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What was happening here?

Sure, Tessa was one different woman, and sure, the valley needed another doctor, but Tessa lived in the States, for heaven's sake! She had nothing to do with him. She was here for maybe a week.

Which was all very sensible, Mike thought. But logic didn't account for the way his heart lurched when he saw her.

Marion Lennox
has had a variety of careers—medical receptionist, computer programmer and teacher. Married, with two young children, she now lives in rural Victoria, Australia. Her wish for an occupation that would allow her to remain at home with her children, her dogs, the cat and the budgie led her to attempt writing a novel.

Bachelor Cure
Marion Lennox

PROLOGUE

M
IKE
L
LEWELLYN
pushed the dark curls out of his eyes and looked wildly around him. The mountains where he lived had always seemed his friends and, heaven knew, he stood in need of friends now. His bony shoulders trembled, and his hands clenched into fists of helplessness.

Sixteen years old was too young an age to face this. The doctor was here now, but Mike knew in his heart that it was too late.

Over and over, the doctor's words played in his mind.

‘You should have called me sooner, you stupid boy. Don't you realize your mother's dying?'

Yes, he did know, and the accusation was unfair. He'd phoned over and over again, but the doctor's wife hadn't helped a bit.

‘He's out. That's all I know. Don't ask me where he is. He's just out.'

After scores of frantic phone calls, the whole district had started searching, but the locals knew what the doctor would be doing. He'd be somewhere with a woman who wasn't his wife, and he'd probably be drunk. The valley's only doctor would have no intention of being found.

In the end the doctor had arrived back at the sur
gery full of drunken bluster, saying he'd had his radio on all the time and no one had called him.

Liar!

‘The man's a liar,' Mike said to the mountains, and tears of frustration and rage welled behind his eyes. He blinked them back but others came fast to replace them.

And at that moment he made himself a silent vow. It was a promise he made to nothing but the mountains, but it was a vow he intended to keep for the rest of his life.

‘I'll be a doctor myself,' he swore. ‘I'll be the best doctor I can make myself and I'll come back here and work. And that's all I'm going to do. No woman's ever going to interfere with my work. There's no way anyone else in this place will die like this—not if I can help it. No matter what happens now…'

And then he turned to face what was happening inside. He turned to face the emptiness of his future.

CHAPTER ONE

T
HERE
was a girl in red stilettos lying in Henry Westcott's barn. Or rather, she was lying under Henry Westcott's pig.

Mike had met the police car at the gate. ‘There's someone mucking around at Henry's place,' the sergeant had told him curtly. ‘Jacob saw the light from his place. Want to back us up—give us a bit more manpower?'

He didn't. Jacob Jeffries was a rifle-toting bone-head, and the thought of making a posse with him was enough to make Mike queasy. Still, Sergeant Morris was the only policeman in the district and he'd helped Mike out of tight spots in the past. Checking deserted farmhouses for thieves was risky, and Jacob might look tough but, given any real danger, he'd run a mile.

So he'd come, leaving Strop guarding his precious Aston Martin. But now…

Mike stopped dead as the police sergeant threw open the barn door and flooded the place with light. They'd been expecting petty thieves, or maybe even Henry himself, but they certainly hadn't been expecting this.

The girl was lying flat in the straw, her arm immersed to the elbow in pig. She was young—in her
twenties, from the look of her—slightly built and fiery.

Fiery?

Yes. Definitely fiery. She was practically all scarlet. The girl was wearing a tiny, tight-fitting, crimson skirt. The slim legs stretched out behind her on the straw were clad in clear stockings with a crimson seam, and her feet were clad in red stilettos. She was wearing a white blouse, but her flaming curls were tumbling about her shoulders and hiding most of it so he could mostly see just legs and redness.

Mike couldn't see her face. Her face was pressed into the straw and the rest of her was hidden by pig. What on earth…?

‘OK. You're covered. Stand up slow, then raise your hands over your shoulders.' Unlike Mike and Sergeant Morris, Jacob knew exactly what to do. He'd seen it on the telly. He'd been expecting criminals and Jacob didn't change his mind fast. ‘Be careful,' the sergeant had told him before he'd flung open the door. ‘Whoever's inside could be armed.' So Jacob was in threat mode.

‘Don't even think about producing a gun,' he barked, waving his rifle in the direction of the pig and the wonderful red stilettos. ‘Throw down any weapons.'

‘Jacob,' Mike said faintly. ‘Shut up.'

He was the first to move. The girl had been using a kerosene lamp to see by, but Sergeant Morris had a heavy searchlight which was now flooding the barn with light. The sergeant stood, shocked into stillness. Jacob waved his gun while he tried to figure things
out, and Mike walked forward to see what was happening.

The girl's face was turned away from him on the straw. He stepped over her and crouched so he could see more.

