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Authors: Cathy Woodman
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capable … and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.’
‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ I murmur.
‘That’s what I’m hoping.’ Alex kisses the tip of my nose. ‘I do love you, Maz.’
Where has that come from? I wonder. We’ve been going out together for four months now and that’s the third time he’s volunteered that in words, not merely with gestures. You see, it’s such a novelty, I’m still counting. I look up into his eyes, his pupils dark and dilated, his expression gentle.
‘I love you too,’ I say, melting into his embrace until Alex tears himself away, his breathing rough and ragged, to check his watch.
‘The first race is at ten past ten,’ he says, with a groan of regret that matches mine. ‘I’ll grab a coffee and breakfast, then we’ll get going. You are coming with me?’
‘Yes … I’ll need to drop home to change,’ I say, glancing down at Alex’s robe. It’s hardly suitable attire for a day at the races – I don’t want to let Alex down when the Talyton Manor Vets are on duty at the course.
‘I’d like to see if they’d let you in the Members’ Enclosure in that.’ Alex grins. ‘I expect I could persuade them, but I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate, knowing what you’re wearing underneath.’
‘I’m not wearing anything,’ I say, then realise he’s teasing as he reaches out for the tie at my waist. ‘I thought you were in a hurry,’ I go on, my voice faint with anticipation.
‘I am, but sometimes everything else has to wait …’
Chapter Four
First Cut
‘Would you like a tapeworm with that?’ Izzy asks me as I pour a strong black coffee from the machine in the staffroom first thing. It’s Thursday, a few days after the New Year do up at the Manor, and I still feel upset at Sophia and her comments about ladettes and chavs. Whether she meant it or not, it was extremely tactless and bad-mannered.
‘Mrs King brought it in for you.’ Izzy holds out a jam jar.
‘How kind,’ I say, examining it, ‘and straight after breakfast too.’
‘I said we’d put up some wormer and flea control for Cleo.’
‘I’ll do it.’ I print out labels in the consulting room and stick them on the required boxes before taking them into Reception, where I catch up with Izzy again. She’s apparently taken issue with Shannon’s hair. Yesterday, it was her uniform, and the day before, it was the fact she was two minutes late for work.
‘I’m not wearing that thing,’ Shannon says, her voice quavering. ‘I don’t know where it’s been.’
‘It’s a rubber band,’ Izzy says, pinging it off a bundle of post. ‘Now, put it on.’
Shannon takes it from her, holding it by the tips of her finger and thumb, and it occurs to me that if she’s squeamish over a rubber band, what’s she going to be like when faced with something truly repellent like a cat abscess?
‘Izzy, you sound like one of those trainers on Dog Borstal ,’ I say, stepping in. ‘Shannon, if you get your hair caught, you could end up scalped.’
‘Could I?’ she says, in a way that makes me start worrying she’s into self-harm as well as vampires. (I found her absorbed in reading Twilight during her lunchbreak.)
‘It’s unhygienic,’ Izzy says. ‘Vets don’t like hair dangling in their ops.’
Slowly, Shannon pulls back her hair, twists it up and fastens it back with a couple of throws of the rubber band.
‘That’s better,’ says Izzy. ‘Let’s see if we can find you something to do.’
‘Shannon can help out with the ops later this morning,’ I suggest. ‘There’s always something to do in theatre.’
‘The freezer could do with defrosting,’ Izzy says.
It isn’t vet nursing though, is it? How will Shannon learn anything useful if all Izzy lets her do is the cleaning?
I have a quiet word with Izzy later, while we’re preparing Petra, a white German shepherd dog, for surgery.
‘I can’t let her loose on the patients yet,’ Izzy says,
‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ I murmur.
‘That’s what I’m hoping.’ Alex kisses the tip of my nose. ‘I do love you, Maz.’
Where has that come from? I wonder. We’ve been going out together for four months now and that’s the third time he’s volunteered that in words, not merely with gestures. You see, it’s such a novelty, I’m still counting. I look up into his eyes, his pupils dark and dilated, his expression gentle.
‘I love you too,’ I say, melting into his embrace until Alex tears himself away, his breathing rough and ragged, to check his watch.
‘The first race is at ten past ten,’ he says, with a groan of regret that matches mine. ‘I’ll grab a coffee and breakfast, then we’ll get going. You are coming with me?’
‘Yes … I’ll need to drop home to change,’ I say, glancing down at Alex’s robe. It’s hardly suitable attire for a day at the races – I don’t want to let Alex down when the Talyton Manor Vets are on duty at the course.
‘I’d like to see if they’d let you in the Members’ Enclosure in that.’ Alex grins. ‘I expect I could persuade them, but I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate, knowing what you’re wearing underneath.’
‘I’m not wearing anything,’ I say, then realise he’s teasing as he reaches out for the tie at my waist. ‘I thought you were in a hurry,’ I go on, my voice faint with anticipation.
‘I am, but sometimes everything else has to wait …’
Chapter Four
First Cut
‘Would you like a tapeworm with that?’ Izzy asks me as I pour a strong black coffee from the machine in the staffroom first thing. It’s Thursday, a few days after the New Year do up at the Manor, and I still feel upset at Sophia and her comments about ladettes and chavs. Whether she meant it or not, it was extremely tactless and bad-mannered.
‘Mrs King brought it in for you.’ Izzy holds out a jam jar.
‘How kind,’ I say, examining it, ‘and straight after breakfast too.’
‘I said we’d put up some wormer and flea control for Cleo.’
‘I’ll do it.’ I print out labels in the consulting room and stick them on the required boxes before taking them into Reception, where I catch up with Izzy again. She’s apparently taken issue with Shannon’s hair. Yesterday, it was her uniform, and the day before, it was the fact she was two minutes late for work.
‘I’m not wearing that thing,’ Shannon says, her voice quavering. ‘I don’t know where it’s been.’
‘It’s a rubber band,’ Izzy says, pinging it off a bundle of post. ‘Now, put it on.’
Shannon takes it from her, holding it by the tips of her finger and thumb, and it occurs to me that if she’s squeamish over a rubber band, what’s she going to be like when faced with something truly repellent like a cat abscess?
‘Izzy, you sound like one of those trainers on Dog Borstal ,’ I say, stepping in. ‘Shannon, if you get your hair caught, you could end up scalped.’
‘Could I?’ she says, in a way that makes me start worrying she’s into self-harm as well as vampires. (I found her absorbed in reading Twilight during her lunchbreak.)
‘It’s unhygienic,’ Izzy says. ‘Vets don’t like hair dangling in their ops.’
Slowly, Shannon pulls back her hair, twists it up and fastens it back with a couple of throws of the rubber band.
‘That’s better,’ says Izzy. ‘Let’s see if we can find you something to do.’
‘Shannon can help out with the ops later this morning,’ I suggest. ‘There’s always something to do in theatre.’
‘The freezer could do with defrosting,’ Izzy says.
It isn’t vet nursing though, is it? How will Shannon learn anything useful if all Izzy lets her do is the cleaning?
I have a quiet word with Izzy later, while we’re preparing Petra, a white German shepherd dog, for surgery.
‘I can’t let her loose on the patients yet,’ Izzy says,
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