The Midwife's Child

‘Since the weekend.’

He frowned. ‘Wouldn’t anyone come and see to it?’

Probably, if she could have afforded to pay them, Brooke thought grimly.

‘They’re coming on Saturday.’ After payday.

He squinted up at her ceiling. ‘It’s probably nothing much. Just a few tiles missing. What happened with the heating?’

‘It broke.’ Nothing behind her words betrayed the cost of having it fixed.

‘And the car?’

She managed a smile. ‘Well, let’s just say that broke, too. I’m having a really good week.’

His eyes searched hers for a moment and then flickered back to the bedroom ceiling. ‘Is it your house?’

‘Yes, for my sins. If it was rented at least I could threaten the landlord.’

There was a slight pause. ‘You don’t have a man in your life?’

She swallowed and shook her head. What was the point in lying? ‘No. And, anyway, I don’t see what difference that would make. Now, will you go and leave me alone?’

He didn’t budge. ‘I could probably help with that roof—’

She lifted her chin. ‘I don’t need help, but thanks for the offer.’

He stood aside to let her pass. ‘From where I’m standing, Brooke, it looks as though you need all the help you can get.’

She reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to face him, her eyes blazing. ‘If you’ve finished what you came to say, you can go now.’

He shook his head and closed the distance between them, his powerful frame dominating her narrow hallway.

‘I haven’t even started.’

Brooke swallowed. ‘We have nothing to say to each other, Jed—’

‘I’ve got plenty to say. I want to know why you left me that night.’ He was standing so close to her that she could hardly breathe. She felt smothered, totally surrounded by his male presence.

‘I don’t know what you mean—I’ve already told you it wasn’t me.’

He swore softly and a muscle worked in his lean jaw. ‘So we’re back to the glass-slipper routine, are we? All right, then let’s see if it fits.’

His strong hands slid into her hair and held her face firmly while his mouth came down on hers.

CHAPTER THREE

JED’S kiss.

The demands of his mouth sent a wicked thrill surging through Brooke’s body, and she forgot everything except how this man could make her feel.

It had been six years.

Six years since that incredible night, but nothing had changed between them. His kiss still had the power to control her. To cloud her head with wild excitement. To make her want what she couldn’t have.

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