Instant Dad. Raye Morgan
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Название: Instant Dad
Автор: Raye Morgan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Drey’s stern demeanor softened into a slight smile. “Great. She always did love the snow.”
“That she did.” The doctor studied Drey for a moment, taking in his untamed hair and casual appearance, then glanced at Sara, his forehead scrunched in a puzzled look. Suddenly his eyebrows rose as though he’d realized something, and he cleared his throat.
“Well. Well now, okay, Sara. Drey is going to keep his eye on you. That ought to do the trick. I guess I’ll stop by tomorrow and see how you’re doing.”
He started toward the foyer and Sara didn’t budge. She sat right where she was, watching him go and wondering why she wasn’t saying anything, why she wasn’t telling him Drey was not a friend, or whatever it was he assumed Drey was, that he was here to do a job and was not going to be staying. She knew she should tell him, that the situation cried out for her to say the words. But she also knew, if she told him that, it would start an argument. He would have Peggy over here in a flash. She decided to leave well enough alone and let him think what he wanted to think.
Drey noted Sara’s reaction with amusement and took over, walking Dr. Bracken to the door and opening it for him. The doctor turned and nodded at him companionably, man to man.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here,” he said, leaning close. “And I don’t ask questions. I do know Craig isn’t the most attentive husband a woman could have. Still, people’s lives are their own affairs. So to speak.” He gave a quick cough of laughter. “But you treat that lady gently. She deserves it. And keep a look out for signs of seizure. You sometimes get that with a bad head trauma. You give me a call if anything worrisome shows up.”
Drey nodded, leashing his smile. He didn’t want to appear to take the doctor’s words lightly. “I’ll do that, sir. You can count on me.”
“Good.” He shook hands with the younger man. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Drey watched him go, still suppressing a grin. The man thought he and Sara were lovers, and Sara had done nothing to disabuse him of that notion. Funny. He had no idea why she would let that theory fly, but he didn’t much care, either. She had her own reasons, no doubt.
In the meantime, this was really a lucky break. It had fallen right into his lap. He was going to get an opportunity to see what Sara Parker was really like. And that was the whole reason he’d come.
Drey retraced his steps into the parlor, but Sara was no longer sitting in the chair. Following the sounds of cabinets being opened, he found her in the kitchen, putting away clean dishes from the dishwasher. She barely glanced up at him as he entered the room.
“That’s all a bunch of nonsense, of course,” she said quickly. “I’m perfectly all right. You don’t have to stay.”
He slid onto a bar stool and leaned on the counter, watching her move. She had a glide to her movements, a grace that appealed to him. The image of her as a ballet dancer came to him again. She seemed to give the impression of being on her toes, even when her feet were flat on the ground.
“That’s okay,” he said smoothly. “I have nothing better to do.”
Putting down the large pot she’d just pulled out of the washer, she turned to face him.
“Look,” she said, her gaze frank and open. “I don’t need you here. In fact, I really don’t want you here. I have things to do and I want to be alone. When you come back in the morning—”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to stay,” he told her, breaking in with a certain arrogance. “I can’t leave you alone after what happened.”
She stared at him, trying to read what was going on in the depths of his smoky eyes. What exactly did he mean by that? What did he think had happened? Just because she’d fallen in the pool didn’t mean she needed to be watched at all times. She wasn’t likely to take a tumble into the hedgerow if he wasn’t there to stop her.
Or was he talking about the nakedness? Did he think being with her in that state gave him some special right to her? If so, he might as well think again.
“I’m going to be perfectly frank with you here,” she said at last. “You have done me a nice turn by saving my life, but when you come right down to it, I only met you today. I hardly know you. Why in the world would I let you stay overnight in my house?”
“Doctor’s orders,” he said as though that were his trump card.
She threw up her hands. “Oh, please. You know very well he assumed we were, well, something more than employer and employee.”
“Yes, I know that.” The grin he’d been hiding was finally getting too strong to hold back any longer and it shone in his dark eyes. “And you didn’t do anything to correct that impression. Why not?”
She started to speak and then choked for a moment, color flooding her cheeks. Why not? That was a very good question. It was more than just not wanting Peggy as a roommate and she knew it. She just wasn’t sure why.
“I…don’t know,” she said defensively. “The whole thing just caught me off guard.”
That wasn’t it and he knew it, too. He watched her, still wondering.
“The good doctor assured me he wasn’t making judgments, but I would think you’d better correct the record at some point. Your husband might not be so understanding.”
Her face seemed to change when he mentioned her husband, as though a cloud had come over her thoughts. “Never mind that,” she said crisply. “I’ll handle my reputation. In the meantime, the best way you can disprove the rumors would be to go. Right now.”
She said it as though she expected him to jump up and run for the door, but he didn’t move a muscle. Instead, he leaned back and looked at her through narrowed eyes.
“Well, this is your house,” he said slowly, “and it is up to you. I’ll go if you really want me to. But someone has to be here.” A devilish light glittered in his eyes. “I can’t in all conscience leave you without anyone. I’ll have to call Dr. Bracken and let him know you’re alone.” He held back his amusement a moment longer. “I suppose he’ll send his wife Peggy over and—”
She threw back her head, groaning and half laughing at the same time. “So, you play dirty, do you?” she accused him.
His grin was slow and his eyes were knowing, as though he could read her mind and knew he was going to be one step ahead of her. “If I have to.”
“Well, I can play dirty, too,” she declared, but when she tossed her head to emphasize her defiance, she set off a flash of pain that shot through her skull and the room swam before her. “Ouch,” she said, closing her eyes and swaying against the counter.
Drey reacted without hesitation. “That does it,” he said as he came down off the СКАЧАТЬ