The Boss's Special Delivery. Raye Morgan

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      He shrugged. “Pretty much all the time if you want to know the truth.”

      She was quiet for a moment, thinking about what might be coming next. She supposed he was taking her back to his place. Where else was he going to take her in the middle of the night? She had to be out of her mind for going along with this. After all, she might have to listen to fights at her place, but at least she was just a spectator, so far. At Matt’s apartment she would probably be one of the main combatants. Because if he thought her gratitude for his concern was going to get him anything, he could think again!

      She bristled, ready to hate him. Men were all alike, weren’t they? A pregnant woman with no man around seemed to act like catnip on the average male. She’d better get ready to let him know just what she thought of lechers. Bracing herself, she waited for him to turn down the street where all the new apartment buildings stood.

      But he didn’t turn there. He just kept going and she looked at him in surprise.

      “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

      “Home,” he said shortly, not taking his gaze off the road.

      She frowned, looking out at the simple frame houses they were passing.

      “Whose home?” she countered.

      “We’re here,” Matt said instead of answering her question. He pulled the car up a driveway to stop in front of a house that had obviously once been just like all the other simple frame houses on the block, but had since morphed into something much more grandiose.

      “The Allman homestead,” he said, squinting as he looked through the windshield at it.

      She leaned forward to stare at it, too. The place looked huge, three stories tall, with gables and a round tower, as though someone had taken a liking to the Queen Anne style somewhere along the way. To Annie it looked like a fairy-tale house, with windows for princesses to lean out of and dark recesses for villains to hide in.

      “The reason it looks sort of odd is that Pop keeps putting on additions,” Matt said. “If he had his way, every Allman would marry and keep his family right here, so there’s got to be plenty of room.”

      “That seems very…” She was about to say generous, but she had second thoughts. Controlling was probably a better word. “Wait a minute. You live here with your family?”

      “Sure.”

      She looked at the house with alarm. “Are you going to tell me this place is full of Allmans of all shapes and sizes?”

      “Yup.”

      She swallowed hard. She was a McLaughlin, even if he didn’t know it. The Allmans and the McLaughlins were like the Hatfields and the McCoys. They didn’t mix, didn’t speak, didn’t tolerate each other at all. And here she was being ushered into the belly of the beast. Yikes! Was this really a good idea?

      She was stalling for time and he made an impatient gesture.

      “Come on, Annie,” he said, sliding out of the driver’s seat and coming around to help her out. “Keep it kind of quiet, though. Everyone’s in bed.”

      “So who all’s here right now?” she asked, looking nervously up at the second-floor windows.

      “Let’s see.” Leading her across the lawn, he started counting on his fingers. “Pop, two sisters, Rita and Jodie, my brother David…and me.”

      She came to a dead stop, horrified, as the magnitude of it all rose up in front of her. “I can’t go in there.”

      He frowned at her. “Why not?”

      “Because…what is your family going to think?”

      He groaned. “You care too much what other people think. Don’t worry about them. I’ll explain it all to them in the morning.” She still didn’t move and he added, “Look, where else are you going to go?”

      Well, that was it, wasn’t it? She had no choice. How the heck had she let this happen to her again? He was right. She looked at him, feeling frustrated and a bit angry. She hated being in this position. But she knew she was going to have to give in to the inevitable. Unless she wanted to sleep in the car.

      “Listen, don’t worry about it,” he said, still trying to convince her. “We’ve got a lot of extra rooms.”

      She blinked. “There will be a room just for me?” she asked incredulously.

      “Sure.”

      Touching his arm, she looked up at him searchingly. “So—let me get this straight. You’re not trying to smuggle me into your bedroom?”

      He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, then half laughed. “Annie-girl,” he said in his best Texas drawl, “you’re nervous as a cat in a dog pound. Don’t you ever drop the suspicions? You’d think you’d never met a stranger who didn’t turn out to be a horse thief.”

      She shrugged. “The good ones are rare as hen’s teeth,” she muttered, turning to look at the house again. “But I’ve still got hopes for you.”

      He grinned. “You and me both.” He tugged on her arm to make her face him and looked down earnestly. “Annie, I’m interested in two things. Number one, getting a good employee. And number two, making sure your baby is okay. Got that?”

      “My baby is fine,” she said, knowing the words sounded defensive. Again.

      “Good,” he said. “Let’s keep it that way.”

      She stood where she was, frowning at him. His handsome face was contorted by the harsh light from the porch, but his determination was clear. This was something more than his professionalism as a physician.

      She didn’t get it. And because she didn’t get it, she was suspicious. What was his angle, anyway?

      “You do understand that I’m probably putting this baby up for adoption,” she reminded him.

      A flash of something that looked close to pain came and went across his face so quickly, she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it.

      “So you say.”

      She shook her head, trying to puzzle him out and failing at it. “Why does this bother you so much?”

      “Who said it bothered me?” He started to turn away, then slowly turned back as though he’d thought better of it. “It’s just that…well, I want to make sure you think this through.”

      She fought back a wave of weariness. Did he really think she’d come up with this idea on the fly? It had been the hardest, most heart-breaking dilemma she’d ever faced. How could it be anything else?

      “Believe me, I’ve done plenty of thinking about it.”

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