Chapter 64

He stopped stroking and she looked up at him. Although she missed his touch, she was grateful that he'd stopped. For God's sake all he had to do was touch her and here she was blabbing about France. A lot had changed since then, and to be honest with herself about it.

His eyes were almost…sad. “The doctor is on his way,”

“What doctor?” Attempting to orientate herself to at least sound as if she were in some sort of control, Anna sat up, glancing at the bedside clock, appalled to see the hand edging towards eleven. “I'm supposed to be at the hospital in five minutes.”

“Forget about the hospital,” Cedric responded. “Garth Wilson is a leading obstetrician—well, according to my manager's wife. I have to admit I had my reservations at first. From my brief conversation he's into house calls and really getting to know his ladies. Personally I prefer my doctor with a mahogany desk between us.”

“Of course you do.” Anna sniffed.

Cedric ignored her. “Anyw