Название: Baby for the Midwife
Автор: Fiona McArthur
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon By Request
isbn: 9781472016157
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Georgia tried not to look but the fabric stretched across his chest and biceps lovingly and activated somnolent nerves deep in her stomach. He looked far too masculine to easily ignore and she wasn’t sure she was safer sharing a room with him at all.
‘I’ll take her if you want to change.’ He held out his hands towards the baby and Elsa went happily to him.
For Georgia it felt as if she’d just handed over her only form of protection and she stepped back quickly.
Max frowned but didn’t say anything as he turned away with Elsa and walked to the window. ‘See the stars, Elsa? They’re like glow-worms in the sky. Mummy saw the glow-worms tonight.’
Georgia could hear him talking away to Elsa as she closed the bathroom door. Now, why had she behaved like that? It wasn’t as if Max was going to jump on her.
More likely she’d had the urge to run her hands over him—though he did have a partiality to follow her lead when she made an offer—so it would be very easy to start something.
All through her shower, every touch of her own hand made her think of last night and of Max.
When she dried herself, even the towel seemed to sensitise her skin.
She was not going there. No matter what Max said or did she would not sleep with him. Absolutely. She chewed her lip as she opened the door.
When she came out of the bathroom Max had settled Elsa back in the cot, climbed into his own bed, and turned his bedside light out.
She guessed it was his way of saying she didn’t have to worry. It was unfortunate that she felt lonely and frustrated when she climbed into her own generous bed and pulled up the thick duvet.
‘Goodnight, Max,’ she said, and she blushed in the dark at the forlorn note in her voice.
‘Goodnight, Georgia.’
The next morning was fun.
After breakfast served in front of the fire Max carried Elsa in a pouch on his chest and they tramped along winding bush tracks and picnicked beside a mountain stream above a waterfall.
Elsa loved being with Max and Georgia wouldn’t have minded it herself to be that close to Max’s gorgeous chest. She was definitely becoming more fixated. Luckily the other scenery was spectacular as well.
When they arrived back at the retreat for afternoon tea, they were all exhausted but exhilarated from the mountain air. It was sad to have to pack to leave.
Max promised they would come again in the not-too-distant future, and Georgia added the day to her increasing store of wonderful memories with Max.
The phone call came just as Max carried Elsa to the car.
Georgia had gone back to the room for one last check that they hadn’t left anything behind when the room phone rang.
She frowned and picked it up. ‘Had a nice weekend, Mrs Winton?’
Sol! Nausea rose like a wave in her throat and she sucked the air in through her nostrils and swallowed before she could open her mouth.
Her voice when it came out was husky with distress. ‘I’m not Mrs Winton!’
‘No,’ Sol said. ‘You’re Mrs Beresford—so I hear—but not for long! I’m coming for you and our daughter. But something needs to be done first.’
Then he rang off.
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