Having His Child. Amy Fetzer J.

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СКАЧАТЬ that took patience to crack. But it was worth it. He was worth it. And although he’d dealt with his feelings and pulled himself up from a lousy beginning to be a great pediatrician, she’d seen Lucas Ryder’s old demons come back when it came to single parenthood. Especially because he didn’t want children of his own. He’d view her decision as deliberately making life hard on a kid. Like it had been for him.

      And he’d try to talk her out of this.

      Well, she thought, he could try. But she wasn’t changing her mind. Not for anyone. Not even for her best pal.

      Standing at the nurse’s station, Lucas made notes on the chart while his charge nurse, Sandy, waited. “I saw Miss Justice a second ago, Dr. Ryder.”

      His head jerked up. “Here?” He looked past her to the glass doors leading to the main hall.

      “You don’t have an appointment for another thirty minutes. You might catch her.”

      Smiling his thanks, Lucas handed the chart back and checked to see if he had his pager turned on as he headed for the doors. Wondering why Angela hadn’t stopped in to say hello, he rushed into the main hall, looking left and right, then catching a glimpse of her near the elevators. He worked his way through the people, most stepping out of his way when they saw the white coat and stethoscope, but his focus was on the redheaded woman. Damn, she looked good in the short green summer dress, the fabric shifting over her figure as she walked. Although he’d known her since he was a teenager and wouldn’t dare jeopardize his friendship with her, he was still just a man. And she was one good-looking woman. Lord, if the listeners of KROC radio could see their Love Line doctor now, they’d know that her sexy voice matched her looks.

      When he got close, he let out a soft catcall. “Looking hot today, Ange.”

      Angela tensed for a second, caught, then laughed softly as she glanced back. “Today? Yesterday? How would you know, Ryder?” Discreetly she stuffed the booklet and brochures into her handbag. “I haven’t seen you for two weeks.”

      Lucas swept his arm around her waist and kept walking with her down the hall. “I know, I’m sorry. But you were in the neighborhood, why didn’t you stop by?”

      She elbowed him. “You know I wouldn’t just pop in unannounced. Besides, I really don’t have time.” Glancing at her watch, she moved away.

      “Not even for a cup of coffee?”

      He looked so abandoned standing near the staff lounge door. Handsome as hell, but alone. Ha, she thought. Lucas Ryder was never lonely. His dark good looks, blue eyes and the aura of danger that hadn’t left him since he was a teenager still lured women like ants to a picnic.

      She offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

      Luc didn’t know why he was feeling shoved aside, especially when he’d canceled on her and most everyone else because of work often enough. But he got the feeling she was avoiding him just now. And that was not like Angela. She shared everything with him.

      “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

      “I have to go in and do a promo spot for the Water festival, then pick up my dry cleaning and try to catch some sleep before going to work.”

      He held up his hand. “I get the picture.”

      “Good, then you understand.”

      “Yeah, yeah, the life of a celebrity.”

      “I’m not famous, Luc.”

      “But too famous to spend some time with your ol’ buddy?”

      She sighed, shaking her head over his kicked-puppy look. “Come on, buy me some coffee,” she said, looping her arm with his and pulling him toward the staff lounge.

      His smile widened as he pushed open the door, letting her go ahead and inhaling her perfume as she passed.

      Inside, he went to the coffee service, completely oblivious to the young nurses gawking at him, their gazes shifting between her and Lucas, and Angela could read the speculation in their eyes.

      It made her smile. What woman wouldn’t want to be linked with a handsome man, she thought, taking the cup and settling into the worn leather sofa.

      Lucas sat beside her, placing his coffee cup aside, untouched.

      Angela sipped, then winced. “That’s awful.”

      He smiled slyly. “I know.”

      “So you want to send me into intensive care with coffee unfit for the Marines?”

      “No, I just missed you and thought the sad lonely boy routine would get to you.”

      “It was the whining that got me.”

      “I don’t whine.”

      “See, there you go again.”

      He laughed, sinking into the sofa and propping his arm on the back. “I have missed you.”

      Angela felt his gaze travel over her and wondered why it felt intense right now. He’d seen her at her worst, during different stages in their past, but now, it felt as though he were looking at her for the first time. I’m reading what’s not there, she thought. She loved Lucas, like a brother. A brother.

      But looking at him now, with his black hair falling down over his brow and feeling those piercing blue eyes skate over her face, she almost hated that he was her best pal.

      The thought made her straighten in her seat.

      No. It was the same as it ever was between them. They just hadn’t had the chance to get together for the past couple of weeks. That’s all it was. That’s what it had to be.

      Smothering her thoughts, she launched into questions about his job. And he was most willing to talk. He loved kids. Loved making them well, loved protecting them. He mentioned his patients by name, told her about the siblings, the parents, and Angela found herself admiring him more that he was one of those doctors that had a really great beside manner and loved not only his work, but the people he treated.

      Time got away, and in the middle of the conversation, Angela glanced at her watch, then jumped up. “I have to go.”

      He stood. “Yeah, me, too.” He checked his pager, glad there were no messages. Discarding the paper cups, he followed her out the door. They were near the elevator when she heard someone call his name.

      They both looked down the corridor to see a slender, rather busty blonde dressed in red rush up to Lucas. They said hello, and he brushed a kiss to the woman’s cheek before introducing them. Angela instantly forgot her name because she couldn’t get past the viperous look the blonde shot her. My word. It was cool and assessing, staking out her territory on Lucas like a flag on Mount Everest. Angela was tempted to warn her that no woman could rope and tie Luc Ryder, let alone drag him to the altar. The man had a serious case of no-commitment blues. He just liked telling himself otherwise.

      “See you later, Luc,” Angela said and stepped away.

      Immediately, Luc excused himself from the blonde’s side and СКАЧАТЬ