‘That’s fine,’ Flora said quickly. ‘Of course.’

‘You’re taking Evanna to the ferry?’ Conner frowned. ‘The last thing I heard, the ferry wasn’t going to run. There’s a storm brewing, Logan.’

‘I know there’s a storm. And that’s why we’re getting off this island while we still can. I’ve already left it too late. We should have gone last weekend but Evanna is so damn stubborn.’

‘But—’

‘I know what I’m doing,’ Logan said harshly, yanking open the door. ‘Just keep an eye on the place while I’m gone.’ He glared angrily at Conner. ‘And try not to kiss anybody else.’

Janet appeared in the doorway, her face white. ‘Logan, you have to come. Evanna says she wants to push. I’ve helped her out of the car and back into the house.’

‘No!’ Logan raked a hand through his hair, his voice sharp with panic. ‘That isn’t right. I don’t want Evanna in the house. I want her on the ferry. And if the ferry isn’t running, we’ll call the air ambulance—’

Flora took control. ‘If she wants to push, Conner should take a look at her.’

‘I don’t want him anywhere near my wife!’ Logan rounded on him like a wounded animal and Conner’s eyes narrowed.

‘Relax. My taste has never run to heavily pregnant women.’

Flora sighed with exasperation and waved Janet away. ‘Get me a delivery pack, Janet. Evanna’s room. Tall cupboard on the right, top shelf. You two…’ She turned to Logan and Conner, her eyes flashing with exasperation. ‘Enough. All this testosterone is starting to get on my nerves and I can’t concentrate. Logan, listen to me.’ Stepping forward, she closed her hand over his wrist, her voice crisp. ‘You are in no fit state to assess your wife’s progress in labour. Conner and I will do that.’ She could feel his pulse thundering under her fingers. ‘We’ll do that now. If Evanna is going to have this baby imminently, we need to be prepared.’

Conner looked as though he was about to speak and Flora silenced him with a glare, her instincts warning her that he was about to say something Logan didn’t need to hear.

‘She’s not having our baby on this island.’ Logan inhaled deeply and looked at her, his eyes bright with fear. ‘I am not losing my wife!’

CHAPTER TEN

‘IT WOULD really help if someone could tell me what is going on here,’ Conner drawled as he and Flora followed Logan through the surgery to the door that connected with their house. ‘My cousin, who I always considered to be of sound mind, appears to have lost the plot. Given that he isn’t usually prone to bouts of hysterics, I’m assuming there’s a reason.’

Flora paused until Logan was out of earshot. ‘He hasn’t told you what happened to his first wife?’