The Army Doc's Baby Secret

Pushing the phantom pain back, Zeke held eye contact and stared her down. It was all in his head. A mere manifestation of all that he had lost—so much more than just the leg itself—the night what remained of his black ops team had flown him into the single-man makeshift clinic in the middle of no man’s land.

And his white-faced wife had been given no choice but to perform an emergency amputation on him.

‘So, are the newspapers the real reason you’re back? You read about my so-called heroics?’

He hated saying the words; he’d never much cared for public veneration. Not as a young seventeen-year-old lifeguard who had just happened to be on the beach when the mayor’s daughter had got caught out by a riptide. Not as a twenty-something decorated marine when he’d made it out of that mission with a limb missing but alive, when two of his buddies had been brought out in body bags. And not in this latest award, as a coxswain who’d just happened to get lucky on a horrible, stormy night.

And yet, as he watched the battle waging within Tia as she fought to keep her cool in the face of his outrageous accusations, a little punch of victory vibrated through his bones. As pathetic as it might be that he took such triumph from the fact that he could still read her, he would take whatever he could right at this moment.

Because little else about her seemed the same. At least, not when he got past the physical similarities. Those brown eyes with the flecks of green, that light brown hair now highlighted with pure gold, that body that made his whole body tighten and his mouth water.

‘You heard I was here, and you couldn’t stop yourself from racing home to be with me again?’ he pushed on, not missing the way her nostrils flared. As though he wasn’t entirely wrong and she hated herself for it.

And if that was true, then surely it meant she still felt something for him?

There was still hope.

‘I see you aren’t denying it.’ He grinned, enjoying the way her eyes sparked with anger.

‘Denying what?’ she challenged. ‘Denying wanting to appear in the newspapers with you as your desperate ex-wife?’

‘Not ex,’ he gritted out. ‘We’re still married.’

‘Fine.’ She exhaled deeply, but her voice was that bit tighter, thicker than before. ‘Estranged for the last five years, then. Either way, I’m confused.’

‘And why is that?’

‘Well, let’s see.’ She lifted her hand as though to tick off her points one at a time. ‘First you say I’m in Delburn Bay because I thought it was far enough from Westlake for you not to know I was here. Then you declare that I’ve come because I’ve read the papers and wanted a piece of your new-found fame. So which is it to be, Zeke? Because even you can’t have it both ways.’

It was that flash of temper, her refusal to cower, which he had fallen in love with all those years ago. And which clawed their way inside him right now. It made him want to pull her to him when he knew he should be taking things slowly.

But it was proving impossible to hold back when she had essentially returned to him after so many years of absence. Especially when she looked at him the way she was doing right now, even if he doubted she realised it. As if she still wanted him, too.

‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he pointed out smoothly.

Tia merely cocked an eyebrow.

‘Fancy that.’

The need to claim her as his once more swirled inside him, pounding at him, eroding him. His arms actually ached with the effort of not reaching out to touch her. To place his hands on her shoulders and draw her in. To see if her body still fitted his with as flawlessly as ever. To discover if she was every bit the Tia he remembered.

Would she think he was still the same Zeke who she had married over fifteen years ago? She was certainly the same Tia. Despite that...edge, which he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

‘You haven’t changed,’ he told her, taking a step closer.

Unable to stop himself.

She braced herself, though he noted she didn’t try to move away.

‘Don’t, Zeke. I have changed, as it happens.’ And again, something shot through him too fast for him to grasp. ‘More than you can imagine. As, I’ve no doubt, have you.’

Zeke faltered for a moment, then caught himself. She couldn’t be back for the money. Tia couldn’t know that he was now a multimillionaire thanks to his company, Z-Black, along with Zane—another of his former marine brothers-in-arms—and Zane’s investment mogul brother, Frazer.

He took another step towards her.

‘Meaning?’

This time, she did edge away, if only a fraction. And as though her body didn’t want to but her head was telling her she had to. She squeezed her eyes shut.