‘What’s plan C?’
‘Hitting him over the head with an extremely hard object. I thought it might bring him to his senses.’
Evanna managed a smile. ‘I’m relieved he doesn’t know. Can you imagine how awkward it would be if he found out how I felt?’ She gave a shudder and Kyla looked at her thoughtfully.
‘Maybe it would just be a relief.’
‘I don’t think public rejection could ever be a relief,’ Evanna said flatly. ‘It’s bad enough loving him, without him knowing. At least spare me that.’
‘But if he knew, maybe he’d—’
‘Don’t.’ Evanna interrupted her with a lift of her hand. ‘Just don’t even go there! You can’t change a man’s feelings. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
She let herself through the door that connected with Logan’s house and relieved Meg, who had been looking after Kirsty all morning.
The weather was stifling and Kirsty hot and short tempered and they spent the afternoon playing and reading books under the shade of the weeping willow.
Once Logan arrived home, Evanna made for the door, ruthlessly squashing the temptation to linger and chat. And be with him.
‘Craig is tearing my bathroom to pieces so I need to go and scowl at him just to be sure he doesn’t get too carried away. Looking at the mess at the moment, I can’t believe it’s ever going to look even half-decent.’
She arrived home to find her cottage in chaos. The front door was open and half her old bathroom was lying in the front garden.
‘Remind me never to contemplate having anything more adventurous than the bathroom done.’ She picked her way through a pile of dust and rubble. ‘Craig, tell me that this is going to look good when you’ve finished. Please, tell me that.’
He pushed his hair out of his eyes with a grubby hand and grinned. ‘It’s going to be stunning. The taps arrived today. They’re great. You’ve got good taste, Nurse Duncan.’
Evanna sighed and tried not to look at the mess. ‘So how long am I going to be without a bath?’
‘A few days. I hear the helicopter was out twice on Sunday.’
‘Yes.’ Evanna tried not to look at the mess. ‘Typical August, really.’
‘And you’ve been helping Dr MacNeil with the little one.’ Craig rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. ‘The man needs a wife. I dare say he’ll meet someone else soon enough.’
Was it her imagination or was he giving her a funny look? ‘Very possibly, but in the meantime he’s managing perfectly well on his own.’ Evanna remembered what Logan had said about everyone telling him he’d meet someone else. ‘He’s doing fine.’
‘Still—nice of you to help him.’
‘I’ve known Logan since I was born,’ Evanna said evenly. ‘He’s one of my closest friends.’
‘Of course he is. And you and Kyla have been thick as thieves since you were both in nappies.’ Craig stared out across her garden. ‘Sometimes you don’t notice something when it’s been in your face all your life.’
Was it that obvious to everyone? ‘Craig—’
‘He’s single. You’re single. Seems perfect to me.’
Evanna stared at him with a mixture of exasperation and embarrassment. Was everyone thinking the same as Craig? ‘Anna Brice is single, too, Craig,’ she said in a tart voice. ‘Why not just pair her up with him.’
‘Possibly because she’s eighty-six on her next birthday.’ Craig scratched his arm. ‘It isn’t just because you’re both single that I think you’d be good together. You’re friends. Everyone can see that.’
‘Marriage is about far more than just friendship,’ Evanna said briskly, and Craig gave a nod.
‘Perhaps. But it’s a good start.’
Evanna thought of th
e passion that Kyla and Ethan shared. She thought of the looks they exchanged and the way that they touched all the time. It was as if they couldn’t be near each other and not be joined.