The Daddy Plan. Karen Smith Rose

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СКАЧАТЬ she managed to transfer from the driver’s seat to the passenger seat, Sam offered his hand to help her out of the car. She took it and it felt so big and strong and warm. As soon as she was on her feet, he was holding her at her waist. His face was close to hers, their breaths mingling white in the cold.

      “Are you dizzy?”

      Any lightheadedness she might be feeling came from being this close to him, not from running into a snowbank. She shook her head.

      All at once his arms went around her and he pulled her in for a hug. “When I saw your car fishtail—Jeez, you scared me.”

      His head dipped a little closer to hers. She raised her chin. Their lips clung and held. Their New Year’s Eve kiss had been impulsive, exciting, so filled with sexual chemistry it had scared the living daylights out of her. But this kiss…

      It was hungry, passionate, all-consuming…

      Suddenly it was over and Sam was shaking his head and swearing. “I’m sorry, Corrie. I—”

      He was sorry? “Why?”

      “Because you were just in an accident. I was more panicked than I wanted to be. We were both reacting. It wasn’t…real.”

      Not real? That kiss had been real to her, but Sam obviously wasn’t looking at it the same way she was. He clearly didn’t want to admit there was any attraction between them this time any more than he’d wanted to recognize it after their first kiss. She couldn’t let on how much it affected her…how much she’d wanted it. How very right it had seemed.

      “If you don’t want it to be real, then it wasn’t real. It never happened,” she stated matter-of-factly as she dug into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out her cell phone. “I’ll call the auto club. I’m afraid we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

      “We can sit in the van,” he assured her, his words even and tempered as she speed-dialed the auto club.

      Forty-five minutes later, the tow truck arrived and pulled her car out of the snowbank. The mechanic looked over it and said, “I don’t think you should drive it. The tire isn’t flat but it could be punctured by the rim. The car’s definitely out of alignment. We need to check that axle, too.”

      “We’re headed for Rapid Creek,” Sam said. “Can you work on it tomorrow?”

      “Not likely. There were three other accidents. First come, first served. It will probably be Wednesday until I get to it.”

      Corrie felt as if she were going to cry and knew that was a ridiculous reaction. There had been a palpable tension between her and Sam as they’d waited in his van. A different kind of tension than after their New Year’s Eve kiss.

      They were still an hour from Rapid Creek. The tow truck had come from Calumet, fifteen minutes west of where they were now. “I can do without the car. I can walk to work. But I’ll have to find someone to drive me to your garage when it’s finished.”

      “I’ll drive you back up here,” Sam said firmly. “Is there anything you need in your car before he takes it?”

      Since she’d already snagged her purse, she shook her head. “No.”

      “Then sign right here,” the mechanic said, offering her his clipboard. “Make sure you give me a phone number where I can reach you.”

      Corrie jotted down her home phone as well as her cell phone number. Five minutes later, she was inside Sam’s van again with the dogs in the backseat.

      At first they’d barked and licked and made sure they’d gotten her attention. But after a few pets, scratches and a “We’re going home now” they’d settled down. She, however, hadn’t settled down. Beside Sam in his vehicle, she was too aware of what had happened between them. Too aware that this was a one-sided attraction and if she didn’t call off the sperm donation, she’d be headed for…heartache. Whether she had a crush on the man or simply growing feelings for him, either would lead her down a painful road.

      The snow finally stopped falling as they reached the outskirts of Rapid Creek. Sam had been silent during the drive until he pulled up in front of the apartment complex where she lived. “Are you still feeling okay?” he asked gruffly.

      “I told you. I’m fine.”

      His frown deepened. “I’m going in with you.”

      “Sam.”

      “I’m going in with you. You can move around a bit, feed Jasper, just make sure all your parts are working okay.”

      Rolling her eyes, she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out of his van. Sam opened the back door and called for the dogs. They followed them up the curved path to the complex. Jasper ran inside the town house and danced around the kitchen until Corrie filled his food dish. Sam kept an eagle eye on her while Patches sniffed everything in sight. She wouldn’t have minded that eagle eye if he’d been watching her for something other than symptoms from the accident.

      “Do you always keep your place this straightened up?” he asked.

      She wasn’t a clean freak, but she was neat. She had tidied up before she’d left for his cabin. “I usually put things away after I use them.” Her voice was a little more clipped than it should be, but she was tired, feeling the effects of the drive and everything that had happened, not to mention not getting much sleep last night.

      “Is there anything you need before I go?”

      She approached him, looking him squarely in the eye. “I don’t need anything from you, Sam. That includes your sperm if you have the slightest hint of a doubt about donating it. I only asked you because I thought it would be…easier. But now I’m not so sure. So whether you do it or not doesn’t really matter. I’ll have a baby with or without you.”

      She knew that look. The hollow in his cheek twitched just a little and his brow creased. He was keeping his temper in check. “I’ll give you my answer in a few days. Do you want me to pick you up for work tomorrow morning?”

      “That won’t be necessary.”

      After a long look at her, he headed for the door but he stopped with his hand on the knob. “If you get a headache or you feel dizzy, I don’t care who you call, but call someone. Promise me that.”

      She was an employee of his and in that respect, he did care. “I promise,” she said solemnly.

      Whistling for Patches, Sam left with his dog and shut the door behind him.

      Corrie sank down to the sofa, laid her head back against the cushion and wondered what in the world she’d gotten herself into.

       Chapter Three

      Sam didn’t like the way he’d left Corrie’s town house yesterday. He didn’t like it at all. And when she came into the clinic this morning…

      Corrie was usually high-energy, efficient movement, cheery brightness. He’d always taken those qualities for granted. Today when she entered through the back door where he and Eric were talking about their schedule for the week, she gave them a smile that didn’t quite come off СКАЧАТЬ