The Millionaire's Cinderella: Renegade Millionaire / Billionaire Bachelors: Gray / Her Convenient Millionaire. KRISTI GOLD

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      “Does he have a name yet?” Rio asked.

      “Rufus Harold Jr.,” Mr. Rutherford stated with open pride.

      Rufus Rutherford. Tough break, Rio thought. “And you are?” he asked the little girl who seemed totally disinterested in her brother, if not somewhat annoyed.

      She jutted out her chin in defiance. “Rita Louise Rutherford and I don’t like babies.”

      “Rita,” Mrs. Rutherford scolded. “You haven’t even seen him yet. Come take a look.”

      “I don’t wanna.”

      A classic case of sibling rivalry, Rio decided. When Mr. Rutherford stepped forward as if to escort his daughter out, Rio put up a hand to stop him then pulled a lollipop from his lab-coat pocket and offered it to Rita. “For the big sister.”

      She seemed somewhat appeased yet still not overly thrilled as she unwrapped the candy and stuck it in her mouth. Rio knelt on her level. “My mother spoke often about the sun and moon. The sun is strong and therefore in charge of looking after the moon.” He brushed away a golden curl from her shoulder. “Since your hair is the color of the sun, then your little brother will be the moon. He’ll look to you for guidance. That’s a very important job. Think you can do that, Rita?”

      She glanced over her shoulder toward the baby then pulled the sucker from her mouth with a pop. “I guess so, as long as he doesn’t get into my stuff.”

      Rio presented his first real smile of the day when Rita gave him a winning grin. “Why don’t you try holding him?”

      After Rita nodded and handed her father the candy, Rio picked her up and put her on the bed. Mrs. Rutherford gently placed the baby in his sister’s arms and Rio saw an immediate transformation in the little girl. New life had a way of working on a person, no matter what that person’s age.

      Mrs. Rutherford looked up with a grateful expression. “Thank you, Dr. Madrid.”

      “No problem, and I’m sorry it took so long for you have your son with you.”

      While Rita continued to hold the baby, Mrs. Rutherford unwrapped the blanket to do the usual motherly allparts-accounted-for check. “Two hours is a long time to be without your child.”

      Try two months, Rio thought as Joanna’s predicament worked its way back into his brain. As he watched the family gathered around to survey the miracle, he realized how much Joanna needed to have her son with her.

      He’d been alone for so long, Rio was only beginning to realize the importance of that concept—and the extent of his own loneliness. He hadn’t stopped to consider how difficult it must be for Joanna, not having those she loved and needed nearby. He’d only considered how much he wanted her, his own desires and needs. That made him a selfish bastard, and somehow, someway, he needed to make amends.

      Starting now.

      Joanna dismissed her next-to-last patient and moved on to the final one, thankful to discover the patient was Allison Cartwright. She could use a familiar face right now, someone who might distract her from thoughts of Rio.

      As Joanna entered the exam room, Allison smiled but it immediately faded. “You look absolutely beat, Joanna.”

      She felt as if she’d taken a beating—to her heart. “It’s been a long day.” Joanna moved to the chair next to the table where Allison sat wearing a cornflower-blue exam gown, her swollen feet propped up on a stool. “How have you been feeling?”

      “Pretty good, except for the usual pregnancy woes. Caroline examined me since you were running behind.”

      Joanna tamped down her guilt. “I’m sorry. I’m not moving very fast today. Anything special to report?”

      Allison’s smile disappeared. “Actually, she’s a little concerned about my blood pressure.”

      Flipping open the chart, Joanna scanned the notes. “Your pressure is a bit high but your urine looks normal for now. However, you do have quite a bit of edema.” She set the chart down and turned her attention to Allison. “To be on the safe side, I’m going to put you on bed rest for the next couple of weeks. I also want to check you on Monday, and in the meantime, we’ll order a few lab tests.”

      Allison’s eyes widened. “Bed rest? Is that necessary? I really don’t have any extra sick leave coming to me. If I have to take off early then I run the risk of losing my job.”

      “Allison, I know it’s tough, but I don’t want to run the risk of anything happening to you or your baby. You could be facing preeclampsia and we don’t want to take any chances. Preeclampsia is a condition where—”

      “I know all about it,” Allison said. “My sister had it and so did my mother. In fact, my mother died giving birth to my sister from full-blown eclampsia.”

      Joanna’s concern increased. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Allison. And that’s all the more reason to watch you carefully since you could have a genetic predisposition.”

      Allison sighed. “Okay, I’ll figure something out. This baby is very important to me and I don’t want to take any chances whatsoever. After all, the doctors said I’d never be able to get pregnant.”

      Joanna smiled. “Well, I guess they were wrong, weren’t they?”

      “Yes, they were, and speaking of doctors, I spoke to Dr. Madrid today.”

      Joanna swallowed hard. “Really?”

      “Yes, on the phone, and I appreciate you letting him know about my decision.”

      “He seemed okay with it?”

      “Yeah, he was fine, as far as I could tell.”

      Joanna wondered how cooperative Rio would be if he knew of Allison’s current problems. “I’m glad.”

      “He did seem a little distracted, though.”

      He could join the club, Joanna thought. “I’m sure he’s probably very busy.”

      “He said I was in good hands with you.” Allison grinned. “Does he have personal knowledge of your hands?”

      Boy, did he. “Very funny, Allison.”

      “I’m sorry, but that day I saw him here at the center, I could tell something was going on between you two.”

      Joanna’s face felt like an inferno. “What makes you think that?”

      “By the way he looked at you. Are you going to deny there’s something going on between you two?”

      After hesitating just a little too long, Joanna realized she might as well come clean. After all, she could use someone to talk to. Several times she’d almost called Cassie O’Connor but she didn’t want to burden a busy mother of twins. And she had forged a friendship СКАЧАТЬ