Chapter TenAnnabelle caught herself chewing on her fingernail as she stood against the wall of the bedroom in the small, three-room house in which Gavin's client lived. The mother-to-be, who looked strikingly like Annabelle, reclined against a pile of pillows. Her husband, much older, with silver streaks in his dark hair and a heavy, imposing forehead, regarded Gavin with a sour expression. Ignoring the man, Gavin gently felt the young mother's round belly.
“The child is head-down,” Gavin murmured. “Ready for delivery, but a bit small. Are you having trouble eating?”
“Jacob won't…” She cleared her throat and tried again. “I try, but it's hard.”
Gavin gave her a long look and turned to her husband, one eyebrow raised. The man emitted a displeased noise that sounded like a growl.
Undeter
