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for the virago to speak again. Angus needed oxygen. He needed round-the-clock nursing, and if he didn’t get it…
    â€˜My sister’s not well,’ the woman snapped.
    So what was new? ‘No one’s well,’ he said bitterly. ‘And there’s only me to deal with it. I need to do three more house calls before dinner. Can you move your car, please?’
    â€˜You’re a doctor?’ she asked blankly, and he sighed.
    â€˜Yes. I’m Dr Jake Cameron, Angus’s doctor.’
    â€˜You don’t look like a doctor.’
    â€˜Would you like me to wear a white coat and stethoscope? Here? An hour ago I was shifting cows blocking the track to my next patient. This is not exactly white-coat country.’
    â€˜I thought you might have been a nephew.’
    â€˜You are indeed a close family,’ he said dryly. ‘Does your sister need medical attention?’
    â€˜No, but—’
    â€˜Then, please, move your vehicle. I’m two hours late and you’re making me later.’
    She wasn’t listening. ‘Is there anyone else we can talk to?’
    â€˜Angus is alone.’
    â€˜In that huge house?’
    â€˜He’s accustomed to it,’ he told her. ‘But if it’ll make you happier, he won’t be here much longer. He’s being transferred to the Dolphin Bay nursing home tomorrow. It’d be much easier to call there, don’t you think? But if you’re thinking of pushing him to change his will, don’t bother. You bring a lawyer near him and I’ll call the police.’
    She gazed straight at him, her eyes wide and assessing.
    â€˜Why are you being horrible?’
    â€˜I’m not being any more horrible than I have to be. Angus is weary to death of family pressure and I’m in a hurry.’
    â€˜So be nice to me fast. Tell me why we can’t see the earl.’
    He sighed. He’d had this family up to his ears. ‘Angus has severe breathing difficulties,’ he told her. ‘He’s settled for the night and if you think he’s coming downstairs to indulge a couple of money-grubbing—’
    â€˜You see, there’s the problem,’ she said, and her own anger was palpable. ‘You’re treating us as if we’re something lower than pond scum. We don’t even know Angus. We never knew he was an earl or that he was living in something that looks like a cross between Disneyland and Camelot. And as for money-grubbing—’
    He was hardly listening. He couldn’t. He was so late! He’d promised Mavis Hipton that he’d look in on her this afternoon, and he knew she needed more analgesic to make it though the night. Mavis suffered in stoic silence. She wouldn’t complain, but he didn’t want her suffering because of these two.
    He glanced at his watch. Pointedly. ‘You said you’re family,’ he told her. ‘Why do you know nothing? You’re not making sense.’
    â€˜My sister was married to one of Angus’s nephews,’ she told him, standing square in front of him, making it quite clear he wasn’t going anywhere until she had answers. ‘Susie’s never met her husband’s family, and she’d like to.’
    â€˜Especially now he’s dying,’ he snapped. It had only been this afternoon that he’d fielded yet another phone call fromKenneth, and Kenneth had been palpably pleased to hear that Angus was failing. The phone call had left Jake feeling ill. And now…was this Kenneth’s wife?
    He didn’t have time to care.
    â€˜I need to go.’
    â€˜We didn’t know Angus was dying,’ she snapped, her colour mounting. ‘As far as we knew, Rory’s uncle Angus was as poor as a church mouse, but he’s all the family Rory had—except a brother he didn’t get on with—so we’ve come all this way to see him. Of all the appalling things to say, that we’re