Nyc Angels: Heiress’s Baby Scandal. Janice Lynn
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Название: Nyc Angels: Heiress’s Baby Scandal
Автор: Janice Lynn
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Medical
isbn: 9781472002945
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She prayed that when she went down she would bump her head and lose her memory, that she’d lose all recall of the day’s events. Amnesia would be a blessing.
But rather than fall to the floor, a strong pair of hands closed over hers, applying pressure and closing her fingers over the scissors handles. The ribbon split in two and each end drifted toward the floor in a dainty float that Eleanor watched as if in a surreal dream.
The sound of the applause and cheers—and was that a sigh of relief?—came from some faraway surreal place, too.
When she turned her head and looked up into the twinkling brown eyes of her savior, she was definitely somewhere other than reality.
Because Tyler Donaldson winked at her and drawled a breathy, “Hi, there, darlin’.”
As if it was the most natural thing in the world for his hands to be over hers, he motioned his head slightly toward the crowd. “Better paste a smile on that pretty face of yours ‘cause there are a lot of folks capturing the moment for posterity.”
Who was this man and what had he done with the real Dr. Donaldson, who never spoke except in regard to patients?
She gawked at him a second longer, then turned and forced a smile to her face the same way she’d done a hundred times before. She thought of happy times. Thought of medical school and how hard she’d worked, at how proud she’d been to accomplish something her daddy’s money and power couldn’t buy, something she’d had to do on her own. Something that didn’t require glamour, glitz or a hot little body.
Although her smile stayed on her face, her mind didn’t go to her happy place. Oh, no. Her happy place was all tangled up in Tyler’s hand still covering hers, holding hers, of the electricity and warmth burning into her at his touch.
He gave a squeeze as if he wanted to reassure her that she was going to be okay, that he was there and wouldn’t let her fall on her face.
Oddly enough, she believed he wouldn’t.
Which was crazy. He flustered her, barely knew she existed, so how could he possibly be rescuing her from total mortification?
Her knees weakened, and she swayed.
Tyler’s hand immediately went to her waist, steadying her, resting low on her back. “Just smile, babe. You’re doing just fine. It’s almost over.”
Easy for him to say. She had to face the reception afterward, mingle with the bigwigs while representing her father, her family.
But Tyler didn’t leave her side.
He stayed and smiled right there with her. He kept his hand at her back and his strength gave her the fortitude to keep her smile in place even though she really just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
When the photographers finally had their shots and moved on to their next victim, Eleanor let out a long breath and looked at her rescuer.
“Th-thank you.”
One side of his mouth lifted crookedly in a half grin. “No problem, sugar. You looked like you needed a helping hand.”
Speaking of hand, his still rested against the curve of her back, burning through the thin red material and branding her skin.
“I don’t like crowds.” Were those the first words she’d ever actually formed around him without stuttering, grunting or mumbling? Finally, coherency.
“I noticed.”
She smiled despite the nervousness still chipping away at her resolve. “Now, if only this party were over.”
“Over?” He glanced around at the smiling, laughing people and shook his head. “Why would we want the party over when the night is so young?”
“I don’t like crowds, remember?” She crinkled her nose and frowned up at him. Goodness, the man was tall. Probably about six-four. Maybe everything that came from Texas was big.
He grinned down at her, then tweaked her nose with the tip of his finger. “I tell ya what, darlin’, you just relax. Have some fun. I’ll handle the crowd.”
She glanced around at the people making their way into the room that had been decked out for the celebration. “But surely you have someone with you? You always have someone with you.”
“You’re right. I do.” He winked then leaned close to her ear. “Tonight that someone is you, Eleanor. My friends call me Ty, by the way, and you and I are definitely going to be friendly.”
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