The Surgeon's Love-Child. Lilian Darcy

GP I can tell just by looking at you that your iron stores are low.’

      Unexpectedly, she laughed. ‘They probably are.’

      ‘You need steak. And a swim.’

      ‘The swim I won’t argue with.’

      ‘Neither will I, as long as it’s after the steak.’

      ‘All right…’

      ‘Then, when we’re sitting on the beach, I think we’ve got to talk about why you hesitated even for a second before you said yes to this,’ he finished.

      Casual tone. Meaningful after-shock.

      It was a threat. Candace was in no doubt about that. And it was a threat which sent twin curls of panic and dizzy need spiralling wildly through her blood. She stalled the car three times on the way home.