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wake of him seeing her in what could only have appeared a compromising position with Mac it would have been much worse. ‘I was just going to update him on the little boy he treated yesterday. The one hit by the car.’
    â€˜Oh…Keiran. How’s he doing?’
    â€˜Really well. Could you pass that on, maybe, when Dr Earnshaw’s in tomorrow? Or…tell him to page me.’
    The nurse was nodding but clearly hadn’t noticed the way Anne clenched her fists at her final words and she couldn’t know how her heart was hammering at the thought of hearing David’s voice on the phone. She was distracted, in any case, by the arrival of a stretcher. Someone with a neck collar and padding in place that suggested a spinal injury.
    Anne left the department. It should feel like a reprieve but, instead, she could feel a new tension in the wake of realising how fast David must have left the building.
    Was he avoiding her?
    Quite probably, she decided the next day when several pager messages went unanswered.
    He was nowhere to be seen when she found an excuse to go into the emergency department on her way home the day after that either but Anne hesitated before making a query about when he was next rostered on.
    If she started asking questions, where would she stop?
    Would someone know why he was here at all? Or how long for? Where he was living?
    He’d leased out his house long term when he’d left so he couldn’t have gone back to the fabulous property he’d inherited from his mother. That huge old house in the exclusive, leafy suburb that Anne was as familiar with as she was with her own home.
    How weird would that feel, to come back to the city you’d lived in virtually your whole life but not be able to go home?
    It probably paled into insignificance compared to seeing the woman you’d loved, who’d sworn she never wanted children, looking ready to give birth at any moment.
    She was getting used to the startled looks people gave her belly—as though it was a miracle she could still function with such a massive bump. Anne’s smile was wry. Just as well they hadn’t decided to implant all the embryos and she wasn’t pregnant with triplets.
    It was becoming seriously difficult to fit behind the steering-wheel of her car now. Maybe she shouldn’t be driving any more? Imagine what could happen in even a minor collision? Fortunately it was only a short driveto her inner-city cottage and when she arrived safely she threw her car keys into a drawer and shut it firmly. From now on she was going to walk or take a taxi.
    She’d cut her hours at the hospital for the next few days too and then she was going to turn into the world’s biggest couch potato.
    And maybe…hopefully…she would be able to get her head around David’s reappearance in her life and decide what to do about it.
    She was overdoing things. No wonder she felt too emotionally fragile to cope with talking to him.
    And no wonder her back was aching so much.
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    Six hours later, just after midnight, her backache still hadn’t eased and that was when Anne felt the first contraction.
    She rang Julia and Mac immediately.
    â€˜I just had a contraction,’ she said tersely. ‘Damn it! It’s way too early.’
    â€˜You’re a little bit over thirty-six weeks,’ Julia said, clearly struggling to sound calm. ‘That’s not early for twins. You’ll be fine, Annie. Mac’s on a night shift. I’ll ring him and then I’m on my way. It’ll take me a good thirty minutes to get into town, though, so if the contractions speed up, you should get yourself to hospital. Don’t drive. Call a taxi.’
    â€˜Ah…’ Anne could feel the grip of a new contraction starting already. She could also feel an ominous trickle of fluid down her legs.
    â€˜Annie?’ Julia’s voice lost any pretence of calm. ‘Are you all