A Family Forever (4 page)

"Okay, that noise it's making is actually a good sign." Victoria carefully removed the box lid. "It means the little guy is angry. He can't be feeling too poorly if he's reacting this way."

Adam watched in rapt fascination as she donned some gloves from her pocket and lifted the tiny, curled-up creature. It was no bigger than a spiny tennis ball. Blood stained the fabric where it had been lying. Victoria turned the animal and spread some spines to reveal the skin.

"You see this puncture wound from the dog's canine. It doesn't look too deep. We're lucky. The biggest risk will be bacterial infection. I'll dose the little guy up with antibiotics when I get him home. I'd say he stands a good chance of recovery."

"Oh, thank goodness." The woman put a hand over her heart. "I felt terrible when Muffin brought the poor little thing inside."

"If you want to know how he's doing, you can call me. Keep an eye out for other baby hedgehogs. They normally have more than one in a litter. Try to make sure your dog doesn't pick up another one."

"We'll be careful," the husband said.

Victoria placed the baby gently back inside the box and carried it out to Adam's car. As he turned to follow, the man pressed a twenty pound note in Adam's hand. "A contribution to the cause," he said. "Perhaps this will pay for the antibiotics or some of its food."

Adam was about to refuse when he realized it wasn't his money to turn down. Victoria probably needed the financial help. After all, she must pay for the animals' food and medicine out of her own pocket.

***

As Adam drove back to Great Monkton, Victoria sank into the soft leather seat and closed her eyes. The inside of his car had that expensive-car smell and the vehicle glided along while the engine hummed with power.

Sophie and Harry chattered together in the back. The happy sound washed over her. Adam remained silent after he'd passed her the twenty pound note, and she had no desire to speak to him for a while. The bombshell he'd dropped on her earlier had left her senses numb. The task of finding new locations to release all the animals she'd relocated at Larchfield was overwhelming.

Part of her wanted to be angry with him, but the situation wasn't his fault. She could see that. And she was partly to blame for the size of the problem. She'd continued releasing animals in the garden at Larchfield all year, knowing the property was on the market and would change hands.

Although Lady Welland had allowed her to use the land, she should have stopped when the old lady died. If she had, the relocation task in front of her would be more manageable.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes to find Adam watching her. "You okay?" he said softly.

"Just thinking." She didn't need to tell him what was on her mind. The flash of remorse on his face showed he already knew. She felt bad for making him feel bad. He'd been kind of nice about everything and he'd offered to help her.

The car turned into the main street at Great Monkton and Adam slowed. "Which is your place?"

"There, with the green gate." As they approached, she tried to see her cottage through his eyes—tiny and a little shabby, she concluded. She didn't have time to keep the small front garden as neat as she'd like, although the rambling roses over the door were beautiful at this time of year.

He stopped at the gate, jumped out, and raced around the car to open the door for her. "Thank you. I thought chivalry was dead," she said, as he lifted the box from her lap and held it while she climbed out.

"Come on, Soph." She gestured for her daughter to hurry up and join her. Harry got out of the car as well.

"Can Harry come and help, Mum?"

Having a stranger help usually made the work take longer, but Victoria did not want to deter a young person who was eager to learn about hedgehogs. And it was great to see Sophie had made a new friend. "That'll be wonderful." She gave Harry a smile and he returned it shyly. She got the impression the boy was a bit of a loner. Spending time with Sophie would do him good.

Adam shut her door and locked his car. "I'll come and lend a hand too."

Victoria's eyebrows rose in surprise. With the huge project he was starting, surely he had other things to do than help her? Although, she was glad he was showing an interest. If she could educate him about hedgehogs, he'd be more willing to consider their needs.

They piled inside the tiny cottage, squeezing into the small kitchen that was really only big enough for two people along with the pine table against the wall. Victoria set the box down and unlocked the back door. "I'll treat and settle this little fella and do my lunchtime rounds."

"What can I do?" Adam asked.

"There's not enough room in the shed for all of us at once. I'll take the kids in to start with and you can come in later."

"No problem. It's a lovely day. I'll check out the garden."

They all traipsed down the concrete path and Victoria chuckled to herself when Adam stopped and gazed at the strip of overgrown lawn and the three sheds crammed in the narrow backyard. It was a far cry from the ten acres of beautiful gardens he owned at Larchfield.

Adam watched at the shed door while she transferred the injured baby to a clean box with a heating pad underneath and administered antibiotics to the new patient. Sophie showed Harry how to mix the dried puppy milk and measure it in the syringe to feed the young animals.

"Where's your lawn mower?" Adam queried.

"In the lean-to against the back of the house, beside the log store." He disappeared and Victoria took a moment to glance out the door to see what he was doing. He pulled out the lawn mower, and started it up.

Sophie came to stand beside her. "Is Mr. Cantrell mowing the lawn?"

"Looks like it."

They exchanged surprised glances. Women she knew always moaned about their husbands not helping out. Her father was certainly demanding and kept her mother busy, but then it wasn't his fault he was wheelchair-bound.

Perhaps being in a relationship with the right man might actually take some of the load off her shoulders.

Biting her lip thoughtfully, she returned to treat her tiny patients. It was a pity Adam didn't plan to stick around.

Chapter Four

Adam drove back from Salisbury, his rear seat crammed with sleeping bags, camp beds, and other essentials he and Harry needed to survive at Larchfield Hall for a week. He'd also picked up a map of the area to search for sites where Victoria might release hedgehogs. Beside him, two pizza boxes were stacked on the passenger seat and the delicious smell filled the car.

