Checking caller ID, he saw that it was Faith and frowned. She never called him when he was working. Never. She was supposed to be shopping. Maybe she’d had car trouble. He walked out of the business office and into the hallway of the dental clinic and flipped open his phone.“Faith, what is it?”“I’m sorry to bother you while you’re working, Brian, but I thought you’d want to know. I know why both the babies were fussy last night.”“What’s wrong?”“They have the stomach bug.”Stomach bug? “You mean they’re throwing up?” That wasn’t good. Not good at all.“Afraid so. I wanted to warn you. These viruses are very contagious and you haven’t—”“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Ignoring her protest, he snapped the phone shut and sprinted to his car. Both babies were sick. He didn’t know anything about sick kids. Hell, he didn’t know anything about healthy kids. What if Faith was wrong and it wasn’t just a virus? What if something serious was wrong with the kids?By the time he reached home, he was a wreck, convinced the babies had some dire disease and for some ridiculous reason, Faith hadn’t wanted to worry him.“Faith!”
