Baby for the Midwife: The Midwife's Baby / Spanish Doctor, Pregnant Midwife / Countdown to Baby. Anne Fraser

      Georgia had gone back to the room for one last check that they hadn’t left anything behind when the room phone rang.

      She frowned and picked it up. ‘Had a nice weekend, Mrs Winton?’

      Sol! Nausea rose like a wave in her throat and she sucked the air in through her nostrils and swallowed before she could open her mouth.

      Her voice when it came out was husky with distress. ‘I’m not Mrs Winton!’

      ‘No,’ Sol said. ‘You’re Mrs Beresford—so I hear—but not for long! I’m coming for you and our daughter. But something needs to be done first.’

      Then he rang off.

       CHAPTER TEN

      THE handset dropped from her fingers and spun giddily at the end of its cord beside the table. Georgia backed unsteadily across the room until she bumped into the bed behind her just as her legs collapsed from under her and she sat back limply. She hugged her knees.

      How had Sol tracked her up here? She straightened slowly and looked around the room for inspiration. She had to tell Max he was in danger.

      Then the next thought crashed into her. If she told Max, what would he do? She knew what he would do. He’d search out Sol—if Sol could find them then Max could find Sol—and Max had sworn he would not let Sol upset her again.