Harry had opted to stay with Sophie and Victoria instead of going with his dad. Adam wasn't often parted from his son and it seemed strange to be on his own.

When he arrived at Prickly Ball Cottage, he gathered the pizza boxes in his arms and knocked on the door. It wasn't only the name of Victoria's cottage that had a hedgehog theme. Numerous hedgehog garden ornaments peeped out from behind rocks and plants and lined the windowsills.

Victoria answered the door and grabbed the boxes from him. "Ahh. The smell of hundreds of calories waiting to find their way to my butt and thighs," she said. "You gotta love pizza."

Adam's gaze skated down her shapely figure, admiring her slim waist, heart-shaped bottom, and slender thighs. "I don't think you need to worry about calories." He grinned as she flashed him a flirty smile.

"Just as well. I'm starving."

He followed her through the cottage, ducking beneath the low door frames, which barely cleared the top of his head. The place was so small it almost gave him claustrophobia, every nook and cranny crammed with ornaments, books, and bric-a-brac.

They exited into the back garden. Victoria dumped the pizza boxes on a picnic table beside a mixed salad in a cut glass bowl and a stack of plates. She grabbed a can of kid's soda and held it out to him. "I should have asked you to fetch some drinks as well. This is all I have."

"Suits me." He was at ease and enjoying himself. It didn't matter what he drank.

They settled in lawn chairs on either side of the table and stared down the neatly mown strip of grass. Sophie was prancing about doing ballet steps while Harry photographed her.

"Ballet is Soph's latest craze. It probably won't last long before she moves on to something else. When did Harry get interested in photography?"

Adam sipped his orange soda and considered. "A couple of years ago. He's dead keen, but I can't imagine the career prospects are great, though."

"Oh, I don't know. That's what I do…or did."

"You're a photographer?" Adam had thought she spent all her time rescuing hedgehogs. But he supposed she had to earn a living as well.

"I'm a cameraman, actually—video, not stills. I specialized in working on nature programs. I've travelled all over the world filming wildlife. I had to stop when I was expecting Soph. Now I teach cinematography at the local art college."

"That sounds more like a vocation than a job. The sort of life some people dream of. You must have hated giving it up."

A wistful expression crossed her face. "I miss it sometimes. Often it was just me and a camera, watching and waiting, always dreaming of the next amazing shot. There was a real camaraderie in the production team that I miss as well."

She bit her lip as she stared at her daughter and a private smile touched her lips. "It was a great life while it lasted, but I'd give it up all over again to be with Soph. The joke is I avoided romantic entanglements so a man didn't tie me down, but in the end a man tied me down anyway, by giving me Soph."

"What happened to Sophie's father?"

"Nothing. He's still out there somewhere."

"But not in Sophie's life?" Adam shouldn't be pushing for information when he sensed she'd rather not talk about the man, but curiosity got the better of him.

"No." She sucked in a breath, released it slowly. "We were filming on the Great Barrier Reef. He owned a diving school and we used one of his boats. I had a thing with him for a couple of months. Neither of us intended the relationship to be more."

"He didn't want to be a father to Sophie?"

Victoria shrugged. "No. Anyway, he lives on the other side of the world, Adam."

Anger bubbled inside him to think she'd been left alone to raise Sophie and the guy hadn't been interested. Granted, he could see her point that it was difficult to be a long-distance parent. It was the same reason Adam's ex-wife gave for rarely seeing Harry. But parents had a responsibility to their children. It was a hot button for Adam after the way his parents had treated him. He knew he tended to overreact about the issue so he kept his opinion to himself.

He gazed at Victoria with a new kind of respect. Sophie's father might have shirked his responsibility to his daughter, but Victoria certainly hadn't. She was so much more than a pretty face and killer body.

"You know, I admire that you gave up what you wanted to do and put Sophie first."

A flattering pink tinge colored her cheeks. Their eyes met, and they shared a moment of understanding. Adam swallowed back a burst of protectiveness that surprised him. After all, Victoria and Sophie were little more than strangers.

He cleared his throat. "Perhaps you can give Harry a few tips on photography."

"I'll be pleased to. That DSLR of his has an excellent HD video capability. I know it's a stills camera first, but I actually recommend that model to my movie students. I've been watching him and he doesn't seem to use it for filming. Do you know if he ever has?"

"Not that I'm aware of. I let him work out how to use the camera himself. I thought it was a good challenge for him."

Victoria pursed her lips and he got the impression she disapproved.

"You think I was wrong?"

"If I bought Soph such an expensive piece of equipment, I'd want to make sure she understood how to get the most out of it."

Adam gazed down the garden to where Harry and Sophie were doing cartwheels on the grass. Perhaps he should have shown more interest in the camera. He tended to be busy and bought gadgets for Harry to keep him occupied.

He prided himself on spending plenty of time with his son. Unfortunately, for much of that time Adam was busy thinking about work, reading work-related documents, or on the phone. He'd barely seen his parents because they travelled all the time and left him behind with nannies. He'd promised himself he would not do the same thing with Harry. But maybe he was still guilty of not giving his son enough attention.

"Harry seems shy. How does he normally get along with other kids?" Victoria asked, breaking into his thoughts.

Adam shifted uncomfortably in his lawn chair. Her question hit a little close to home. He'd been thinking it was time to get rid of the personal tutor who often travelled with them and send Harry to school. The poor kid spent his life with adults and didn't have any friends his own age. But that meant Harry would have to stay in England while Adam travelled, and he did not want to be parted from his son.

"Yeah. He can be a little shy."

He was saved from saying more when the kids dashed up the garden and threw themselves down on a rug spread on the grass. "We're hungry," Sophie shouted.