The M.D.'s Unexpected Family. Cindy Kirk

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      Normally never at a loss of words, for a second Cassidy could only stare. Her heart gave a painful twist.

      “I mean, I know you were only trying to increase the bid. I can give you the money to—”

      She shot out a hand, stopping him before he could say more. “You’re not getting out of our date that easily. I bought you fair and square, mister.”

      He smiled then, a warm easy lifting of his lips that did strange things to her insides. And when he took her arm, she realized he was worth every penny.

      They strolled into the ballroom, where they both enjoyed a glass of champagne. After handing the empty glasses to a passing waiter, they wandered out onto the veranda, where the conversation shifted from mutual friends and future events to their upcoming “date.”

      “I’ll pay for the evening.” Tim’s tone brooked no argument. “You pick where we go. Fair?”

      Cassidy considered for a moment then nodded.

      The moon bathed his face in a golden glow and a light breeze tousled his hair. He really was a great-looking guy. Not only did he have a fabulous face, his lips were firm and perfectly sculpted.

      As she stared, she wondered what they would feel like, taste like...

      “Sounds like we’ve got a deal.” He stuck his hand out but she ignored it, keeping her gaze focused on his lips.

      Cassidy firmly believed hesitating or second-guessing was for wimps. Stepping close, she wrapped her hands around his neck and covered his mouth with hers.

       Chapter Two

      That smoking-hot kiss was still at the forefront of Tim’s mind two weeks later when he pulled into his parents’ driveway. Probably because this afternoon would be the first time he and Cassidy would be alone together since she’d surprised him so thoroughly after the bachelor auction.

      Over the past four years, his friend Jayne had brushed several kisses across his cheek. Nothing that came close to the sensual feel of Cassidy’s warm full lips plastered against his mouth. Before he could get his rioting emotions under control, he’d kissed her back. And it had taken all of his willpower not to continue kissing her.

      He wondered if that was how they’d end this evening, too...

      “Yippee, we’re here,” one of his daughters called out from the backseat as he eased the car to a stop in front of the two-story white clapboard that had been his home as a child.

      Large leafy trees protected the house and the lush green lawn from the late-afternoon sun. A variety of perfectly groomed bushes added to the home’s well-tended appearance.

      By the time Tim pushed open his car door, the twins had already hopped out and sprinted up the sidewalk to his parents’ front porch.

      Esther and Ellyn loved spending time with their grandma and grandpa. But this afternoon, Tim had found himself wishing Finley Davis, the teenage daughter of friends, was available. He knew his mother’s feelings about this date with Cassidy and he wasn’t in the mood to hear her tell him again that Cassidy was clearly out to snare herself a wealthy doctor.

      Stepping out of his hybrid SUV, Tim expelled a resigned breath. Suzanne Duggan, retired grade-school teacher and A-plus grandmother, was a wonderful woman. But there was no denying she could be a trifle opinionated.

      Thankfully, it wasn’t Suzanne, but his father who sauntered around the side of the house just as the screen door slammed shut and the girls disappeared from sight. His father waved a greeting, his gloved hand gripping a wicked-looking pair of garden shears.

      Though in his mid-sixties, Steve Duggan could pass for a man ten years younger. The recently retired engineer was tall, topping Tim’s six-foot frame by a good three inches. His sandy hair still held the red all three of his children had inherited, although in recent years more and more silver strands had been added to the mix.

      Tim met his father’s warm hazel eyes and realized, not for the first time, how fortunate he’d been to grow up in a home with two loving, supportive parents. From the moment his daughters had been born, he’d been determined to give them that same experience. Except now, with Caro gone, he had to be both father and mother.

      They need a mother.

      Tim ignored the voice inside his head and the accompanying fear that gripped him, fear that he was somehow shortchanging the girls by choosing to remain single. But his situation was different than most widowers. His practice was challenging. At the end of the day, there was no time left for the demands of a wife. He’d already failed one woman. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

      At ease with his decision, Tim gestured with his head toward the shears. “Looks like Mom is keeping you busy.”

      His father smiled ruefully. “The woman’s honey-do projects will keep my free time occupied into the next millennium.”

      The two men laughed, both aware that was no exaggeration.

      As his father fell into step beside him, Tim sensed his curious gaze. Steve paused at the bottom of the porch steps.

      “I was surprised when Suz mentioned you’d be dropping off the girls at four. That seems a bit early for a date.”

      It seemed early to Tim, too. But Cassidy had paid six hundred dollars. Six hours or so of his time didn’t seem much to ask.

      “Cass has a full evening planned,” he told his dad. “Beginning with grabbing some pizza, then checking out Brew Fest.”

      When Tim had stopped by Cassidy’s salon earlier in the week to find out what she had in mind for their “date,” she’d asked if he had plans for Old West Days, a popular yearly event held the last Saturday of May. Other than taking the girls to watch the parade in the morning, Tim had been available.

      “I’m surprised the woman could take time off today,” his mother said in lieu of a greeting as she stepped out onto the porch. Suzanne was a slim, attractive woman with a sleek bob of light brown hair and bright blue eyes. “If you’re a beautician, Saturday is a big day.”

      “It’s her salon. I imagine she sets her own schedule.” Tim deliberately kept his tone mild, refusing to get drawn into a pointless discussion. He glanced around. “Where’d the twins disappear to?”

      Suzanne’s tense expression softened at the mention of her “girls.” Esther and Ellyn were his parents’ only grandchildren. But something told Tim it wouldn’t be long before his sister and her husband added to that number.

      “The moment they hit the front door they made a beeline straight for Miss Priss and the kittens.”

      Tim smiled. “And how is Prissy?”

      His parents had reluctantly taken in the calico last year when Silas, an elderly neighbor, had moved to a nursing home. The older gentleman had been panicked at the thought of his best friend going to an animal shelter. He’d assured his neighbors that Miss Priss had not only had all her shots but she’d also been spayed.

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