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obviously been counting on a doctor, a team of comforting nurses, a nice, sterile delivery room and plenty of high-tech equipment. A shot of some kind of painkiller, too, more than likely. What she was getting was a drunken amateur in an isolated ranch house. It hardly seemed fair after all she’d already been through. After all he’d put her through, he amended.
    An agonized scream cut through the air and sent panic slicing through him. He tore down the hall to the bedroom. He found her panting, her face scrunched up with pain, sweat beading up on her brow and pouring down her cheeks. Damned if he didn’t think she looked beautiful, anyway. The door to that place in hell gaped wider.
    “You okay?” he asked, then shook himself. “Sorry. Dumb question. Of course, you’re not okay.”
    He grabbed a clean washcloth from the linen closet, dashed into the bathroom to soak it with cool water, then wiped her brow. He might not be exactly sober yet, but his brain was beginning to function and his limbs were following orders. For the first time, he honestly believed they could get through this without calamity striking.
    “You’re doing fine,” he soothed. “This is one hell of a pickle, but nothing we can’t manage.”
    “Did…you…call…a doctor?” she asked.
    A doctor?
Why hadn’t he acted on that thought back when he’d had it himself? Maybe because he’d figured it would be futile. More likely, because his brain cells had shut down hours ago just the way he’d wanted them to.
    “Next thing on my list,” he assured her.
    She eyed him doubtfully. “You…have…a list?”
    “Of course I have a list,” he said, injecting a confident note into his voice. “The water’s boiling. The coffee’s on.”
    “Coffee?”
    “For me. You don’t want me falling asleep in the middle of all the fun, do you?”
    “I doubt there’s much chance of that,” she said, sighing as the pain visibly eased.
    Her gaze traveled over him from head to toe, examining him so intently that it was all Luke could do not to squirm. Under other circumstances, that examination would have made his pulse buck so hard he wouldn’t have recovered for days. As it was, he looked away as fast as he could. Obviously, this was some sort of penance dreamed up for his sins. He was going to be stranded with Jessie, forced to deliver his brother’s baby, and then he was going to have to watch the two of them walk out of his life. Unless, of course…
    “Luke, can I ask you a question?”
    He was relieved by the interruption. There was only heartache in the direction his thoughts were taking. “Seeing how we’re going to be getting pretty intimate here in a bit, I suppose you can ask me anything you like.”
    “Are you drunk?”
    He had hoped she hadn’t noticed. “Darlin’, I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.”
    This time he doubted Jessie’s groan of anguish had anything to do with her labor pains.
    “Luke?”
    “Yes, Jessie.”
    “Maybe you’d better bring me a very big glass of whatever it was you were drinking.”
    He grinned at the wistful note in her voice. “Darlin’, when this baby turns up, you and I are going to drink one hell of a toast. Until then, I think maybe we’d both better stay as far away from that bottle as we can. Besides, as best I can recall, I smashed it against the fireplace.”
    She regarded him with pleading blue eyes. “Luke, please? I’m not sure I can do this without help. There’s bound to be another bottle of something around here.”
    He thought of the cabinet filled with whiskey, considered getting a couple of shots to help both of them, then dismissed the temptation as a very bad idea. “You’ve got all the help you could possibly need. I’m right here with you. Besides, alcohol’s not good for the baby. Haven’t you read all those headlines warning about that very thing?”
    “I don’t think the baby’s going to be inside me long enough to get so much as a sip,”