Campaign for Loving by Penny Jordan

Author:Penny Jordan [Jordan, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488029103
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1985-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

‘WELL, everything seems to be in working order. You’ll need to keep an eye on her, just in case there is any concussion. You know what to look for.’

Jaime was dimly aware of Dr Philips talking to someone who stood in the shadows of the unfamiliar room as he bent over her, searching for bruises and abrasions. ‘She’s lucky she got off so lightly.’

‘Yes.’

Jaime recognised the terse assent, and struggled to sit up.

‘Fern,’ she protested huskily, suddenly remembering her small daughter, ‘she’s with Mrs Simmonds. I must go and get her.’

‘You won’t be going anywhere—at least, not until tomorrow or the day after,’ Dr Philips told her, with cheerful disregard for her maternal anxiety.

‘Don’t worry about Fern, Jaime. I’ll go and collect her,’ Blake interjected.

‘Where am I?’ Jaime lifted her throbbing head, and gazed round the unfamiliar bedroom. She was lying in a large double bed that almost filled the floor space. An old-fashioned wardrobe stood in one corner of the room, almost opposite the curtained window, the door hanging open. She could see men’s clothing hanging up inside and, on the matching dresser, was a small pile of change and some masculine toilet articles.

‘This is your room.’ She whispered the accusation into the shadowy corner by the door where Blake stood. ‘Why have you brought me here? I want to go home.’

‘Now, now, Jaime. Stop making such a fuss,’ Dr Philips soothed. ‘Naturally, Blake brought you here. Who do you think could look after you and Fern if you stayed at home alone? Now just lie still. I’m going to give you an injection that will help you sleep.…’

‘My car…’ Jaime croaked feebly, knowing that, for now, she had no option but to give in to the combined male opposition of Dr Philips and Blake.

‘Stop worrying so much,’ Blake intervened roughly, ‘The car’s been taken care of. I’m having it towed to my garage where they’ll give it a thorough inspection.’

‘No!’ Jaime wanted to shout her protest, but Dr Philip’s injection was already taking effect, and the sound emerged as a pitifully small whisper. She wanted an independent garage to check over her car—someone she could trust. A forlorn tear trickled down her cheek as she admitted to herself how much she longed to be able to trust the man standing watching her with such apparent concern.

* * *

‘Wake up, Mummy, I’ve brought you your breakfast!’

Jaime opened her eyes reluctantly, wondering why the window had changed places, and then she remembered. Fern stood just inside the door of what, Jaime felt sure, must have been Blake’s room, beaming with excitement. Her small daughter’s face looked scrubbed and clean, her curly hair neatly brushed, the soft pink cord dungarees and toning T-shirt all properly fastened.

‘I dressed myself this morning,’ Fern declared importantly, just as though she realised what Jaime was thinking. ‘Well, Daddy did help me with some things,’ she admitted, obviously feeling that she ought to share the praise. ‘He told me a lovely story last night—all made up—and I had to sleep in a proper bed.

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