She’d seen the pain in his eyes, and felt a connection to him that made her heart rise in her throat. A baby was about to be born in an inn that was completely cut off from the outside world, and all that stood between success and complication was a retired obstetrician and a former nurse, a duo who had no instruments to work with and no other qualified person to call on to help. She shivered. Thank heavens Luke hadn’t asked her to help with the birth. She’d be about as helpful as a kite in a windstorm. But she was good with children, thanks to all the time she’d spent babysitting her brothers’ children. She hurried on down the corridor toward the apartment, peeling off her layers of clothing as she went. She found Mary with Ethan—who’d taken over the entire living room with Lego blocks—under the supervision of Henry, who met her at the door with a joyful bark. “Thanks for coming so quickly,”
