at the window, staring out at the kitchen garden to the sea beyond. He was a little man, wiry and weathered by years of fishing and gardening; a lifetimeâs love of the outdoors. Jake remembered him in the full regalia of his Scottish heritage, lord of all he surveyed, and the sight of the shrunken old man in his bathrobe and carpet slippers left an ache that was far from the recommended medical detachment he tried for. Heâd miss him so much when he died, but that death would be soon.
He needed a coronary bypass and wouldnât have one. Thatwas a huge risk factor, but it was his lungs that were killing him. Jake could hear his whistling gasps from the door, signifying the old manâs desperate lack of oxygen.
âI thought you were going to bed,â Jake growled, trying to disguise emotion, and Angus looked around and tried to smile.
âThereâs time and more for bed. Itâs only five oâclock.â
âYour supperâs on the bedside table,â Jake told him, still gruff. Heâd brought the meal up himself because if he hadnât, Angus wouldnât eat. He and Angus had been friends for a long time now, and it was so hard to see a friend fade.
âIâll get to it. What brings you back?â
âCould you cope with a couple of visitors?â
âVisitors?â
âTwo Americans. Sisters. One of them says she was married to Rory.â
âRory.â Angusâs smile faded. âMy Rory?â
âYour nephew.â Jake hesitated. âKennethâs older brother? He must have left for overseas before I came here.â He paused and then as Angus turned back to the window he said gently, âTell me about him.â
âI havenât seen Rory for years.â
âYou had three nephews,â Jake prodded. He wanted family interestâhe wanted any interestâand he was prepared to make himself even later to get it. This had to be his top priority. To see Angus give up on life was heartbreaking, and maybe these two women could be his salvation.
âIâd be having two brothers,â Angus whispered, so softly that Jake had to strain to hear. âWe left Scotland together. Dougal, the youngest, went to America. David and I came here. Dougal and I lost touch a long time agoâyes, thereâs another nephew somewhere, but Iâve not met him. But David married here and had Rory and then Kenneth. They moved from Dolphin Bay but the lads came back for holidays.â
âWere they nice kids?â Jake murmured, encouraging him.
âRory loved this place,â Angus said softly. âHe and I wouldbe fishing together for hours, and Deidre and I loved him like the son we could never have. But Kennethâ¦â
Kenneth. Jake couldnât suppress a grimace. It had been a dumb question. Kenneth definitely couldnât have been nice.
âKenneth was Roryâs younger brother.â Angus was struggling hard to breathe. Maybe he shouldnât be talking, but Jake didnât intend to interrupt. There were major issues at stake hereâlike a ready-made family at the front door. If Kirsty really was a doctor⦠If he could install her hereâ¦
âKenneth is a troubled young man and Iâm sure you can be seeing that,â Angus managed. âYouâve met him. He takes after his father. Every time Rory came near there was a fuss, more and more as they got older and Kenneth realised Rory would inherit my title. As if any title matters more than family.â
He paused and fought for a few more breaths. There was an ineffable sadness in his eyes that seemingly had nothing to do with his health. âKenneth was so vicious toward Rory that, once his parents died, Rory decided family angst wasnât worth it,â he said sadly. âHe took off to see the world. Heâs been away these past ten years, and the next thing I knew Kenneth was telling me he was dead. I was