The Doctor's Pregnant Bride? / The Texas Billionaire's Baby. Susan Crosby

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      “If I have a gut reaction to a piece, I buy it, whether it costs fifty dollars or five thousand.”

      From her purse she pulled out a digital camera and took photos of each piece. He could see her mind whirling with possibilities. He wished he had that kind of spatial vision, to see what could be instead of what was. Chance frequently accused him of having tunnel vision. Ted had come to accept that about himself.

      He also knew that same tunnel vision may very well be the reason he would someday find that rare treatment, something reliable, that had eluded researchers forever. A scientist had to be devoted and single-minded. He was both, and unapologetic about it.

      Ted heard his name being called. Sara Beth stood in front of him, waving her hands and smiling.

      “Where’d you go?” she asked.

      “Sorry.” His defenses went up. So many women had become frustrated with how often he ignored them while delving into his own thoughts.

      “Saving the world?” she asked, her smile softening.

      She didn’t seem at all upset that he’d tuned her out. Maybe because they were friends, not dating?

      “You don’t do that when you drive, do you, Ted?”

      “No tickets. No accidents.”

      “But how many did you cause?” She laughed as she scooped up her purse and dropped her camera in it. “I’ll use your bathroom, then we can go, if you’re ready.”

      “Sure.”

      She breezed past him, leaving her fresh scent in her wake. He watched her walk away, her stride purposeful, her shiny hair swinging between her shoulder blades. An image flashed of her naked, straddling him, and bending over, her hair brushing his chest, then his stomach …

      His body clenched. He turned away and moved to the window. She hadn’t had a date on Valentine’s Day, nor tonight. So … maybe she wouldn’t mind spending time with him, helping him take a break now and then from his cause. Someone to share dinner with, have a conversation.

      Of course, in the meantime, he needed to do something about sex. Or the lack thereof, in this case. As in, not since he’d left San Francisco. He figured that was why he’d reacted so strongly to Sara Beth, the only woman he’d touched in months.

      He studied a couple strolling along the river’s edge, hand in hand. Tricia would be a safer bet, he thought. She was home for a month, dedicated to her career, wouldn’t expect the long term from him. They had a history. No complications to speak of. Except … he felt proprietary about Sara Beth. Unreasonably so, probably, but true.

      “Ready?”

      He turned around. Sara Beth returned his look, a small smile stretching her lips, curiosity in her eyes. He wanted to back her up until her legs hit his bed and she tumbled onto it, and follow her down. He wondered what she tasted like. Did her bra and panties match the brightly colored scrubs she always wore, or was she a pristine-white or invisible-beige lingerie kind of woman? No hint of an answer came from her V-neck black sweater that plunged only far enough to have him wishing for more.

      Sara Beth’s smile faltered. “Are you upset about something?”

      “No.” He laid a hand on her shoulder, then let go immediately. “I apologize. I was deep in thought.”

      She cocked her head. “I wonder what it’s like, living in your mind. It must be fascinating.”

      It was the wrong thing for her to say. No one had ever considered his tuning out to be anything but negative. To have her think otherwise made him want to get closer.

      “You’d probably find a lot of twists and turns and dead ends,” he said, encouraging her toward the elevator.

      “Did anything come from the idea that struck you at my house last week?”

      “Yes. Chance and I are working on it.” In fact, he should be in the lab now, but was determined not to feel guilty about taking a day for himself. He wasn’t sure how to find a balance between work and social life.

      “What do you think of Derek Armstrong?” Ted asked when they were in the elevator.

      “Because Lisa is my best friend, I’ve known him all my life, but we haven’t spent time together in a very long time—he’s so many years older than me. Why?”

      They stepped out of the elevator and headed to the car a few feet away. “I’m just trying to get a handle on him. He drops in now and then, asks a few questions. But I report to Paul as chief of staff.”

      Ted unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her.

      She paused before getting in. “Well, Derek and Paul are twins, but that’s where the resemblance ends. I get the impression you don’t trust Derek.”

      How much could he say? Derek seemed much more interested in how the research for the treatment was going than the investigation of what could cause the institute a lot of damage. It should’ve been the opposite at this point.

      “I don’t know him,” Ted answered carefully.

      “I watched you when Derek stopped by the other day. Your spine stiffened. You never took your eyes off him. And he didn’t ask questions, he interrogated.”

      So, he hadn’t been wrong about that. He wasn’t just being defensive. Sara Beth saw it, too. “You didn’t say anything.”

      “It wasn’t my place.”

      “I value your opinions, Sara Beth.”

      “You and I have an unusual relationship,” she said after he’d started the engine. “You’re my boss for part of the day, my coworker most of the day and I guess we’re also friends.”

      She’d summed it up perfectly. And she was right, it was unusual but also complicated. “You nailed it.”

      “Which means it’s just as confusing to you?”

      “I’m not losing sleep over it.”

      She laughed. “Okay, then.” She pulled a small stack of papers from her seemingly bottomless purse. “I’ve got a list of furniture stores I think might be suitable.”

      “How long did you spend online doing that research?”

      She shrugged. “I had fun. I hope your mother likes the results.”

      “It only matters what I think.”

      “I know, but …”

      “No buts, Sara Beth. It’s a fact.”

      “And facts matter most to you.”

      Yes, most of the time that was true. He liked facts. Good, solid, unchangeable facts made the world go around—his world, anyway.

      But he was coming to like the mystery that was Sara Beth O’Connell, too, the woman he could already СКАЧАТЬ