Summer Fling

And then she saw another car close behind her. An open-topped sports car with a dark-haired man at the wheel.

Logan. And he was flashing his lights.

She pulled up outside Sonia’s house and hurried out of her car. ‘What are you doing here? Sonia tried to phone me and—’

‘Her waters have broken.’ Logan’s tone was grim. ‘Steve called me five minutes ago. There’s a ferry leaving in ten minutes. Damn it, Evanna, we’d better get her on that boat because I am not delivering another baby on this island.’

‘Calm down,’ Evanna said softly, reflecting on the fact that she’d never had to use those words to Logan before. In all the years they’d worked together, she’d never seen him panic. ‘It’s her first baby so I’m sure there’s plenty of time. Given that she’s only thirty-six weeks, I agree that we should transfer her to the mainland. Is she having contractions?’

‘Not according to Steve.’

Evanna looked at his face and saw the tension. She put a steadying hand on his arm. ‘It’s going to be fine, Logan.’ And then she realised what an utterly stupid thing that was to say because it hadn’t been fine for Catherine. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be.’ His voice was harsh. ‘And I’m sure it will be OK but I’d rather it was fine on the mainland and not on this island. I’m not delivering another baby here, Evanna. Unless the head is actually showing, she’s going on that ferry. And if the head is about to be delivered, I’m calling the helicopter.’

‘Logan …’ It was so unlike him to be anything other than entirely relaxed that for a moment she didn’t know how to respond and she wasn’t given a chance to work out the right thing to say because Steve appeared in the doorway, the phone in his hand.

‘Thank goodness you’re here. She’s having contractions.’ He spoke rapidly and there was panic in his voice. ‘Strong ones. Every minute.’

Evanna grabbed her bag from the car and sprinted down the path. ‘Where is she?’

‘Up in the bedroom. She was having a lie-down when it all started. She stood up to go to the toilet and her waters broke. Then nothing for a while and then suddenly all this pain and she keeps yelling at me and telling me she feels sick.’ Steve jabbed his fingers through his hair. ‘Her bag’s packed and everything. Should I take her to the hospital?’

‘Yes. Get the car out of the garage,’ Logan said tersely, but Evanna intervened.

‘We’ll just look at her first,’ she said quickly, catching Logan’s eye to prevent him from arguing with her. It wouldn’t help Steve to know that Logan was worried. ‘Ca

n I go up?’

‘Of course. You know where it is. First on the right.’

Evanna ran up the narrow staircase and pushed open the bedroom door. ‘Sonia?’

She was on the floor, kneeling, her elbows on the bed. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and her eyes were scared. ‘Nurse Duncan. Thank goodness. I tried to call you.’

‘I know. I had a missed call and then you didn’t answer. But I’m here now. Goodness, you look hot. Let’s get a cool flannel on your head.’ Evanna dropped her bag on the floor and knelt down next to Sonia. ‘You’re going to be fine, I promise. I just need to wash my hands and then I can take a look at you and we can decide what to do. Can I use the bathroom?’

‘Through there.’ Sonia waved a hand and then gave a howl of pain and buried her head in her arms. Steve came thundering up the stairs and slid an arm round her.

‘There, love. You’re doing well,’ he said in a bracingly cheerful tone.

Evanna emerged from the bathroom in time to hear Sonia snap, ‘Get away from me.’

Seeing the hurt and confusion on Steve’s face, she put a hand on his arm. ‘Women in labour always say things they don’t mean,’ she said softly, kneeling on the floor next to Sonia and rubbing her shoulders.

‘I just want to help,’ Steve said helplessly, and Evanna nodded.

‘Could you fetch a jug of iced water? And a cool flannel would be welcome, I’m sure. This heat is stifling.’

‘I put the fan on her but it seemed to make her cross.’

‘Don’t tell the whole island I’m moody!’ The contraction eased and Sonia groaned. ‘This is agony. Why don’t any of the books tell you that it’s this painful? There’s all this rubbish about breathing through the pain and when it hits it’s so bad I can’t breathe at all!’

‘How often have the pains been coming?’

‘It feels continuous,’ Sonia groaned. ‘My waters broke and there was nothing and then suddenly, wham. Agony.’

‘Evanna.’ Logan’s tone was sharp and Evanna looked up to see him standing in the doorway, his knuckles white as he held onto his phone. ‘We need to get her to the hospital. Jim is holding the ferry.’