‘What the—?’ Logan’s voice penetrated the fog of excitement that had anaesthetised her brain, and Flora opened her eyes dizzily, trying to remember where she was.

‘Logan.’ She said his name breathlessly and snatched her hands guiltily away from Conner’s chest.

Logan gave a low growl of anger. ‘Damn you, Conner, what the hell do you think you’re doing?’

‘Kissing your practice nurse.’ Conner’s tone was cool, almost bored. But he released his grip on her bottom and shrugged. ‘Caught red-handed.’ His gaze slid to Flora and he gave a faint smile. ‘Or perhaps I should say red-faced.’

Flora froze as Logan turned his disbelieving gaze on her.

‘Flora?’

She stood, trapped in the headlights of his disapproval. This was it, then. The moment that had been inevitable.

The moment of discovery.

She waited to feel embarrassed, but nothing happened. Tentatively, she examined the way she felt. Did she want the floor to open up and swallow her? No, she didn’t. Did she wish she could turn the clock back? Absolutely not.

Flora frowned slightly, wondering why Logan’s incredulous glance had so little effect on her. And then she looked at Conner—at the hard lines of his handsome face—and everything inside her disintegrated. Everything she’d thought she was, everything she’d thought she wanted—it all descended into rubble and she realised that the reason she wasn’t embarrassed was because she didn’t care what Logan thought. And the reason she didn’t care what Logan thought was because she loved Conner.

She loved him.

Even though it was foolish and she was going to end up in tears, she was completely and utterly crazy about Conner.

She stood for a moment, shocked, exhilarated and absolutely terrified.

Then she turned to Logan, about to tell him that she didn’t care what he thought, but something in his expression caught her attention. ‘Logan? Is something wrong?’

Logan was glaring at Conner. ‘You just can’t help it, can you? You have to cause trouble. I ought to punch your lights out.’

‘You’re right,’ Conner drawled, ‘you probably should.’

‘Stop it, both of you.’ Flora was staring at Logan, her concern mounting as she noticed the unnatural pallor of his skin. ‘Something has happened, hasn’t it? Is it Kirsty? For goodness’ sake, say something! You’re scaring me.’

‘Kirsty’s fine.’ Logan’s voice was harsh. ‘But Evanna’s waters have broken.’

‘Oh…’ Flora immediately stepped forward and closed her fingers over his arm, her grip offering reassurance and support. ‘It will be fine, Logan. Where is she?’

‘In the car. I’m taking her to the ferry.’ His breathing unsteady, Logan looked at Conner. ‘I just came to tell you that the two of you are in charge. And then you—’

‘Forget that,’ Flora interrupted him. ‘What’s happening to Kirsty?’

‘Meg is having her, but if she needs any help—’