Sitting through dinner with my brother, his wife, and a blind date arranged by my sister-in-law, Jenny, isn’t my idea of a relaxing meal with family—it’s torture. I’ve repeatedly told Jenny, that I’m not interested in blind dates and to stop arranging them. Of course tonight goes to show that she doesn’t listen to a word that I say.

The woman in question might be pleasant, but she isn’t Sirena Bennett. If she were I’d be sitting here throbbing. However, no one comes close to Sirena, and I don’t think a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about her and wondered if she’d finally kicked her husband out.

Her cousin, Alexander, has told me that he hasn’t seen her for a while but she must be doing well otherwise he’d have heard, so I have to settle with that.

My fingers still twitch with the urge to touch her, and my palms tingle when I think about touching her belly to feel her child.

She’d been shy and soft when she’d asked me if I’d like to feel her baby move, and that had endeared her to me all the more.

“Garrett, you with us?” William, my brother asks, waving a hand in front of my face as I realize they’re getting up to leave.

I blink a few times. “I’m sorry. I have a lot going on.” Feeling like the worse date ever, I turn to Annalise. “I also need to apologies to you. I’m distracted with the new hotel and it takes up a lot of my time.” That’s only half true, but I can hardly tell her the truth, that I’ve been thinking about another woman.

“I understand, Garrett.” She takes my arm and stays close. I tell myself five more minutes and then I’ll be home free. That is until my sister-in-law opens her mouth.

“Garrett, why don’t you take Annalise into the bar for a nightcap.” Jenny smiles and my brother frowns at his wife. He opens his mouth, but I interrupt because the last thing I want is to cause a problem between them both.

“I’d love to but I’m afraid I have a overseas conference call in thirty minutes.” I cringe inside at using such a lame excuse.

“Annalise, you must come for dinner next week. Same time and place,” Jenny invites and I grit my teeth.

By the look on William’s face he’s going to be having words with his wife.

“I’d like that. Thank you.” Annalise looks at me, letting me know with that look that she knows I’m not happy but doesn’t really give a shit.

“I’m sure Garrett won’t mind picking you up.” Jenny has gone too far now.

“Sorry, I can’t do that as I don’t know where I’ll be coming from or even if I can make it.” I lean forward and for once have to force myself to kiss Jenny on the cheek, and to be polite I offer the same goodbye to Annalise.

Hitting my brother on his back in a manly hug, I hiss, “Tell her to stop or I won’t be joining you again.”

I step back and glance at them once more when there’s a loud crashing sound and the screech of a woman followed by cursing and more crashing.

We all turn to the sound and I feel as though I’ve been punched in the stomach when I spot Charlotte McKenzie, and hear her shout, “Call nine one one, she’s pregnant!”

Sirena?

“Let’s leave and give them more room,” William suggests, but I find myself moving closer and pushing through the patrons of the restaurant who obviously have nothing better to do than to watch a woman who needs help.

“Excuse me.” I finally push my way through and my heart stops. It is Sirena.

Dropping to the floor at her side, I wrap my arm around her and smile when she looks at me. “We really need to stop meeting under difficult circumstances.”

“Garrett,” she whispers.

“Yeah, honey, it’s me . . . Are you in pain?”

She shakes her head.

“You need to leave. I saw you at dinner and you’re with someone.” She looks at her sister and tries to move away from my touch, but I’m not going anywhere.

“She’s a blind date that my sister-in-law set up, against my wishes, I might add.” I refrain from mentioning how much Sirena has been on my mind since our meeting in the elevator and tightening my grip around her waist, I say, “Now stop being awkward and let me help you.”

She holds my gaze and I know she accepts my help as I feel her relax in my arms.

“An ambulance will be here soon,” Charlotte offers. “I should call Mom.” She bites her lip.

“No way,” Sirena refuses. “Please don’t call her. Her and Dad will have me moving in with them, which will only drive me crazy.”

Charlotte sighs. “I get it. Okay, I’ll hold off on calling the troops, but not for long.”

Sirena turns her head and rests against my chest as though she’s tired and wants peace. “Honey, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not in any pain, which I guess has to be good, but in truth I was tired before we came out to dinner.” Sirena follows her words by yawning. “Sorry, Charlotte, and Garrett . . .”

I shake my head and rest my chin on the top of her head. “Don’t be sorry.”

“Garrett?” Jenny questions, which brings me back to the reason why I’m in the restaurant to begin with. “Do you know this, um, girl?”

Sirena tries to move out of my arms but I’m not having any of it. “Stay.”

I turn and face Jenny, William, and Annalise. “Yes, I know Sirena. I’m going to stay with her.”

Conversation is abruptly broken off when the paramedics come racing inside. They crouch down on either side of Sirena so I try and move out of the way.

