Page 53 of His Wedding Day Revenge

‘I don’t have my phone.’ She realised that she didn’t actually have anything.

He seemed to read her mind. ‘I’ll organise some things for you and have them sent over.’

‘It’s half one in the morning, Draco.’

He looked at her with the hauteur and arrogance that often infuriated her and other times made her smile. At the moment it just made her feel safe.

‘How is that relevant?’

‘Silly me,’ she said with a wobbly smile.

A small bag of essentials—toiletries, nightclothes and a change of underclothes—arrived an hour after he’d left, also a phone with a note attached saying, ‘I’ve put my number in it’ in Draco’s bold, sloping hand.

Jane didn’t anticipate getting any sleep, but, although the nurses were in and out all night to check on Mattie, she did manage two long stretches of rest, and after a wash and fresh clothes she felt almost human.

She was on her second cup of coffee when the doctor and Draco appeared.

Her eyes skated across Draco, noting the tension emanating from him, and the dark shadows under his incredible eyes, but then not everyone liked hospitals. Well, nobody liked hospitals, but for some people, often the sort of people who never had a day’s illness in their lives, the medical environment, the reminder of human frailty, was tough to take.

‘Good morning,’ she said to the doctor, who returned the greeting before he walked across to the cot and consulted his tablet.

‘Well, all the results are clear, no underlying issues. He is good to go.’

Jane bit her lip. ‘He seems a bit cranky this morning?’

‘He’s got a cold so that’s to be expected. You know the drill if his temperature goes up?’

She nodded. ‘Are there any things he can’t do?’

‘Well, flying should be avoided for a little while. The upper respiratory infection would put a lot of painful pressure on his little eardrums, and it is hard to tell a baby how to release the pressure.’ He turned to Draco. ‘How are you thinking of getting back to the palazzo?’

‘Would he be better staying in town for a day or so?’

‘That would be the ideal solution for this young man.’

‘Couldn’t I drive?’

‘It would be preferable to flying,’ the doctor agreed. ‘But the drive is... What, Draco?’

‘Not an option,’ Draco said flatly.

Jane clamped her lips over a retort that would no doubt have sounded churlish and ungrateful. She’d been happy for him to step in and smooth the way in an emergency situation, but now that had passed she really didn’t want him to think he could carry on.

At some point she would have to make that clear.

‘I could book into a hotel?’

Draco slid her an impatient look. ‘Do not be ridiculous. You will be quite comfortable in the apartment. You will drop in and see the patient, Marco.’

‘I will.’

Jane was pretty sure that doctors in his position did not do house calls, but she wasn’t going to object.

‘I don’t want to be a nuisance.’

‘Then stop talking rubbish,’ Draco advised tersely.

She had the impression that had the doctor not been there he would have said more.

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