Her Playboy's Secret. Tina Beckett

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      “What kind of weird?”

      “Like a pulled muscle or something.” She stiffened once again. She gritted out, “But now my whole stomach hurts.”

      “Where’s the father?” Lucas asked.

      “He’s at work. I—I didn’t want to worry him if it’s nothing.”

      Lucas frowned. “I think he should be here.” He glanced at Darcie. “Can you get her hooked up while I ring him?”

      If anything, Margie looked even more frightened. “Am I going to lose this baby too?”

      Darcie’s heart ached for the woman, even as her brain still whirled, trying to figure out what was going on. “Let us do the worrying, love, can you do that?”

      “I think so.” She wrote her husband’s phone number on a sheet of paper and handed it to Lucas.

      While he was gone, Darcie got Margie into a hospital gown and snapped on a pair of gloves. Then she wrapped the monitor around her patient’s abdomen. Wow, she was really perspiring. So much so that it had already soaked through the robe on her right side.

      And her abdominal muscles were tight to the touch. “Are you having a contraction right now?”

      Margie moaned. “I don’t know.”

      She started up the machine and the first thing she heard was the quick woompa-woompa-woompa-woompa of the baby’s heart. Thank God. Even as that thought hit, a hundred more swept past it. A heartbeat didn’t mean Margie’s baby wasn’t in distress, just that he was alive.

      She stared at the line below the heart rate that should be showing the marked rise and fall of the uterus as it contracted and released. It was a steady line.

      Placing her hand on Margie’s abdomen again, she noted the strange tightness she’d felt before. But it seemed more like surface muscles to Darcie. Not the deep, purposeful contraction of a woman’s uterus.

      Lucas came back and glanced at the monitor. “Your husband’s on his way.”

      “Thank you.” Another moan, and her hands went back to her stomach.

      Lucas sat next to the bed and held the patient’s hand, helping guide her through the deep breathing.

      “She’s not contracting.” Darcie’s eyes were locked on the monitor where a series of little squiggles indicated that something was happening, but it was more like a series of muscle fasciculations than the steady rise and fall she would expect to see. Could she have flu, like Margie suspected?

      “When did you start sweating like this?”

      Lucas’s voice drew her attention back. He eased Margie’s robe to the side and stared at the area where moisture was already beading up despite just having been exposed to the chilly air of the ward. Strange. Although Margie was perspiring everywhere—Darcie gave a quick glance at her face and chest above the gown—there was a marked difference between her moist upper lip and her right side, where a rivulet of liquid peaked and then ran down the woman’s swollen belly.

      “I don’t know. An hour after my shower? Right about the time I started to hurt.”

      He peered at her closer. “You said you took a shower. Did you feel anything before or after it? A sting…or a prick maybe?”

      A prick? Darcie stared at him, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

      “No.”

      “Where did the pain start exactly?”

      Margie pressed her fingers right over the area that was wet from perspiration.

      He muttered something under his breath then glanced up at Darcie. “I need to make a quick phone call.”

      “What?” Outrage gathered in her chest and built into a froth that threatened to explode. Surely he was not going to make a personal call right now.

      As if he saw something in her face, he reached out and encircled her wrist. “I want her husband to check on something at the house before he comes here,” he said in a low voice.

      The anger flooding her system disappeared in a whoosh as she stared back at him.

      Margie’s panicked voice broke between them. “What’s wrong?”

      “I’m not sure yet. But I don’t think you’re in labor.”

      “Then what?”

      “I think you may have been bitten by a redback,” Lucas said.

      “A what?” Margie asked.

      “It’s one of our most famous residents,” he said. “It’s a spider. A nasty one at that.”

      A redback! Darcie had heard of them but had never encountered one, and since she wasn’t from Australia, it had never dawned on her that Margie could have been envenomed by something. Her patient was also from England. She’d probably never thought of that possibility either.

      She glanced at Lucas. “Are they that common?”

      “Quite.” He patted Margie’s hand. “If that’s the case we have antivenin we can give you, which should help.”

      “If it is a bite, will it hurt the baby?” She gritted her teeth and pulled in another deep breath.

      “I think we’ve caught it at an early stage.” His gaze went back to the monitor, which Darcie noted still held steady. “I want to have your husband check the towel and your bathroom.”

      The patient’s eyes widened. “I used the walk-in shower in the guest bathroom this morning. I almost never use that one because it’s quite a long way from the bedroom. But my mother is due to fly in to help with the house and baby in a few weeks, and I thought I could tidy things and scrub the shower stall down as I was bathing.”

      “I’m just going to pull Dr. Green into the hallway for a moment. I’ll send the nurse in to sit with you.”

      Once they were outside the room, and Lucas had rung the husband, asking him to shake out the towel and examine the bathroom, she spun toward him. “A redback. Are you sure?”

      “Pretty sure. Most Australians know what to look for, but no one else would. I’ve seen this once before. A redback bite that comes in looking like preterm labor.”

      She sagged against the wall. “God. I would have never checked for that. I didn’t see a bite. Didn’t even think to ask.”

      “You wouldn’t have. And as for the bite mark…” He shrugged. “Small fangs, but they pack quite a wallop.”

      He gave a smile that looked as tired as she suddenly felt.

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