“Excuse me. It’s none of my business. Let’s get back to what concerns me.”
“No,” she reined him in. Opening her eyes wide and accentuating each word. “Timothy and I are not together. No... he...”
Stammering she felt almost stupid, for the doctor was looking at her with his curious eyes, as if he could see into her soul and take a personal impression.
“So. The father? Any illness?”
Melody was uncomfortable with the feeling that was beginning to take over her mind and heart. The doctor had played with her thoughts and now she couldn’t get something out of her head: she was starting to like Timothy.
How could that be possible? Two hours! no more. That was how long it had been since he had arrived at Doyle’s coffee shop.
She liked the Italian!
“I don’t know anything about the fathe
