The Doctor's Secret Son

“You headed out?” Agnes asked when she spotted Chrissie coming toward her.

“I am. I packed my things up into my car this morning and we just finished packing the supplies in the medical station.”

Agnes stopped what she’d been doing, wiped her hands down the side of her shirt. “Hope we’ll see you again next year.”

Next year.

Would Trace be there or would he still be off in another country doing good for those in need?

She and Joss needed him.

The thought was silly, but it ran through her mind, causing her to wince.

No, she and Joss did not need him. She took great care of her little family.

“I’m not sure where I’ll be next year, but maybe.” She gave an answer because Agnes waited for one.

“Trace know you’re about to leave?”

“He was helping the crew load up the heavy stuff, then got caught up talking about Doctors Around the World when I headed this way. I’ll find him and say goodbye before I leave.”

Although it would be better to just go.

“You two going to see each other again?”

She fought grimacing at Agnes’s question. “No.”

Disappointment marred Agnes’s face and she gave a little shake of her head. “I hate to hear that. You’re good for that boy.”

Trace was hardly a boy, but Chrissie wasn’t going to point that out.

“He was good for me, too.”

The weekend had been good for her. As hard as the thought of saying goodbye to Trace was, she was glad she’d come to the event, glad she’d volunteered and been a part of something so wonderful to help others, glad she’d run into Trace and put the bitterness she held toward him to rest.

Hopefully for good.

Hopefully she’d go home and love t

heir little boy and only think of Trace with fond memories of the man who’d given her life’s most precious gift. Her son.

He’d been honest with her. He wanted nothing more than what they’d already shared. Well, that and one more night of hot, steamy sex in the comfort of a bed.

Funny, but she had a difficult time imagining anything being better than what they’d already shared on a blanket dappled in sunshine and a sleeping bag in the shadows.

Yeah, it was time to go because she was becoming an emotional mess.

She looked at Agnes and the woman saw right through her.

“You need to tell him.”

Knowing what she was about to do, she shook her head. “It’s better this way.”

Agnes wasn’t buying it. “Better for who?”

“Both of us.”

“Are you married?”