She had a great face. She had gorgeous clear skin, and big green eyes, and a slash of crimson lipstick the exact shade of those ridiculous shoes…

Her face was contorted in agony.

The girl had a bucket of soapy water beside her which told its own story. He winced in sympathy. Ouch! He knew what that was for.

Mike had come out here tonight because Henry Westcott was missing, believed dead. He knew how fond Henry Westcott was of his pig, and checking on Doris was something he could do for an old man he was fond of. He'd visited Doris the day before, and he knew her time was near.

So the piglets were on their way—sort of. He winced again. Lifting the bucket, he poured soapy water gently over the girl's elbow as she penetrated the birth canal.

The girl gave a grunt of what might have been called gratitude. Her arm came out an inch or so to get some more lubrication and she went straight back in. The pig's body heaved and the girl gave a sob of pain.

Hell!

He didn't need to be told what was happening here. The pig's belly was so swollen, there had to be more than half a dozen piglets trying to get out. But now… Something was clearly obstructing the birth canal.
The girl was trying to clear it and it was no wonder she looked like she was in pain. Every time the sow had a contraction, massive muscles would be squeezing this girl's arm with power beyond endurance.

‘I said stand up,' Jacob barked behind them, but he was ignored. The police sergeant sighed and lifted Jacob's rifle so it wasn't pointing downwards, but the girl didn't care. She was only intent on one thing. The pig.

Mike could only admire her singlemindedness.

Once, when he'd been a junior resident in a large teaching hospital, he'd been watching open heart surgery when the fire alarm had sounded and the smell of smoke had wafted through Theatre. The hospital staff had reacted in well-ordered panic, but the surgeon had kept right on operating.

‘Forget the alarm,' he'd growled. ‘You can have any fire you like, but not until I have this closed!'

That determination was what he saw again in this girl's face. She was in pain and Jacob's threats must have got through to her, but she was concentrating on one thing and one thing only—clearing the birth canal.

There was nothing he could do to help. There certainly wasn't room in the birth canal for two of them.

‘Talk me through it,' he said urgently, his face almost touching the girl's. ‘What's going wrong?'

‘There's a piglet stuck…'

She had a voice to match her face. It was exhausted and pain-filled, but it was soft and lilting and…gorgeous!

‘You can feel it?'

A contraction hit. Doris's body strained in a massive movement of muscle and the girl's body jerked sideways.

‘You can't do this,' he said savagely, and he put his hands on her shoulders to try and draw her out. Hell, she'd break every bone in her arm.

‘No. No! I can feel a hoof. Leave me!'

She shoved herself further forward. ‘More water,' she gasped. He splashed a bit more water over her arm and then took the bar of soap and ran it around the vaginal entrance. If he had time… He had lubricants in the car…

‘I have it,' she whispered. ‘One. Two. Three… Don't muck me up now. I have four hooves. Please, Doris, hold the contractions… I have to push…'

‘What the…?'

‘There're four hooves coming down at once and the head's right back,' she muttered into the pig, and he didn't know if she was talking to him or to herself. ‘It's stuck like a cork. I need to get it up. I need to push…'

Another contraction. It jerked Tessa's arm, hauling her body with it.

She was so slight!

She had to be slight to succeed. No man could get his arm into that canal. Cows maybe, but not pigs.

‘Bring the light over,' Mike ordered, his eyes not leaving the girl's face. There was agony written there, but also sheer, bloody-minded determination. ‘Jacob, go and get my bag from the car.'

‘But what's happening?' It was taking Jacob a long time to work out he was in on a birth, rather than
taking part in a criminal raid. He sounded totally bewildered.

‘We're having piglets,' Mike said into the stillness. ‘At least I hope we are.'

His hands came down and held the girl's shoulders, gripping hard, letting her move as she willed but giving her support when she needed it so the pig's contractions stopped jerking her sideways.

He was trying to let her feel she wasn't alone. It was all he could do, and it wasn't enough. He felt utterly helpless in the face of her pain.

Who on earth was she?

He could feel the effort she was making. Once each contraction had passed, she put everything she had into shoving the piglet forward, upward and higher. During the contraction she concentrated on holding it back and not letting her efforts be wasted. He could feel her whole body straining.

She must know some obstetrics. The only way to get the piglet out if it was firmly wedged was to push it back and turn it.

Was she a vet—
in those stilettos
?

And then he felt the piglet give—a minuscule amount but he felt the girl's body jerk forward and she gave a gasp of sheer relief.

‘Turn, damn you. Turn,' she muttered, as her own body changed position. ‘Please…'

Her shoulder twisted and her face screwed up. The crimson lipstick looked almost surrealistic.

And then her shoulder twisted still more. She gave a grunt of surprise and pain. The sow's body con
tracted in one huge mass of muscle and the girl's arm came sliding out.

Her hand was grasping one dead piglet.

