Annie followed his movements with her eyes. The tiny baby appeared even more diminutive cradled in his large hands. She swallowed and rubbed her hands together, encouraging the warmth back into them, but she couldn’t reproduce that intense heat and now she wondered if she’d just imagined it.
To have her body react on such a level, seemingly uncontrolled by her brain, was a strange concept. She wasn’t completely inexperienced, she was a twenty-nine-year-old divorcee, but she’d never felt this sort of visceral, impulsive attraction before. Were other people constantly aware of these feelings? Maybe she was the odd one out.
Surely this sensation must be an extraordinary one because how anyone could get anything done if they were trying to focus while dealing with these feelings was a mystery to her. She needed to get a grip. She couldn’t let herself be distracted by Caspar St Claire.
She returned her attention to her patient, annoyed with herself for losing focus. She waited to hear the baby’s first cry before she clamped and cut the umbilical cord and began to check the progress of twin number two.
Caspar finished his one-minute Apgar check, pronounced a birth weight of two thousand five hundred grams and handed the baby to a tearful but happy Kylie. Ellen, the midwife, loosened Kylie’s gown so she could expose her shoulder and have some skin-to-skin contact with her baby. With the new mum comfortably occupied with her newborn daughter, Caspar’s focus returned to Annie. She could sense his attention.
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