The Doctor's Surprise Bride

He looked out the window to Eliza’s car and grimaced. ‘Is that your Mustang?’

Eliza’s gaze shifted to the now dusty red duco of her car. ‘That’s my baby.’

‘How much fossil fuel does it use?’

She glanced in the direction Mary had disappeared but relief wasn’t in sight. There were undercurrents. ‘That depends how I drive it, Doctor.’

When she looked back at him his face was hard. ‘And how do you drive it?’

She shook her head. ‘What possible interest could that be to you?’

She thought he wasn’t going to answer that one but he did and she almost wished he hadn’t. ‘I don’t like waste of life and a car like that just isn’t as safe as the modern vehicles of today.’

‘I’ll be at work tomorrow. Don’t worry.’ She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her car keys. ‘Please, tell Mary I’ll catch up with her later. Goodnight.’

Eliza didn’t gun the engine but she would have liked to. Jack Dancer, emotionally scarred human being—she’d known it. Someone up there was plotting against her, although she had to admit Jack had had a tough couple of years.

Jack watched the dust ball disappear down the road just as he’d watched another car when his wife had left him to settle back into the city. He turned at the sound of Mary’s footsteps and she crossed to his side and kissed his cheek.

‘I think she’ll be good for the town,’ Jack said.

‘She could be good for you,’ Mary said slyly.

His emotions were still too mixed when it came to Eliza May. ‘I didn’t come here to talk about Eliza.’

‘Why not? We talked about you.’

Jack lifted his brows but refused to bite. Mary lowered herself into a chair. ‘So why did you come?’

‘To see you.’