The piglet slid limply onto the straw. The girl shoved it away as if it was of no importance—as indeed it wasn't—and then she shoved her hand into the soapy water and moved again to reinsert it.

It wasn't needed.

The contraction didn't ease. It became a rolling crescendo of muscle power, and another piglet slid out onto the straw. This one was alive.

It was followed by another.

It was as if a cork had been pulled from a champagne bottle. Doris's exhausted body heaved with every ounce of energy she had left, and minutes later the girl was in the middle of a squirming, bloody mass of living piglets.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight live piglets.

Mike was so stunned he could hardly count, but Doris knew. As the last of the piglets was expelled from her body, the massive sow moved her head around to see what she'd finally produced.

The girl looked up into the sow's face and grinned—heavens, what a grin! She tried to lift one of the piglets around to its mother.

Her arm didn't work. She gave a whimper of pain and the piglet fell back onto the straw.

Mike gave her a long, searching look and then he took over. At least he could help with this. He lifted each of the piglets in turn to lie under its mother's eye.

After three piglets, the police sergeant finally came
to his senses. He'd been watching in stunned silence, playing the floodlight over the birth. Now he set his searchlight down on a bale of hay and started ferrying piglets.

Which left Mike to concentrate on the girl.

She was exhausted.

No longer needed, she wilted. She lay back on the hay and clutched her arm as if it might fall off. Her face was dead white, her lipstick was smeared and there was the glimmer of tears in those gorgeous eyes.

Jacob came pelting back into the barn with Mike's bag and the crazy gun still waving.

‘I've got it. I've got it,' he told them, and skidded to a halt inches from Mike. Mike put a hand up and took the gun—followed by the bag.

‘That's great, Jacob,' he said calmly. He lifted the dead piglet and put it into the big farmer's hands. ‘Now, go and bury this before Doris figures it's alive and starts protecting it.'

‘Why the hell…?' Jacob stared down at the battered little body lying in his hands. ‘We still don't know what she's doing here and you want me to bury this? Why?'

‘Because it's dead, Jacob.'

‘Oh. Yeah.' Jacob stared down at the body in his hands. ‘Right.' He looked over at the policeman. ‘You don't need me any more? For her, I mean?'

‘I think we can handle this,' the sergeant told him dryly. Then, as Jacob moved to take his rifle back from Mike, the policeman shook his head. ‘No, Jacob. Leave the gun here. It's not needed.'

‘But…' Jacob was clearly uneasy about giving up
his crook-chasing role. He cast an uncertain glance at the girl. ‘We don't know who she is. She could be anyone. We dunno.'

‘No,' the sergeant said. ‘But I think we can assume she's not here to steal anything. And if she runs…' He grinned. ‘I reckon we can catch her in those heels.'

The sergeant was right. The girl wasn't going anywhere.

As Jacob carted the unfortunate piglet towards the door, the girl pushed herself up to a sitting position and gazed about her. She put a bloodied hand up to push back her curls, and left a gory streak down the side of her face.

She looked young and crazily vulnerable.

She looked hurt.

She'd only used one arm to push herself up. Now she brought her good arm over and cradled the other arm against her breast.

‘Let me see,' Mike said gently, crouching before her and putting a tentative hand on her arm. She winced and pulled back, and the look of pain in her face deepened.

‘No. I need… I need…'

‘She must be on drugs,' Jacob interrupted knowledgeably, pausing before he walked out the door with the dead piglet. He still wanted the criminal element here. He'd come expecting crooks and he was determined to find some. ‘I'll bet that's what she's up to here, Sarge. You can't tell me normal women wear shoes like this. She'll be on drugs.'

‘Drugs!' The pain from her shoulder jabbed again
like a hot poker. Mike could see it in her face. The girl was bloodied, filthy and hurting, and she was so exhausted she could hardly speak. She looked exposed and humiliated. And now…

Now, suddenly, her overwhelming emotion was anger. Mike watched it running through her, supplanting the pain. She hauled herself to her feet. With her good arm, she shoved her skirt down in a futile attempt at dignity, and she glared at Mike and the policeman for all she was worth. Five feet six of flaming virago facing two unknown males! She wasn't scared, though, Mike saw. She was too plain angry to be scared, and…she really was beautiful!

‘Who are you?' he asked mildly, and that was the last straw.

‘Who am I?
Who are you?'
she demanded. ‘Who the hell are
you
? You're on my grandfather's property. What gives
you
the right to demand to know who
I
am? To talk about drugs? What gives you the right to come here with guns?'

And then, suddenly, it was all too much. The girl's shoulder had jerked as she'd pulled herself upright. He could see in her eyes that the pain was indescribably fierce. So fierce she couldn't bear it.

She gasped and staggered, and she would have fallen, but Mike was right there, holding her tightly by her good arm, stopping her from falling and propelling her down onto one of the tumbled bales of hay.

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