From Passion To Pregnancy. Tina Beckett

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      One: she was grateful her boyfriend hadn’t waited until her wedding day to ghost her. Instead, he had left in the middle of the night. No response to her texts. No returned calls. He’d just disappeared into the ether.

      And two: Dr. Sebastian Texeira looked as gorgeous in a tux as he did in a lab coat.

      More than gorgeous. Even when he slid a finger behind his bow-tie and tugged as if his collar were ten times too tight. Something he’d done repeatedly during the wedding, looking none too happy with the proceedings.

      Why was she even noticing that? Wasn’t she supposed to be knee deep in her own woes, not worrying about someone else’s problems?

      Her tummy tightened as she took in the broad chest and narrow hips. Wow, evidently her devastation hadn’t reached the more primal regions of her brain.

      Dr. Texeira’s glance shifted with shocking swiftness and—yikes!—caught her staring. The second time he’d done that. His mouth kicked up to one side, sending her errant stomach diving feet first into a dark pool.

      What was wrong with her?

      This was his sister’s wedding, for heaven’s sake. She needed to keep her eyes to herself.

      Besides, this man was way out of her league. Even further than the guy she’d imagined herself in love with. The man she’d cried bitter tears over a month ago.

      Or had that just been wounded pride?

      “Up here, please?”

      Sara’s attention snapped back to the minister. He’d asked something and was staring right at her.

      Céus. Was she supposed to be doing something? Straightening the bride’s train? Vacuuming the red carpet that covered the dusty ground of her dad’s ranch? Lying down and dying of embarrassment?

      The last option was a definite possibility.

      A sense of hysteria began building in her chest before Dr. Texeira snagged her gaze once more, lifting his right hand and waggling his little finger. The glitter of a diamond band appeared. What the…?

      Oh…ring! She was supposed to give Natália the groom’s ring.

      But where was it? Her mind went blank in an instant.

      A few giggles came from behind her. Oh, Lord, she couldn’t believe this was happening.

      The good doctor came over to her. “Here.” He reached for the bouquet she held. Tied to one of the ribbons was the errant ring. With a few quick twists, he teased it free of the knot.

      “Give me your hand,” he murmured.

      She jerked it back in a rush.

      “I’m just going to give it to you.”

      “Oh.” Feeling like a fool, she opened her hand, and the sizzle of cool fingers brushing across her palm made her suck down a couple of breaths. She handed the ring over to Natália as if it were coated with poison.

      It might as well be.

      She looked back across the aisle to where he had retreated.

      Okay, the man was now watching her with open amusement. Her lower lip jutted slightly, then froze when his gaze dropped to her mouth.

      Mini-frissons of heat overtook each of her limbs.

      Was she getting heatstroke?

      What had her father been thinking, inviting members of his cancer care team to have their wedding at the ranch?

      Dr. Texeira had been part of that team. And Sara had spent the better part of last year at his hospital during her dad’s treatment.

      And now Antônio Moreira was well again. Graças a Deus. She could feel his presence in the small group of people seated behind the wedding party.

      Once they’d left São Paulo and returned home, she’d never expected to see the hunky doctor again. But here he was. And her thoughts were not the kind she should be having at a friend’s wedding.

      He’d looked at her mouth. She was almost sure of it. Except when she gathered the courage to glance through her lashes, she found him staring straight ahead.

      She’d imagined it.

      Just like she’d imagined him leaning toward her and…

      “You may now kiss the bride.” The minister’s proclamation whipped that thought from her head and sent it spinning away.

      The pair at the front of the makeshift chapel turned toward each other, their happiness almost palpable as they came together for a long, long, long—she counted down the seconds—kiss that had her attention sliding back toward the best man.

      She gulped.

      Not her imagination. He was definitely looking at her. Then the bride and groom broke apart and swept down the aisle, leaving them behind. Dr. Texeira pivoted, his shiny black shoes unscathed by the red dust that covered every inch of the ranch. He held his right arm toward her.

      Oh! She was supposed to go down with him.

      She settled her hand in the crook of his arm, trying to calm her rattled nerves. “Nice wedding, huh?”

      “Yes. Great.”

      Hmm, that word didn’t ring true. In fact, she was pretty sure he was lying, which was odd considering the fact that it was his sister who had gotten married.

      She frowned. “Is everything okay?”

      “Hmm. I just see someone I’d rather avoid.” He glanced down at her. “Mind cutting through that section of chairs on our way to the reception?”

      Maybe he was ghosting someone too.

      Without waiting for a response, he towed her between the rows of organza-draped seating to their right.

      “I think we’re supposed to be following the bride and groom.”

      “Humor me for a second. We’ll get there.” Only there wasn’t a trace of humor in his voice.

      Who exactly was he trying to evade? When they reached her dad’s huge barn, which had been converted into a reception hall for the big event, she led him to one of the side entrances. The massive sliding door stood open, and a drape of gauzy fabric had been interwoven with twinkle lights, a slight breeze making them wink in and out like stars against the growing dusk. “We can sneak in this way, if you want.”

      “Perfect, thank you.”

      Thinking he was just going to abandon her there at the door, she was shocked when he cupped her elbow and ducked through the curtains, eyeing their surroundings before moving toward the table set aside for the wedding party. The same frothy organza that graced the chairs and all the entrances had been tossed over it. Placed on a wooden platform lined with more tiny glimmering lights, Sara had to go up three steps to reach it. Natália СКАЧАТЬ