‘Fine.’ He would take her to see a doctor. He would bring her home again. He’d book into a hotel overnight. Tomorrow, he and Kit would discuss what needed discussing and then he would walk out of her life for ever.
CHAPTER FOUR
KIT’S pal or, the way she bit her bottom lip and her down-turned mouth al struck at Alex’s heart, making him forget his own panic. He wished he could make her smile. He’d been able to—once.
He stood and pretended to survey the sofas. ‘You know what? The plastic-wrapped look was a smart choice. I think it could real y take off.’
She didn’t smile.
‘I hear babies make a lot of mess. You might want to keep this look for the next three or four years.’
He couldn’t believe he’d said the word
He shook himself. Enough of this. ‘C’mon, let’s get you to the medical clinic.’ He reached down and helped her to her feet. He didn’t release her arm.
‘Are you feeling dizzy or faint?’ Should he carry her to the car?
His skin pul ed tight with need. It rocked him to find just how much he wanted to touch her, to have her in his arms.
She shook her head. Careful y, as if the action hurt. ‘I just feel as if I have a bad case of the flu without the sore throat and sniffles.’
His chest clenched. The sooner she saw a doctor the sooner she’d get medicine—antibiotics or whatnot—to make her feel better. But when she removed her arm from his grasp al he could think for a moment was how the day had darkened. They were just about to leave when they found the door blocked by two figures.
‘Hel o, lovey, we’re Frank and Doreen from next door.’ An elderly couple tripped into the room. ‘Hel o, Kit dear.’
He blinked.
‘Hi, Auntie Doreen.’
Her aunt!
‘The boys just told us what happened. We thought we’d pop our heads in to see if there’s anything we can do.’ Doreen turned to Alex. ‘Frank here used to be a welder, you know.’
Frank here looked about seventy in the shade.
‘He’s handy with his hands.’
And then she winked at him.
Alex swal owed back a smart rejoinder. How on earth did a welder propose to fix a hole in a wal , not to mention another in the roof? Even if he was
Nevertheless, when the older man extended his hand Alex shook it. ‘Alex Hal am.’ He glanced at Kit.
She looked ready to drop. ‘I’m sorry, but Kit is running a temperature. We’re off to the medical clinic.’ He waved a hand at the mess. ‘I’l deal with al this later.’
‘You run along, lovey, while we see what we can do.’
He didn’t want this unconventional pair messing with Kit’s house. Things were bad enough already.
‘We’l close the door when we leave.’
Kit didn’t seem concerned or put out by Doreen’s words so he shrugged and edged her towards the door.
Doreen leant across to squeeze Kit’s hand as they passed. ‘So glad your young man has final y arrived.’
‘Oh, but he isn’t—’
‘Young,’ Alex bit out. He continued to shepherd her al the way out of the door and towards his car.
They didn’t have time for explanations.
Alex accompanied Kit into the doctor’s consulting room. She didn’t put up a fight, but he had a feeling that had more to do with how unwel she was feeling rather than a sign of her trust in him.
The doctor frowned and pointed to a chair when Alex started pacing up and down. He planted himself in it and tried not to fidget. Then he scowled. The doctor looked as if he was just out of high school!
Surely he was too young to know which way was up, let alone—
‘Relax, Alex,’ Kit groaned.
Relax? How could he relax when she looked like death warmed up? Why hadn’t he picked up on that earlier? He could have unknowingly made her worse.
He’d walked into her house as if he’d had every right and demanded she come back to work. Without a thought for what she real y wanted. Al to ease his conscience. As if he knew what would make her happiest. As if he knew what was best for her.
He knew zilch.
He dragged a hand back through his hair. He did know one thing. When a woman told you she was pregnant with your child, you shouldn’t throw up. Bad reaction. Wrong reaction. Completely inappropriate.
