‘Last night.’

Libby grinned. ‘I bet he was over the moon.’

Katy rolled her eyes and blushed slightly. ‘You know Jago—macho Spaniard to the last. You’d think it was his achievement alone. A public declaration of his manhood and virility.’

Libby laughed. ‘How many weeks gone are you?’

‘Only six.’ Katy let out a long breath. ‘Ridiculous, isn’t it? Getting excited so early. Something will probably go wrong.’

Detecting a hint of tears in her sister’s eyes, Libby leaned forward and squeezed her hand. ‘Nothing will go wrong, angel. It will be fine.’

‘But the last one—’

‘You fell, Katy,’ Libby reminded her softly. ‘You had a really bad fall. And it was more than eleven years ago. That’s a long time.’

‘Do you think so?’ Katy looked at her, desperate for reassurance, and Libby grinned.

‘You’re the doctor, honey. You should be telling yourself these things. Have you spoken to Alex? He’s convinced he’s God’s gift to pregnant women at the moment.’

Katy shook her head. ‘Not yet, but Jago and I are meeting him for supper on Friday. Any chance of you coming?’

Libby shook her head. ‘I’m working. And, anyway, Alex isn’t my favourite person at the moment. We’ve had a sort of falling-out. I don’t think I could spend an evening in his company without physically abusing him.’

Katy sighed. ‘I knew that it was a mistake for him to move into the flat when I moved out. The two of you are always arguing about something. What is it this time?’

‘He didn’t buy me at the auction,’ Libby said darkly, and Katy’s eyes widened.

‘Was he supposed to?’

‘Yes.’ Libby scowled at the memory. ‘I didn’t want to be forced to go on a date.’

‘And he forgot?’

‘Of course he didn’t forget.’ Libby’s mouth tightened. ‘You know Alex. Why miss an excuse to wind me up? Don’t worry. I’m going to the ball so we can all get together then and I’ll tread on his toes.’

Katy stopped with her cup in mid-air. ‘You’re going to the ball? But I thought—’

‘I know, I know.’ Libby pulled a face. ‘I sort of trapped myself into it.’

Katy put her cup back down on the table so hard that the tea slopped into the saucer. ‘You’re not going with Philip?’

‘No!’ Libby gave a shudder. ‘I most certainly am not going with Philip. I wasn’t going at all but then he implied that I was obviously too broken-hearted to go out so I was forced into a corner. If I stay at home he’ll think I’m pining for him and there’s no way I want him thinking that. Arrogant rat.’

‘So are you going with the gorgeous Greek who bid a fortune for you at the auction?’

Libby stiffened. ‘How do you know about that? Who’s been talking?’

‘The whole hospital,’ Katy told her, her eyes amused. ‘And can you blame them? He paid one thousand pounds for you, Lib! Everyone else was bidding tiny amounts.’