“So how do you know so much about it?” she asked, tilting her head to study him.
“I don’t. I’ve just seen women and worked with women who are pregnant. I’ve delivered two babies.”
“My goodness!” she exclaimed, flashing him a dazzling, dimpled smile that made his heart race. “I’m in good hands then, if this baby decides not to follow the schedule.”
“Don’t even say it. I was terrified both times. One was a woman caught in a flooded area and another was a woman in a car on the way to the hospital. Somewhere there’s a little Colin named after me because of my midwifery.”
She laughed, and he wished he could keep her smiling all evening. Sitting on the floor near her feet, he shifted around to face her, locking his arms around his knees with his back to the dying fire. “Feet cold? I can place another log on the fire.”
“No need. This is warming my feet.”
“What would happen if you called the hometown papers and let them know about the gubernatorial candidate?” he asked. Immediately the shuttered look returned to her eyes.
“I tried that long ago. He’s got control of his press. He has good friends there.”
“He can’t have good friends at every Louisiana paper. Keep trying.”
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