He’d ended it because he thought she wanted to get married and have children. Or had he ended it because he was afraid that the ever-increasing rumours would hurt her? She wasn’t sure any more. She’d replayed their last conversation in her head so many times that she felt as though her brain had turned into spaghetti.

Evanna looked guilty. ‘It’s our fault. Logan and I are so wrapped up in little Charlie and you and Conner are working so hard covering for the pair of us. How has he been with you? Moody?’

‘I don’t see that much of him. We do our own clinics.’ Flora stood up quickly. ‘Great to see you and Charlie looks great, too, and—’

‘Flora…’ Evanna peered closely at her. ‘What is the matter with you? You’re behaving very oddly. Is it the baby?’ Her voice softened. ‘Has it made you all broody? I know how much you want your own family and it will happen. One day you’re going to meet the man of your dreams and have a family of your own.’

‘Yes.’ Flora felt as though her face was going to crack. ‘Absolutely.’ And she realised that her dream didn’t seem so clear any more.

What she wanted was to be with Conner.

And if he didn’t want to get married or have a family—well, she’d live with that.

But he didn’t want her, did he?

He’d ended the relationship.

Evanna’s hand stilled on the baby’s back. ‘I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong.’ She frowned. ‘Flora?’

Flora looked at Evanna and Charlie. And she thought of Logan and what they shared.

And then she thought of what she’d had with Conner.

Had he at any point actually said that he didn’t want her? No. Yet again she ran through the conversation in her head, trying to remember every last detail. What he’d said was that he wasn’t the right man for her. That she wouldn’t want to be seen with him in public.

And when he’d said that, she hadn’t argued with him because, as usual, she hadn’t known what to say. She’d let him walk away because she hadn’t thought of the right thing to say at the right time.

But suddenly she knew exactly what she wanted to say.

Maybe he didn’t want her any more, but she needed to find out. And she didn’t care about pride because some things were more important than pride.

Panic fluttered inside her. ‘Evanna, where is Conner, do you know?’

‘He went to the Stag’s Head for a drink with Logan.’