The Doctor's Baby Dare. Michelle Celmer

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      “Are you kidding me?” she grumbled.

      She tried again, and again, but the engine was dead.

      She got out, pulling her collar up to shield her face from the icy wind. She popped the hood and looked at the engine for anything obvious, like a loose battery wire. She’d watched her brothers work on cars her entire childhood and she had learned a thing or two. Her car was almost fifteen years old and malfunctioned from regular wear and tear. She had been planning to look for a new one next month when the weather was better, but it looked as if she might have to do it sooner.

      With her aunt away for a week she really had no one to pick her up. She would just have to call a tow truck and wait around. Hopefully it wouldn’t take long.

      She dialed the garage and was informed that they would be there ASAP. Which meant no more than an hour.

      “I’m supposed to wait in the freezing cold for an hour?”

      “Just leave your keys in the glove box.”

      Grumbling to herself, she hung up. Now she would have to call a cab to get home. But she would do it inside the hospital where it was warm.

      She put her keys in the glove box and shut the door.

      She was getting ready to close the hood when she heard a vehicle pull up behind her car. She knew before she even heard him call out to her who it was. Because that was the kind of day she was having.

      “Looks like you could use some help, angel face.”

      There he was, in his sporty import, grinning at her. She wanted to be exasperated but she couldn’t work up the will.

      “Car’s dead. I called for a tow.”

      “Need a lift?”

      It sure beat waiting for a cab, though she knew she was asking for trouble. But she was exhausted and frustrated and she just wanted to get home. “If it’s no trouble.”

      Oh, that smile. “Hop in.”

      “Can I put something in your trunk?”

      “Is it a dead body?”

      She opened her trunk. “Well, not the whole thing.”

      He grinned and popped his trunk. “In that case, absolutely.”

      She tossed the bags inside, closed the trunk and climbed in the passenger’s side. The interior was soft black leather and her seat was toasty warm.

      She took off her gloves and held her hands in front of the heat vent.

      “Where to?”

      She told him her address, and how to get there, but as he pulled out of the lot he went in the opposite direction. “Hey, genius, my house is the other way.”

      “I know. But dinner is this way.”

      She blinked. “Who said anything about dinner?”

      “I just did. If I don’t eat something soon I’ll go into hypoglycemic shock.”

      “You really think I’m going to fall for that?”

      His grin said that she didn’t have a whole lot of choice.

      Damn it. She should have known better than to get in his car. But she was too exhausted to argue. She let her head fall back against the seat rest.

      “You can’t tell me that you’re not hungry. I know for a fact that you didn’t get to eat your lunch.”

      Of course she was hungry. She was starving, but he was the last person she wanted to be seen with in a social setting. The way gossip traveled in the town of Royal, people would have them engaged by the end of the week.

      “No offense, but I really prefer that we not be seen together outside of work.”

      “So, not only do you not date coworkers, but you don’t dine with them either? Is that why you always eat lunch alone?”

      “That’s not why I eat alone, and no, I have nothing against dining with coworkers. It’s just something I don’t do often.”

      “So then having a meal with me shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”

      She was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that question. And as he pulled into the parking lot of the Royal Diner, the number one worst place to go when trying to avoid the prying eyes of the town gossips, she found herself wishing that she’d called a cab instead.

      “I can’t risk someone seeing us and getting the wrong idea.”

      “We’re just two colleagues sharing a meal while you wait for a tow. Not to mention that I’d like to talk about Janey. Bounce a few ideas off of you. Think of it as an offsite work meeting.”

      Well, if it was a work meeting...

      “Just this one time,” she said. “And I mean that.”

      He grinned, shut the engine off and said, “Let’s go.”

      Since he was the type of guy who would insist on opening a car door for a woman, she hopped out before he could get the chance. And when he reached past her to open the diner door, she grabbed it first. She didn’t want anyone getting even the slightest impression that this was a date.

      The hostess showed them to a booth near the back. It was after eight so most of the dinner rush had already cleared out. Which could only be a good thing. “What would you two like to drink?”

      “Decaf coffee,” Clare said.

      “Make that two,” Parker told her.

      “Enjoy your meal,” the hostess said, laying their menus on the table.

      As they sat down Parker said, “See, it’s not so bad. There’s hardly anyone here.”

      He was right. The subfreezing temperatures must have kept people inside tonight. But it would take only one nosy person to see them together and draw the wrong conclusion.

      Their waitress, Emily, was someone Clare knew well. She often brought her autistic daughter to the free clinic on the weekends when Clare was volunteering, and her husband worked at the auto-repair shop. She set their coffees down and Clare didn’t miss the curious look as she said, “Hey, Clare, Dr. Reese. Looks cold out there.”

      “So cold Clare’s car wouldn’t start,” Parker told her.

      “Are you still driving that old thing?” Emily asked her.

      “I know I need to get a new one,” she said, warming her hands with her coffee cup. “I just haven’t had time.”

      “Do you know what you’d like to order or would you need a minute to look at the menu?”

      “I know what I want,” Parker said, eyes СКАЧАТЬ