He looked over at me. “Needed a change of pace. I was working in a very busy clinic in Leith in Edinburgh and I just wanted a little quiet. This surgery has more doctors than some of the city clinics, which means I can take my time withpatients rather than rushing them out of the door like they’re an inconvenience.” Dr. Phillips handed Callie the prescription. “Bring little Harley back if you don’t see a difference in a week or if she’s getting worse.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Aye, thank you, Doctor.” I grinned at him and I swear I saw a little flush on his cheeks before Callie led us out.
As soon as we were outside, my sister-in-law frowned at me. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You were flirting with my doctor.”
“Was I?” I shrugged as I opened the door to Callie’s SUV and placed her bag inside. “He was good-looking and being all sweet to my niece. It flipped my flirt switch.”
Callie chuckled but shook her head. “Well, just keep in mind that three weeks ago, you told a man you were in love with him. The last thing you need is another guy messing with your head.”
“I know. It’s just harmless flirting,” I promised. It was nice for a minute not to think about Fyfe and the crushing emotions that accompanied thoughts of him.
“Eilidh, right?”
I looked up from the rosé selection in William’s Wine Cellar and stared into the handsome face of Dr. Cameron Phillips.
It had been two days since Harley’s appointment, and I was searching for a couple of bottles of wine to go with the Italian dinner I was making for my family this evening. Mum and Dad were always working so hard, so I’d roped Mor into helping me. Lewis and Callie were bringing Harley over too.
“Hi.” I blinked, surprised to see the doctor so soon. I didn’t know why. Ardnoch was a tiny place and it was inevitable we’d run into each other. “Yes. Eilidh.”
“Cameron.” He gestured to himself.
I smiled. “I remember.”
“Special evening planned?” Cameron gestured to the wine.
“For my parents. I’m staying in their guest annex for a while and thought I’d make dinner to say thank you.”
“Oh, you don’t live in Ardnoch permanently?”
I stiffened. Did he not know who I was? A slight thrill coursed through me at the thought. “Now I do. But I’ve just returned home after a few years away working.”
He leaned in, looking genuinely interested. “What do you do for work?”
He didn’t.
He didn’t know who I was.
A flutter of excitement caused my lips to curl at the corners. “Acting.”
Cameron winced. “That’s a hard game. But I guess being near a place like the Ardnoch Estate is inspiring. So … it just didn’t work out?”
Oh my goodness, this was hilarious and amazing all at once. And I technically wasn’t lying when I replied, “No, it wasn’t for me. I’ve come home to rediscover myself. Does that sound terribly self-indulgent?”
“Not at all. I think it’s great that you have family support so you can do that. When I told my friends and family I was leaving Edinburgh for the middle of nowhere in the Scottish Highlands, they all thought I was having a midlife crisis.”
“You’re not old enough for a midlife crisis.”
“That’s what I said.” He grinned, pleased. He had a very nice smile. I even felt a flicker of attraction.
“So … did you come here alone?” Not exactly subtle.
Cameron rubbed a hand across the nape of his neck as if slightly embarrassed. “All alone. My fiancée and I broke up, which was another reason for the move.”