“No,” Sirena clutches at my shirt, “please stay with me.”

My heart thumps in my chest happy that she wants me to stay with her but it causes her sister to frown at us both.

By the time Sirena has been loaded into the ambulance the tech asks, “Who’s riding with her?”

I want to say that I am, but I don’t have that right—Charlotte does, and that makes me jealous and sad, which is stupid.

“He is,” Charlotte states and steps back. “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

I’m momentarily stunned and then when I hear Jenny in the background hissing at William that I’m embarrassing them, I snap out of it and reach out for Charlotte. “Wait. Why?”

She offers a wry smile. “My sister wants you with her, just please take care of her. I’ll see you soon.” Charlotte disappears toward the parking lot and I’m too angry to talk to my family right now.

Stepping into the ambulance, I sit where indicated and take Sirena’s sweaty hand and encase it in my own.

* * *

Pacing outside of Sirena’s hospital room, I glance at Charlotte and meet her gaze. “How much longer?”

Charlotte’s sighs. “I have as much clue as you do.”

“They’ve been in there for an hour,” I complain. “What’s taking them so long?”

Tipping her head to the side, Charlotte holds my gaze and very slowly pats the chair beside her. “Sit, Garrett.”

I hesitate because I’m worried to stay in one place, which is ridiculous. This is only the second time that I’ve seen Sirena so why am I acting like the father of her child? And why am I so concerned about her health?

Closing my eyes, I inhale and finally sit next to Charlotte who smiles.

“I’ve heard so much about you that I told Sirena to stay away from you.” She shrugs. “I think I was wrong to do that. She was really upset when she spotted you across the restaurant with the other woman’s hand on your back.”

In a way, I’m glad to hear that because it means I’m not the only one who felt something that day in the elevator, but the last thing I’d ever want is to cause her distress. I rub my chest and admit, “My sister-in-law arranged for her to be at dinner. She wants me with one of her friends. I however, have no interest.” I lean forward and rest my head in my hands. “She stopped for a while but tonight she seems to have started again.” I glance at Charlotte. “I’m not interested in anyone else, Charlotte.”

Offering a mirthless laugh, I continue, “I’ve spent the past month trying to forget your sister,” I glance to the door and back to Charlotte, “but I haven’t been able to. I’m too old for someone who is just starting out on her own . . . There’s just something there, between us . . . I’ve no idea how to explain it, but I have this need to look after her and to give her everything she wants. To care for her, and just to damn well be with her.” Sitting back I close my eyes and leave Charlotte to make out what she will from what I’ve just admitted.

The silence stretches out, which is good on my throbbing head although my patience really is wearing thin now.

“My sister has been badly hurt and she’s struggling to put a brave face on everything now . . . All I ask is that you please tread carefully with her because I have a feeling that you’re going to be the only man to ever have the power to totally destroy her.”

I sit back and rest my head against the wall behind me. Closing my eyes I imagine Sirena smiling at me, and my heart turns over. How is that possible, so soon?

I hear Charlotte suddenly jumping to her feet, her eyes locked onto Sirena’s door. I turn my head and see her doctor walking out of the room.

He smiles. “The baby is fine.”

“And Sirena?” I ask, holding my breath.

“Sirena is fine, or will be once the bruising on her coccyx otherwise known as the tailbone heels.” The doctor smiles. “Please don’t worry. All is well but we are keeping her in overnight just to be safe.”

“Can we see her?”

“Go ahead.” He waves us toward the door.

I hesitate and give Charlotte space to visit with her sister even though the urge to dash inside and see Sirena for myself is nagging at me.

To distract myself, I grab my cell and notice text messages from my brother and Jenny, all wanting to know what’s going on and who ‘the girl’ is.

Sighing heavily, I drop back to the chair and read the messages, and as I do my anger grows.

I’d never been close too my brother, who is thirteen years my senior, but after his slight stroke he re-evaluated his life and decided that he wanted me around him more. I’d started to enjoy meeting him for a weekly dinner, it’s just a pity that he has to bring his wife, Jenny, who seems to think that she has to play matchmaker all of the time. I’ve no interest being set up with anyone.

I think my brother gets it because one of his messages is apologizing for his wife’s behavior, until he starts getting annoyed telling me to answer Jenny.

So I do.

Me: Who the WOMAN is, is no ones business!

My next move is something that I haven’t done in years—I switch my cell off all together.

“She’s asking for you,” Charlotte startles me, but my heart feels full as I jump to my feet and follow her into the room.

The minute I see Sirena swallowed up in the large bed, I realize that I’m where I need to be. She’s curled up on her side but her gaze holds mine as I make my way closer and drop into a chair beside her bed.

“Hey, you.” I sit forward and reach for her hand.