Heiress's Baby Scandal

Sighing with frustration and remorse that she’d snapped at her coworker, Eleanor stroked her fingertip over the tiny baby’s precious cheek, loving how his reflexes kicked in and he turned in the direction she’d touched. Developing reflexes was a sign of progress, of increased survival chances.

“No, sorry, you’re right,” she relented, knowing that she was being overly sensitive, that she just wanted this crazy day to end, and it wasn’t even noon yet. “I was the re.”

“It’s not like you to be cranky.” Linda’s eyes were way too astute. “Things didn’t go well?”

“Things went just fine.” Hoping she would take the hint, Eleanor made a fuss of continuing to check the little boy, talking to him softly as she did so.

“Dr. Donaldson came, too?”

Oh, he came all right.

Eleanor winced at her crude thought. Her very inappropriate thought. She knew she shouldn’t have reacted, that Linda was too keen to have missed the telltale expression.

“Let’s not talk about him, okay?” she settled with saying. “I want to know about Rochelle. How is she?”

“She’s holding her own.” Linda paused for effect, then continued, “You should probably know that he was looking for you after he finished up with the twin.”

Eleanor fought to keep from sucking in air. “Maybe he wanted an update on the other twin or something.”

“Or something,” Linda mumbled as she walked away from the incubator, shaking her head as she went.

Turning back to assess the baby, Eleanor bit her lower lip. What was Ty thinking? Was he relieved that what he probably considered the worst mistake of his life wasn’t making a fuss?

She finished examining the baby, entered her notes into the computer, thoroughly cleansed her hands, then moved on to her next little patient.

But before she started, she spotted Ty entering the unit. Her breath caught. The man was way too beautiful. Tall, dark, handsome, fantastic in bed.

A flashback of her naked body tangled with his flashed through her head. Images of their bodies molded together, gyrating, thrusting, exploding. How was she ever going to look at Ty without remembering? Without thinking of all the marvelous ways he’d touched her body?

He headed straight for her and although she might have tried had she thought she’d be successful, there was no place for her to hide.

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

Hoping no one was close enough to overhear their conversation, she glanced around the nursery. No one seemed to be paying them the slightest attention, but looks could be deceiving.

“Can’t we talk about this later?” She really didn’t want to talk about it at all. She just wanted to forget.

“Tonight?”

She shook her head. “I’m busy.”

Ty’s face clouded. “All night? Or you just don’t want to spend the evening with me?”

“I have plans.” Did reading the latest medical journal and going to the gym count?

His lips pursed. “Cancel them. We need to discuss what happened last night.”

Knowing they had to be attracting attention, even if only Linda’s, she glanced around the room again. “No, we don’t, and especially not here.”

Seeming to recall where they were, he glanced around, sighed. “Fine, then go out with me tonight so we can talk somewhere that’s not here.”

“No.” She couldn’t risk going out with him again. She wasn’t that strong, might end up begging him to kiss her, touch her, take her to heights previously unknown.

“But if you insist on having this conversation right now, let’s at least go somewhere private.”

“You have time for a coffee?”

If it got them away from the prying eyes and ears of their coworkers then she’d make time.