The Heart Surgeon's Secret Son

He rolled over to reach for his wallet to get a condom, and found the night table bare except for the standard hotel clock and lamp. Frowning, he felt on the floor to see if they’d knocked his wallet off during the night and found it.

Unfortunately, he didn’t find another condom.

CHAPTER NINE

KIMBERLY stared across the hospital cafeteria table and wondered how she could have been so stupid.

She’d had sex with Daniel without telling him about Ryan. Admittedly telling him about Ryan would have killed the desire to have sex, but she should have told him before they’d slept together.

Slept together.

Something they hadn’t ever done. Sure, they’d taken short naps after making love, but they’d never slept in a bed all night together.

He’d kept his arm draped around her protectively and at one point during the night she’d woken up, realized she lay next to Daniel and cried.

Lying in his arms, waking up next to him, it’s what she’d wanted for so long.

That morning, when he’d caught her misty-eyed and had wanted to know what was wrong, she hadn’t been able to tell him the truth, not when it would have meant erasing the warmth from his eyes, not when it would have meant replacing his smile with a frown, and losing whatever it was between them.

But her heart pricked and she couldn’t bear it any longer.

“You okay?” Daniel asked, downing half his glass of orange juice in a single drink.

“Fine,” she lied.

It seemed she was born to deceive this man. Odd, as he mattered so much to her and she was generally an honest person.

She was tired of lying to Daniel.

Tired of the secrets between them.

She wanted Daniel in her life, wanted him to know Ryan and to love their son the way she did.

“What are you thinking about?” Daniel’s eyes pierced her thoughts.

No more lies.

“This morning.” He’d been upset when he’d realized they hadn’t had any protection, but had given her release with his mouth and hands.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he promised. “Apparently neither of us was prepared for a night of sex.”

“No,” she admitted, not meeting his eyes.

“You regret what happened?”

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“It was inevitable, I suppose.”

“Inevitable?” He frowned. “You make it sound like a disease.”

“We should have talked before sleeping together, Daniel.”

“Weren’t you listening, Kimberly?” His voice was low, seductive, making her cheeks flush with heat. “My body was telling you everything.”

How did they get onto this topic while in the hospital cafeteria?

Fortunately, the closest people to them were two older women sipping coffee and unaware of the tension four tables over.