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She let her head slump back on the seat for a moment. Her mouth was as dry as dust. And her heart, though she was already fighting to control it, was thudding in her throat. “I started to skid coming down the incline. I thought—I hoped—I might be able to ride it out. ” He glanced at the front of her car again. The damage could have been worse, much worse. If she’d been going any faster … There was no use speculating. He turned to her again, studying her face for signs of shock or concussion. ” “Yes.

He wasn’t a gentle man, or even a contented man, but he was a kind one, and, she was certain, a man of his word. If they were using each other, her for sanctuary, him for art, it was a fair exchange. She needed to rest. God knew she needed whatever time she could steal to rest and recover. She hadn’t told him how tired she was, how much effort it took for her just to keep on her feet for most of the day. Physically the pregnancy had been an easy one. She was strong, she was healthy. Otherwise she would have crumpled long before this.

It was dim and slightly yellow, but he could see her clearly, and he wanted to be certain that she saw him, as well. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. “Don’t lie to me. ” Her voice was so calm, so even, that he nearly believed her. ” She said nothing, just stared at him with those dark blue eyes. He swore at her, but she didn’t flinch. He sprang up to pace the room, but she didn’t shudder. Abruptly he dropped down on the bed again and caught her chin in his hand. She went absolutely still.