The Baby Bond. Sharon Kendrick

the baby survived. Miraculously. Without a scratch. He’s fine.’

      ‘Oh, thank God!’ cried Angel, and sank back down onto her chair, not noticing the tears of relief which slid down her cheeks. ‘Thank God!’

      He glanced over at her gratefully, incredibly moved by her generosity of spirit. ‘Thank you for that, Angel,’ he said softly. And in a way her reaction justified his reasons for coming to see her. Made what he had to say next a little bit easier…

      ‘Where is he now?’ she demanded quickly.

      His eyes narrowed. He was unsure of whether she meant her husband or his son, and knew that a huge degree of sensitivity would need to be employed if she was referring to Chad.

      ‘The baby,’ she enlarged. ‘Where is he? And what’s his name?’

      ‘He’s here with me now,’ Rory told her steadily. ‘I brought him with me.’