“I’m fine,” Reese said quickly. And she was. She’d never been happier in her life. She had never expected to fall in love or to have a family. Not because she didn’t believe in those things, but because all she had ever envisioned for herself was a career in the Marine Corps. She’d been raised in a military family, had trained from the time she was a teenager to follow in her father’s footsteps, and had become an exemplary career Marine officer. It wasn’t until four years earlier that she had grown restless, plagued by the persistent sensation that something in her life was missing something that she could not name because she had never thought to seek it. It had taken leaving active duty and traveling across the country to a small fishing village on the very tip of Cape Cod for her to discover that what she longed for was a love of her own. She had that now, with Dr. Victoria King, Provincetown’s resident physician, and their newborn daughter, Regina. “Everything is perfect.”

The words made Tory tremble because she believed them while still fearing, in the deepest recesses of her heart, that happiness might be a transient accident destined to disappear. There was a reason for that fear, but it lay in her past, and she would not allow the past to follow her here. Banishing old disappointments, she tightened her hold on her lover and kissed her neck. “Do you mind watching her while I run over to the clinic?”

“Uh-uh.” Reese turned in the chair and checked the wall clock that hung in the alcove between the large open living room and the adjoining kitchen-dining area. “I have to be at the dojo in two hours. Think you’ll be back by then?”

“Absolutely. I’m sure Dan is swamped. I’ll probably be lucky to catch him free for a few minutes between patients.”

Reese rose, shifting the baby into the crook of her arm, and crossed to the kitchen where she deposited the empty baby bottle on the counter. “Is he definitely leaving next week?”

“I think so.” Tory tried hard to keep the worry from her voice. Dan Riley was a general practitioner from Pennsylvania who had worked for the last few months in the East End Health Clinic, Tory’s medical facility. Tory hadn’t anticipated that Dan would need to shoulder the entire weight of her practice, but Regina’s early arrival had altered those plans. Since the baby’s birth in July, Dan had been doing the work of two doctors. During the summer, when Provincetown’s population swelled to thirty thousand or more, the clinic staff was constantly busy caring for tourists with minor injuries and medical problems in addition to providing routine healthcare to the three thousand year-round residents. Now, an emergency had arisen with Dan’s wife’s family, and he needed to return to Pittsburgh as soon as possible rather than in December, when he had expected to leave. “I managed to get an ad in the Boston papers yesterday, and I’ve got every contact I can think of putting out the word that I’m looking for someone to fill his spot right away.”

“You’ll find someone.”

“Of course.” Tory tried to sound optimistic, but they both knew that Provincetown in the off-season was not the kind of place that people flocked to. The winters were long and cold, and the village was very quiet with almost nothing to offer in the way of entertainment from November to May. Even the cinema and many of the restaurants closed during the off-season. She would be very lucky to find someone to take Dan’s place at this time of year. “I thought I’d talk to Kate later and see if she’d be available to watch Reggie a few more hours every day.”

“I’m sure my mother would be delighted to watch Reggie all day, every day,” Reese said quietly, leaning back against the waist-high breakfast counter and regarding Tory solemnly. “But you’re not thinking about trying to handle the clinic yourself, are you?”

“I know it’s soon, but babies younger than Reggie go to day care without any problems”

“Tor, I’m not talking about Reggie. I’m talking about you.” Reese crossed the room and lifted her free hand to Tory’s cheek, trailing her fingers into the thick hair at the back of Tory’s neck. “You’ve lost weight, you still tire easily, and”

Tory turned her head and pressed her lips to Reese’s palm, then wrapped her arm around Reese’s waist. “I know. But I’m feeling much better every day.”

Reese kissed Tory softly. “Let’s wait and see what happens with the ads.”

“All right,” Tory relented, not wanting to worry Reese any further. She returned the kiss swiftly and forced a smile. “I’m sure something will work out.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Be careful,” Reese called as Tory gathered her things and started out the door. She tried hard to keep the frustration from her voice, because she knew how seriously Tory took her responsibilities to the community. Still, the only thing that mattered to Reese was that Tory, and now Reggie, were safe and healthy. Provincetown will just have to get along without a full-time doctor if Tory can’t find a replacement.

