"He squeezed his eyes shut tight and let out a groan of his own. Birthing kit. Just add that to the growing list of banned words. Okay. He took a deep breath and let it out. Someone had to take control of the situation, and obviously she was too exhausted to do so. Someone had to man up and set her straight. There was no one else. "Then stop. Right now. Just stop." "Stop?" she echoed in a near shriek. "Look, Rose." He used his most soothing, reasonable tone. "Doing this now would just be illogical. The baby isn't quite ready, and we're too far from help. Just think about something else. You're upset and worried and you need to rest." Her mouth opened and closed twice. She looked at him as if he'd grown two heads. "Are you kidding me?" she demanded. "Because this isn't the time to be joking around." She looked as if she was contemplating ripping his belly open with a knife and proving something to him. He took a cautionary step back and held up a hand to placate her. It was clear to him that pregnancy made women insane. "I'm trying to help you, Rose. These--these ..." Hell. He wasn't going to use the word contractions ; that would make it too real. "These pains you're experiencing, maybe they're something else. The fall from the car could have caused them." And that was more than a reasonable assumption. "They started before the jump from the car." His stomach tightened into half a dozen hard knots. "Then why the hell didn't you get on that helicopter where we could get you medical help?" he demanded, angry all over again. "Damn it, woman, do you have any sense at all?" Now she was making him just as insane as she obviously was."