Whose Baby Is This?. Patricia Thayer

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      Tara saw an anger in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. Not that she was afraid, but she suspected he was a dangerous man to cross. She raised her chin. “Then what do you want from me?”

      Matt’s gaze went to the door, then he suddenly stood. “I’ll be right back.” He walked to a middle-aged man in a dark suit and shook his hand. Together they came to the table. Matt slid into the booth, and the man followed.

      “Tara, this is Detective Tom Warren with the Santa Cruz Police Department. Tom, this is Tara McNeal.” He pointed to the carrier and the sleeping child. “Her niece, Erin.”

      Detective Warren reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small leather folder containing a badge. “Ms. McNeal. Nice to meet you.” He smiled, and lines crinkled around his kind hazel eyes. “Cute baby.”

      A little nervous, Tara examined the silver shield. “Why are you here, Detective?”

      “Dr. Landers called today and asked me to talk with you.”

      “About what?”

      “I was the one who answered the call at Riverhaven Hospital when a robbery took place in the doctor’s lounge. Dr. Landers’s locker had been broken into. The thief got away with his watch and wallet. Then the doctor and I met again a few months later. He came into the station after he discovered someone was using his name on credit applications. He filed a fraud complaint.

      “Since then, I’ve been putting in extra time trying to catch this guy. Whoever he is, he’s been pretty slick so far. I can’t decide if the guy is just brazen, or if he’s got a vendetta against the doctor.”

      “Dr. Landers is lucky to have inspired your dedication.”

      Tom Warren smiled. “The whole department is trying their best. A few years back, Dr. Landers operated on my partner’s little boy. My godchild. We take care of our own here in Santa Cruz.”

      Tara looked at Matt. Was he really everything that he seemed to be? Could a man who’d spent his career saving children abandon his own? She wanted to think no.

      “But until this last year,” the detective continued, “there weren’t any laws to protect against this crime. Believe me, when this guy is caught, we’re going to throw the book at him. Sorry to say, we’ve had leads but nothing has panned out.” The officer drew in a long breath and relaxed against the back of the booth. “I’m sorry, Ms. McNeal, I know you want this man for purely different reasons, but if you have any information that might help us we’d be anxious to hear it.”

      “All my sister told me about the man was his name… Dr. Matthew Landers.”

      “If you can think of anything else please stop by the station.” He pulled out a business card. “I’m usually there during the day.” He slid out of the booth.

      “I’ll be leaving tomorrow, Detective.” There was no reason for her to stay. She doubted that even the sainted Matt Landers could get the police to lie for him.

      He wasn’t Erin’s father.

      “Well, I’ve got to go,” the detective said.

      “Thanks for coming by, Tom,” Matt said. He stood and shook the officer’s hand.

      “No problem.” He nodded to Tara and left.

      Tara started gathering her things. She hated to be wrong, but the facts were pretty daunting. “I guess that means I’m heading back to Phoenix. I’m sorry I disrupted your life, Doctor.”

      “My life was a mess long before you came,” he said. “But you can actually help me. We can still help each other.”

      “I doubt that,” she said skeptically.

      “No, really. This could be an opportunity to find the man who’s destroying my life, and more importantly, who ran out on your sister.”

      She closed her eyes and sighed. “I told you I’ve taken responsibility for Erin, and I will raise her.”

      “So you believe me? You finally believe that I never knew your sister—that I’m not Erin’s father?”

      She almost wished he were. Now she had to deal with the fact that her niece’s father was not only a jerk, but a thief, too. “I believe you.”

      He smiled, reached across the table and took her hand. “Then stay and we’ll work together to find him.”

      She was weakening and she hated that. But she had promised Bri. “What about the DNA test? It’s costing you a lot of money.”

      He shook his head. “It’s worth it. And it doesn’t hurt to have the proof, anyway.”

      Tara knew that he was talking about her. She stood and picked up the carrier. “Well, Doctor, I hope everything works out for you.”

      He stood, too. “So you are leaving?”

      “I’ve got to get home.” She didn’t have money to throw away on motels and restaurant food.

      “But I still need your help. Can’t you stay just a few more days and talk with Jim Sloan?”

      “Look, this trip has been expensive—”

      “Then let me take care of things for the next few days,” he offered.

      She shook her head. No handouts. “That won’t be necessary.” She started across the room. Matt tossed some bills on the table and followed her out the door.

      He silently walked with her across the parking lot to the motel. Finally he spoke. “Look, I know these last few months have been hard on you. Your sister’s death had to be a shock, and taking care of a baby has to be difficult for a single mother.”

      She stopped suddenly, and he nearly ran into her. “What are you getting at, Doctor? Are you trying to say I can’t care for my own flesh and blood?”

      “No, of course not. But what are you going to do in years to come when little Erin starts asking questions? What are you going to tell her about her father? And what about Briana? You said it was her dying wish that you find her daughter’s father.”

      Tara closed her eyes. “I tried, but you’re not…him.”

      “So you’re going to quit?” He stepped closer, his eyes dark and compelling. “Stay, Tara, and together we can find this man. I can put a stop to the trouble he’s causing me, and you can fulfill your promise to your sister. Then move on and be Erin’s mother.”

      Tara sighed. She was having a hard time telling this man no. She couldn’t think of a logical argument to his suggestion. “Okay, I’ll stay—just until I’ve talked to the private investigator.”

      Chapter Three

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