Tory walked into the busy waiting room at her clinic and felt instantly at home. Two months away, and despite the daily joy of her new daughter, she was starting to seriously miss her medical practice. Randy Schuyler svelte, blond, and almost too pretty to be a man looked up from behind the reception counter, a single frown line marring his otherwise flawless forehead. Beautiful long lashes that made many a woman weep lowered over his liquid brown eyes as he fixed her with a steely stare. “Go away. You’re on maternity leave, and Dan is far too busy to talk to you.”

“Hi, sweetie,” Tory said brightly in passing. She edged around the counter, sidling between the chairs crowded into every inch of floor space. I’m going to need to put on an addition at this rate.

“Tory,” Randy said, a pleading note in his voice now. “Look at the waiting room.”

She didn’t need to. Her practiced eye had already taken in the more than half dozen adults and children waiting to be seen. She stopped and picked up the top chart in the pile by Randy’s left hand.

“Martha?” Tory called.

“Hello, Dr. King,” an elderly woman responded from a seat in the corner. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m wonderful. Come on back, and let’s see how your blood pressure is doing.”

An hour and fifteen minutes later, she’d seen six patients and was sitting behind her desk charting when Dan Riley walked in. Tory smiled. “Hi. Let me just finish this note, and I’ll get out of your way.”

Dan, a solidly built forty-year-old with curly hair just beginning to gray, rimless glasses, and an angelic face, shook his head and flopped into one of the two chairs. “No problem. It’s your desk, after all.”

“How’s it going?” She hadn’t seen him for several days, and he looked thinner than she recalled. Certainly the circles under his eyes were darker. “How’s your wife’s dad?”

“He’s holding his own, but I think it’s going to be a long haul.”

“Listen, Dan, I know it’s hard for both you and your wife with you not being there. As soon as”

“Ruth understands,” Dan said swiftly. “She knows I can’t just leave without someone to cover for me. I’ve talked to all my father-in-law’s doctors about his treatment, and I check in a couple times a day to make sure his condition hasn’t changed.”

“It’s still not the same as being there.” Tory made a decision, the one she should’ve made eight days earlier when Dan’s father-in-law suffered an intracranial hemorrhage from a ruptured aneurysm. “If I don’t have someone to replace you in a day or two, I’ll take over myself so that you can join her. I’m sure the entire family will feel better if you’re there in person to handle things.”

“I thought your obstetrician said you couldn’t go back to work for a full three months after your delivery.”

“It’s been two and I’m doing fine.” In truth, it would be difficult, because she still couldn’t make it through the entire day without a nap in the afternoon. Nevertheless, she could split up the patients between morning and evening hours if she needed to take a break in the middle of the day. At least her leg had improved to the point where she no longer used her cane and only occasionally fell back on the lightweight ankle cast for support. The muscles in her damaged calf would never regenerate, but with steady, persistent training she’d regained enough strength in the surrounding musculature to support her damaged ankle without the heavy, hinged metal brace. Standing all day wouldn’t be as difficult as it had been in the years just after her accident. “I can handle it, especially now that the season is almost over.”

Dan looked skeptical. “Most of the patients I’m seeing every day are regulars. This isn’t a very big town, but you’re the main primary care doctor. The patient load’s not going to get that much lighter, even without the tourists.”

“I’ll manage,” Tory said firmly. She glanced at her watch. “I need to get home so Reese can get to class. Tell your wife that Saturday morning, you’ll be on your way to Pittsburgh.”

“It’s Labor Day weekend! I can’t leave you then.”

Tory simply shook her head. “I mean it, Dan. It’s time for you to go home.” And for me to come back to work.

Reese tied the belt of her hakama over her gi, bowed to the kamiza the ceremonial altar which consisted of a simple shelf of hand-carved wood on which stood a small vase of dried wild flower sand stepped barefoot onto the tatami mats that covered three quarters of the main floor in the Provincetown Martial Arts Center, the dojo that she ran out of a converted garage on the far east end of Bradford Street. Her senior student was already present, sitting on the far end of the mat in seiza knees bent, weight back on her heels, hands resting palms down on her thighs, Bri Parker’s eyes were closed as she readied herself for training. Reese crossed quickly to the center of the room and assumed the same position, facing Bri and the other students who were beginning to line up silently side by side. Reese also closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and slowed her breathing until she was in a state of relaxed readiness. Her mind and body were united, and from that place of harmony, she was prepared to do battle.