He was a good man. He would have been justified in being rude to her mother, but remembering his kindness made her smile. The receptionist called her number and she got to her feet. When she opened the door to the consulting room, she was still smiling. ‘Remember me?’ She met the surprised, dark eyes of a man of around her own age. ‘Oh, I thought you were older.’ ‘You know, I get that a lot.’ He grimaced. ‘I think it’s the clothes. Trinny and Susannah would have a field day with me, wouldn’t they?’ ‘No, I meant—’ She gave his outfit a once-over. Well, actually, they probably would. She shook her head. ‘I meant to say that I was looking for Dr Whitworth.’ ‘Yes, that’s me. Have a seat. I’m afraid I don’t remember you, though, and we don’t seem to have any notes for you, so how can I help?’ She closed the door behind her and sat on the chair he’d indicated. ‘I was looking for the Dr Whitworth I knew as a child. Are you related to him?’ ‘Ah.’ He grinned.
