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Her name had scraped out of his mouth on a half-strangled choke. He was breathing as hard as her.
    Oh, dear Lord! She wanted to close her eyes. She’d been staring at him, practically undressing him with her eyes and begging him to—
    And his eyes had darkened in response. She swallowed. She’d recognized the answering hunger that had stretched across his face before it had been comprehensively snapped off from her view.
    He shot out of his chair and pretended to adjust the blind. She knew he was giving them both time to pull themselves together again, but she couldn’t help noticing his hands weren’t any steadier than hers.
    How could it be like this? How could she want him so badly when she didn’t even like him? How could he want her, knowing she was pregnant? She’d seen what the news of her pregnancy had done to him.
    But he did want her. She read that too clearly to mistake it for anything else.
    He raked a hand back through his hair. ‘I picked you up some magazines while I was out.’ He spoke to the window, not to her.
    ‘Thank you.’ She breathed a sigh of gratitude. Her voice was low, but at least it worked.
    He finally turned. ‘I thought if you wanted I could haul your television in here and set it up so you at least have something to watch.’
    She shook her head. ‘That’s not necessary.’ It’d only mean setting it back up out in the living room when she was well again. She suddenly frowned. Had too much sleep fogged her brain? ‘Alex, why are you still here? Don’t you have a company to run?’
    ‘The company isn’t important.’
    She stilled at that, glanced down at the photo frame. Had he changed his mind about having a baby? Yesterday he’d been in shock and denial. But maybe today… ‘Are you trying to tell me that you’ve come around to the idea of being a father?’
    ‘No.’ The single word was inflexible. His face had gone impassive, emotionless. It was an expression she was starting to recognize, and loathe.
    ‘Then don’t you think it would be better for both of us if you just left?’
    He didn’t say anything.
    ‘Between them, Caro and Doreen can take perfectly good care of me.’
    He dragged a hand down his face then before seizing the chair and pulling it back a foot or so and planting himself in it. He leant forward to rest his elbows on his knees. ‘Caro told me that over the course of the next two days Doreen is booked in for a rash of tests at the hospital. It’s something to do with late onset diabetes,’ he added quickly when she bolted upright, ‘and it’s nothing serious, but…’
    But it meant Doreen wouldn’t be available to look after her. Kit settled back again, chewing her lip.
    ‘And Doreen told me that Caro’s mother is arriving from England tomorrow and—’
    ‘Oh!’ Kit clapped a hand to her forehead. ‘Caro is collecting her from Sydney Airport. She’s leaving at the crack of dawn to get there in time. I forgot.’
    ‘She was going to change her plans and make other arrangements for her mother, but I told her not to. If you think I did wrong, then I can call her now and—’
    ‘No, no. Caro hasn’t seen her mum in over a year.’ And while Caro’s mother was staying for a month, Kit certainly wasn’t going to be responsible for delaying their reunion.
    ‘And we’ve all been trying to ring your grandmother,’ Alex continued, ‘but…’
    Kit smiled faintly. ‘But she’s a gadabout who refuses to carry a mobile phone. If you leave her a message on Tuesday you might hear back by Friday.’
    ‘And your mother lives—’
    ‘In Brisbane,’ she finished for him.
    She pressed her fingers to her temples. Think!
    ‘Kit?’
    She glanced up.
    ‘I’m staying in Tuncurry until the weekend.’
    ‘But—’
    ‘It’s non-negotiable. There are things we need to discuss, but they can wait until you are well again. It’s just as easy for me to stay here and keep an eye on you than it is to book into a motel.’
    Easy for who?
    ‘And