Saving The Single Dad Doc. Louisa Heaton

morning, but she’d only had a couple of sips, in her rush to get Grace ready for school, and then her nanna had asked her to help bring down some wool skeins from the spare room she used as a dye room—she needed to get them off in the post. She’d spent so much time running around her tea had gone cold and there hadn’t been time to make a fresh one.

      She sighed with delight as he passed her a hot, steaming mug. ‘Perfect.’

      ‘We’ve got twelve house calls to make today—which doesn’t sound much, but a lot of these patients can talk for ever, so we’ll need to keep an eye on the time.’

      ‘All right. Anything in particular I should know about?’

      He raised an eyebrow and looked uncomfortable. ‘Well, one of the patients is my grandfather, Angus Brodie. He can be a bit of a...a curmudgeon.’