Zac ran to Nick, wagging his tail. Nick bent down and stroked him. Megan smiled at how good Nick was with him.
‘Right, old boy, let’s get you sorted.’ Nick opened his case and pulled out a syringe. Very carefully he injected the vaccine into Zac’s neck. Megan watched his gentle hands administer the needle: Zac hadn’t flinched. ‘There, all done.’ He patted the dog’s head and stood up. ‘That’s him seen to for another six months. You need to give Zac his worming tablet with his next meal.’
‘Will do,’ Megan smiled. ‘And thanks again. I dread to think what would have happened to him if I hadn’t taken him in.’
Nick looked hurt. ‘Iwould have had him, Megan.’ His eyes looked searchingly into hers, as if she had insulted him.
‘Sorry, Nick, of course you would have,’ she replied. ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’
‘Yes, thanks. It’s been a long day, the surgery was packed full and one of the vets is still on maternity leave, so we’re short staffed at the moment.’
‘It must be such a satisfying job, though, helping all those sick animals?’
He laughed. ‘Yes, but it’s not giving me much free time at the moment. Sometimes it’s just good to spend time doing what you want, with someone you want.’ He stared directly at her. Megan paused. Nick’s eyes slowly looked her up and down. She felt like he was mentally undressing her and she found herself blushing slightly. Coughing, she carried on making the tea and passed him his cup. His fingers touched hers in taking it. Again, his eyes caught hers.
He puzzled Megan. There was something about him she couldn’t define.
