Cautiously Jess turned her head and met Drago’s tense gaze. ‘Lie still. The doctor is on his way.’ She immediately jerked upright—and gagged as a wave of nausea swept over her. ‘Dio! Do you ever do as you are told?’ Concern overrode the impatience in his voice as he eased her back down onto the pillows. ‘My dress will get creased if I lie down in it,’ she argued, although she did not try to move again for the simple reason that she was afraid she would be sick. ‘I don’t need a doctor.’ His answer was uncompromising. ‘Of course you do. You passed out, you’re as white as death, and you’ve been suffering from dizzy spells.’ It was easier to let Drago take control, Jess decided wearily. And in truth she felt awful. The doctor arrived a few minutes later. A softly spoken man, with grey hair and a reassuringly calm manner, he checked her blood pressure, asked various questions and took a blood sample which he said he would test to see if she was anaemic. ‘It is a fairly common problem with young women as iron is lost during menstruation each month—especially if they do not eat properly because of the fashion to be thin,’ he said, with a meaningful glance at Jess’s slender figure.
