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“Why should you? This way.” He allowed her to precede him as they made their way up the stairs.

“Janelle is such a model patient.” She began as they ascended the stairs. “And expecting twins at that. You must be so excited.”

He merely grunted in response as he reached the bedroom and pushed the door open.

Charlotte felt a twinge of envy as the gorgeous face softened as soon as he stepped into the room and his eyes touched on the woman on the bed.

“Baby, the doctor is here.”

“Charlotte, it is so good of you to come. I am sure Bobby was just overly concerned. I was nauseous, which is to be expected.”

“You were on the floor.” He sat on the side of the bed, with one hand brushing her cheek. “I will be right over here on the sofa.” He rose and gave the doctor a cool glance from laser blue eyes. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Ignoring the clutching inside her chest at the man lounging on the sofa, Charlotte sat on the side of the bed and smiled at Janelle.

“You should have called.”

“I thought I could manage things,” Janelle said wryly, “I guess not.”

They both looked over when his phone rang.

“I have to take this. Carry on.” He told the doctor curtly as he rose gracefully. “I’ll just be outside,” His expression softened as his gaze swung to Janelle. “Okay?”

She nodded and they watched him leave the room.

Charlotte blew out a breath. “That man is utterly gorgeous and does not like me.”

Janelle smiled wryly. “He doesn’t like a lot of people. And he’s…” she lifted a shoulder. “It’s complicated.”

“You and Harry McGibbon. You never said anything.” Charlotte made quick work of taking her vitals. “Your pulse is a little below and your blood pressure is a little high. Your iron is also low.”

“What’s the good news?” Janelle asked weakly.

“The babies are strong.” The doctor smiled at her. “Heartbeats strong. I am going to prescribe some iron for you and something to take care of the nausea, which shouldn’t be plaguing you with such intensity. What have you been eating?”

“Everything.” Janelle told her with a laugh. “I tried out smoked salmon this evening and some sweet potatoes and topped it off with chocolate chip ice cream and pickles.” She laughed more when the doctor wrinkled her pert nose.

“Sounds dreadful, I know.”

Harry came back in just then, his laser blue gaze touching on her, before going to the doctor. “What’s wrong with her?”

Steeling herself to meet those eyes, she laid it out in crisp professional tones. The man was scary as hell. And all those stories about him, the brawls and the reckless nature were not exaggerated.

“I am assuming you fixed it.”

“She did a wonderful job and took time out of her busy schedule to come here.” Janelle’s eyes begged him to be civil.

“Thanks.” He nodded curtly. “I’ll be taking care of her bills from now on.” Digging out a business card, he walked over to hand it to Charlotte.

“Send the email to mine plus her appointments. I want to know everything.” He sat at head of the bed and searched her face. “You look a hell of a lot better.” His hand wandered over her face and he seemed to have forgotten the doctor’s existence.

“I could eat a cow,” she admitted.

“It’s late but I could cook you something. What are you in the mood for?”

She eyed him so dubiously that he grinned at her. “You know I have mad culinary skills.”

“That’s yet to be decided.” She turned to look at the doctor and caught the wonder on her face. “You should see Charlotte out.”

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