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Lindsay. They needed a doctor.

      Her eyes slid to his broad frame but he was still watching Lindsay, his eyes flicking down to his watch as she was racked by another contraction.

      ‘Only three minutes since the last one,’ he said softly. ‘I’d say this baby is in rather a hurry.’

      ‘Oh, God, I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want to have it at home.’ Lindsay gave a whimper of panic and Ben crouched down so that he was at her level.

      ‘Home is a great place to have a baby, Lindsay. Where I’ve been working, home is where everyone has their babies. I realise that you don’t know me, and you’re right to be cautious...’ the look he shot Ellie was meaningful. ‘But in this case I promise you can trust me.’

      Lindsay stared at him dubiously. ‘It’s just that, well, you don’t look like a doctor.’

      That was true enough, Ellie reflected. He looked like a film star.

      The corner of his mouth moved slightly. ‘Because I need a shave? Do you want me to call someone who can vouch for me? Or you can give me a razor and I’ll shave here in your bathroom if it will make you feel better.’

      There was humour in his tone and something else—a calm confidence that seemed to reassure Lindsay. ‘No—there’s no need to do that, and I’m sorry if I sound rude but I’m just panicking.’ She winced and shifted her position slightly. ‘You see, the baby is breech and they think I’ll need a section. I’m nobody’s idea of a good candidate for a home birth.’

      Ben was suddenly still, although his expression didn’t change.

      ‘In that case I need to examine you and see if we’ve time to get you to hospital.’

      Not by a flicker of an eyelid did he betray his concern, but Ellie knew he must have felt it. Even with her limited obstetric experience, she knew that breech births should take place in hospital.

      Lindsay was looking at him with frightened eyes. ‘And what if there isn’t time? What happens then?’

      ‘Then I deliver a breech here.’ He sounded so relaxed and confident that even Lindsay started to look less traumatised.

      ‘And have you done that before?’

      ‘Of course.’

      Ellie looked at him curiously, wondering if he was bluffing. Had he really delivered a breech?

      Lindsay still looked worried. ‘Everyone told me that breech babies should be born in hospital. What if it all goes wrong—?’

      ‘It won’t go wrong.’ Ben rose to his feet with athletic grace, totally in control and sensationally attractive. ‘It seems to me that three of us and a baby cramped together in this small bathroom is pushing the realms of comfort. Let’s move into your bedroom, shall we? Then I can take a look at you. If there’s time to get you to hospital, I promise that I’ll get you there.’

      Lindsay looked at him and then nodded, and Ellie breathed a sigh of relief.

CHAPTER TWO

      WITH considerable help from Ben, Lindsay struggled through to the bedroom and settled down on the bed with a groan.

      ‘Don’t get too comfortable,’ Ben said immediately, pulling off his jacket and tossing it to one side. ‘I’m just going to nip down to my car for my bag and then I’m going to examine you.’

      Ellie glanced sideways at her cousin, knowing what a private person she was and wondering how she’d react to the prospect of being examined by Ben, but Lindsay was breathing steadily, clearly thinking of nothing but her baby.

      Ben strode out of the room and was back only minutes later, a large bag in his hand.

      Lindsay lifted her eyebrows and gave a weak smile. ‘You must have been a Scout. Are you always this prepared?’

      ‘Since I started working in remote parts of the world.’ Ben gave a glimmer of a smile as he pushed up his sleeves and made for the bathroom. ‘Experience has taught me that it’s wise to always carry at least a basic supply of equipment with me.’

      ‘You don’t need to use that bathroom,’ Lindsay called after him. ‘I was only in there because I was cleaning it. There’s an en suite over there...’

      She gestured with her head and Ben followed her instructions, grunting with satisfaction as he found the large bathroom.

      Ellie was staring at her cousin in disbelief. ‘Why were you cleaning the bathroom? You’re in labour, for goodness’ sake.’

      Lindsay shrugged sheepishly. ‘Nesting, I suppose. I decided it needed doing.’

      ‘You’re mad,’ Ellie stated with conviction, glancing up as Ben called over his shoulder from the bathroom.

      ‘Can you run me through your obstetric history while I wash my hands? This is your first pregnancy—correct?’ He turned on the hot tap and reached for the soap.

      Lindsay answered his questions as thoroughly as she could before breaking off and whimpering as another pain hit her. ‘Oh, Ellie...’

      ‘Breathe with her,’ Ben instructed over his shoulder as he lathered his hands and forearms with soap, ‘and then get me some clean towels.’

      He certainly wasn’t given to small talk, Ellie mused as she held Lindsay’s hand and reminded her how to breathe.

      Lindsay followed her cousin’s cue and breathed out slowly, perspiration glistening on her forehead.

      ‘I’m OK now. Thanks. You know where the towels are.’

      Quickly Ellie fetched the towels and piled them on the chair.

      Ben helped himself and then sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘OK, this is what we’re going to do. First of all Ellie is going to have a hot shower and change out of those wet things. While she’s doing that, I’m going to take a look at you so that we know what we’re dealing with.’

      Ellie suddenly realised that seeing Lindsay had distracted her from the fact that she was freezing cold.

      Without further argument, she reached into her cousin’s wardrobe and dragged out a pair of jeans and a soft jumper and made for the shower.

      Five minutes later her skin was glowing pink and warm from the hot water and the shivering had stopped. She dried her hair roughly with the damp towel and then walked quickly back into the bedroom, startled to see Lindsay smiling. What on earth had made her smile? Not Ben surely?

      He glanced at her and his own smile faded, his dark gaze suddenly hard. ‘Get back in that bathroom and dry your hair properly.’

       Obviously the smile was reserved for Lindsay.

      Rolling her eyes, she returned to the bathroom, picked up the hair-dryer and waved it absently in the direction of her hair until it fell in soft, dark waves around her shoulders.

      Lindsay looked at her critically as she walked back into the room. ‘You’d better help yourself to a belt or you’re going to lose those jeans.’

      Ellie glanced down at herself, a rueful expression on her face. It was true that the jeans were loose, but they’d do.

      ‘Look at her,’ Lindsay murmured to Ben as she rubbed a hand over her stomach. ‘She puts on my pre-pregnancy jeans and they’re too loose. I hate her. She’s got legs up to her armpits and boobs to die for, and the worse thing is she never notices.’

      ‘It’s just a body, Lindsay,’ Ellie mumbled. ‘Everyone’s got one.’

      Lindsay opened her mouth to say something else and then groaned as another contraction hit her. Ellie was by her side in an instant, holding her cousin’s hand and helping

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