Valentine Babies (Holiday Babies Series) Read Online Free

squeezed her sister’s
shoulders.
    Roxanne moaned. Her eyelids fluttered.
    Tiffany bent over her sister, kissed her face, and shook her
shoulders. “Open your eyes, Roxy, please.”
    “Easy on her. No need to dislocate her shoulder. She’s
back,” Greg said.
    “Is she coming down with epilepsy like Madelyn did a year
ago?” Tiffany’s lips wobbled in fear.
    “Absolutely not. She hasn’t eaten much today and she was too
emotional.”
    “Emotional to the point of fainting? No way. You don’t know
Roxy. She’s the pillar of our family.”
    “Maybe she’s coming down with a virus. Listen, stay with
her. I’ll go get my medical kit from my car and examine her. Okay?” Roxanne
could have fainted from lack of food today or...
    A new suspicion nudged into his mind. “Good God, I hope I’m
wrong,” he muttered to himself. Soon he’d find out. Although, he wasn’t sure
how he could help if his theory proved right. “Tiffany, talk to her. She’s
awake.”
    Greg was back in less than five minutes. Tiffany was holding
a glass of water to Roxanne’s mouth to help her drink.
    He set his stethoscope in his ears and pressed the disc over
her back, trying to listen through the velvety material. “Cough.” He circled
the disc on her back. “Good. Now, can you unzip the dress and lower it?”
    Tiffany frowned.
    “I’m a doctor. An OB/GYN. I examined naked women all day
long. Right now she’s a patient like any other.” Not exactly true, but he’d do
his damnedest to ignore her pretty assets. “Stop being bashful and lower the
dress.”
    Tiffany squeezed her sister’s hand. “Do as he says,” Roxanne
murmured. She tried to raise herself. They both helped her to a sitting position.
Tiffany unzipped the back of the dress and lowered the bodice.
    “Good enough. It’s going to be cold on your skin,” Greg
warned. He focused on the metallic disc of his stethoscope and moved it over
her upper chest, and around the burgundy lace half covering her breasts. Listen.
Don’t look . He dutifully avoided the generous mounds, and pressed the disc
at the base of her bra.
    “No problems with your heart and lungs.” He glided his
instrument under her skirt, just above her belly button and listened, then he
pulled back. “You can dress.”
    He turned his back while Tiffany helped Roxanne with the
sleeves. There were more tests to be done. One in particular, but he wanted the
little sister out of the way.
    “Are you staying at the Marriott for the night, Roxanne?”
     “No. I’m driving Mom home. We have to prepare for
tomorrow’s bridal brunch. The others are staying.” Roxanne’s voice was low and
feeble.
    “You can’t drive in this shape. Can you bunk with your
sisters?”
    “Not enough space.” Tiffany shook her head. “I have a room
but I’m sharing it with two of Heather’s kids and Claire will be keeping the
other two.” She shrugged. “Mom’s idea to make sure her daughters behave.”
    “Roxanne can stay here. There are two beds. I’ll keep an eye
on her. A very professional one. I don’t want her alone in case she faints
again.”
    Both young women looked at him but didn’t answer.
    “Tiffany, can you explain her absence to the family without
worrying them?”
    “I’ll tell them she’s having a drink with you at a bar.”
    “But...” he started and looked at Roxanne.
    She shrugged. “They’ll think I’m being independent and
selfish as usual. Don’t worry.”
    “In that case, I’ll drive you home tomorrow. You’ll feel
better after a good restful night.”
    “Tiffany, please get me something to wear to bed.” Roxanne
sighed and closed her eyes. The poor girl was trapped and would probably
welcome any help. As if there was anything he could do.
    “Be right back.” Tiffany disappeared and returned with a
short pink gown. “That’s all I have.”
    To give them some privacy, Greg went to the bathroom to
change into a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt.
    A few minutes later, he