She should go to bed.

A crash, outside. A big one.

Bounce stared at the darkened window and whimpered. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

'It'll be one of the gums in the driveway,' she told him, feeling sad. She loved those trees. 'That's for tomorrow and the chainsaw.'

There wasn't a lot she could do about it now.

Bounce was still whimpering.

She took his collar and headed for the bedroom. 'It's nothing to worry about,' she told him. 'We don't have trees close enough to hurt the house. Lightning and thunder are all flashy show, and I warned you about watching vampires.'

Bounce whimpered again and pressed closer. So much for guard dogs.

Normally he slept in the kitchen. Not tonight.

It really was a scary night.

Maybe she did need vampire protection, she conceded as she headed for bed. Bounce might be a wuss but the only alternative was garlic. A girl couldn't sleep with garlic.

'Bed's safe,' she told him. 'The sheep are in the bottom paddock and that's protected. The house is solid. Everything's fine. At least we're not out in the weather. I pity anyone who is.'

Blake Maddock, specialist eye surgeon, should have stayed the night in Banksia Bay, but he wanted to be back in Sydney. Or better still, he wanted to be back in Africa.

He'd wanted to leave Banksia Bay the minute he'd discovered Mardie wasn't there.

What sort of stupid impulse had led him to attend his high school reunion? Wanting to see Mardie? That had been a dumb, sentimental impulse, nothing more. As for the rest, he'd turned his back on this place fifteen years ago. Why come back now?

Nothing had changed.

Or...it had a little, he conceded as he drove cautiously through the rain-filled night. But not much. There'd been births, deaths and marriages, but the town was just as small. People talked fishing and farming. People asked where he was living now, but weren't really interested in his answer. People asked did he miss Banksia Bay.

Not so much. He'd left fifteen years ago and never looked back.

Three miles out of town was his old home—his great-aunt's house. He'd been sent here when he was seven, to forget Robbie.

Ten years ago, sorting his great-aunt's estate, he'd found a letter his father had written to her after Robbie's death.

We don't know where else to turn. His mother never warmed to the twins, to boys. Now... They were identical, and every time she looks at him she feels ill. She's drinking too much. Her friends are shunning her. We need to get the boy away. If we can tell people he's gone to relatives in Australia so he won't be continually reminded of his brother, the pressure will ease. Can we send him to you, for however long it takes until his mother wants to see him again?

And underneath was the offer of a transfer of a truly astonishing parcel of shares of the family company. How much had his parents wanted to get rid of him? He knew now, how much.

So a bereft seven-year-old had been sent to the other side of the world, to a reclusive great-aunt who'd run away herself, years before, after a failed romance. Who'd been kind according to her definition of the word, but who'd lived in the shadow of her own tragic love affair and never spoke about Robbie.

No one spoke about Robbie. No one here knew.

'Don't tell people about your brother,' his father had told him as he saw him onto a plane. 'Least said, soonest mended. I know it wasn't all your fault—your brother was equally responsible. Your mother will accept that in time. Meanwhile, get on with your life.'

His life as a kid no one wanted. His life in Banksia Bay.

It was dumb to have come tonight, he conceded. This had been his place to hide, to be hidden, and he had no need of that now.

And Mardie hadn't even attended.

Mardie had been in the year below him at school. His one true thing.

He remembered the first day he'd attended Banksia Bay School, dropped off by his silent great-aunt, feeling terrified. He remembered Mardie, marching up to him, littler than he was, all cheeky grin and freckles.

'What's your name? Did you bring lunch? I have sardine sandwiches and chocolate cake; do you want to share?'

How corny was it that he remembered exactly what she'd said, all those years ago?

It was corny and it was dumb. It was also dumb to think he might see her tonight. He hadn't thought it through.

He wasn't actually in a frame of mind where he could think anything through. He'd flown in from Africa exhausted. Dengue fever had left him flat and lethargic. It was four more weeks at least before he could return to work, he'd been told.

What work?

Bleak thoughts were all over the place. He'd stayed at his great-aunt's apartment in Sydney, the place she'd kept for shopping. He'd kept it because it was convenient, somewhere to store his scant belongings. It was the only place he could vaguely call home. Listlessly he'd checked mail that hadn't been redirected since he'd been ill, and found the invitation to the Banksia Bay reunion.

And he'd thought of Mardie. Again.

For some unknown reason, during this last illness Mardie had strayed into his thoughts, over and over.

Why? She'd have forgotten him, surely, or he'd be a distant memory, a blur. Theirs had been a childhood friendship, turning into a teenage romance. She'd be well over it. But...he wouldn't mind seeing her.

Could he drive to Banksia Bay and back in a night?

The question hung, persisted, wouldn't listen to a sensible no.

He'd decided years ago that Banksia Bay, the place where his parents had abandoned him, the place where he'd been sent to forget, was a memory he needed to move on from. But now, with his career uncertain, his focus blurred by illness, the reasons for that decision seemed less clear.

And his memory of Mardie was suddenly right back in focus.

Two hours there, four hours for dinner, two hours back. Okay, he'd be tired, but he didn't want to stay in Banksia Bay. Doable.

So he'd put on his dinner suit, driven from Sydney, sat through interminable speeches, too much back-slapping and too many questions. All on the one theme. 'Isn't it wonderful that you're a doctor—have you ever thought about coming home?'

This wasn't home. It was the place he'd been dumped after Robbie.

And of course Mardie wasn't at the dinner. He hadn't realised it was a reunion for just the one class.

He'd left as soon as he could. He should have gone straight back to Sydney.

But the thought of Mardie was still there. He'd come all this way.

Could he casually drop in at ten at night? Um...maybe not.

The trees on the roadside were groaning under the strain of gale-force winds. The windscreen was being slapped with horizontal sleet.

Mardie's farm was right here. If it was daylight he would be able to see it.

Why did he want to see her?

She'd been a kid when he left Banksia Bay. Sixteen to his seventeen. She was probably married with six kids by now.

The impossibility of dropping in was becoming more and more apparent. On a moonlit night, maybe. If he'd rung ahead, maybe. He knew her phone number—he'd had it in his head for twenty years. As he'd left the reunion he'd thought he'd see if her lights were on and then he'd ring, and if she answered, he'd take it from there.

Only of course he'd forgotten there was no cellphone reception out here. Or maybe he'd never known. He'd left practically before cellphones were invented.

Enough. He needed to get back to the highway, put sentiment aside and focus on sense.

Focus on the road.

A blind bend. Darkness. Rain.

Mardie's house was a couple of hundred yards from the road. No lights. So that was that. Maybe she'd moved. Of course she'd moved. Did he expect her life to have stood still?

And then...a dog, right in the middle of the road. He hit the brakes, hard.

If it wasn't wet he might have made it, but water was sheeting over the bitumen, giving his tyres no grip.

His car skidded, planing out of control. He fought desperately, trying to turn into the skid, trying.

A tree was in front of him and he had nowhere to go.

Bounce was quivering beside the bed, flinching at each clap of thunder. Growling at the weird shapes made by lightning.

'You're starting to spook me,' Mardie told him as she snuggled under the covers. 'One more growl and you're back in the kitchen.'

The next clap of thunder sounded almost overhead and suddenly Bounce was right under the duvet.

Farmer with working dog. Total professionals. Ha! She hugged him, taking as well as giving comfort.

'We're not scared,' she told Bounce in her very best Farmer-In-Charge-Of-The-Situation voice.

Thunder. Lightning. The house seemed to tr...

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