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  “Something changed your mind because you’re not the sex-in-the-supply-closet type.”

  Cindy was grateful for that unwavering faith in her. “I happened to see him in action saving a baby.”

  “Ah. The hero factor worked in his favor. It’s very powerful female fantasy material.”

  “I still said ‘no,’ but he wouldn’t give up. So finally I gave in to a dinner invitation.” She decided to leave out the portion of the conversation where she offered sex to get him out of her life. That had not worked out as planned.

  At least not yet.

  “If I had to guess, I’d say dinner went well?”

  Cindy nodded. “He’s more charming when he’s away from the hospital.”

  “No kidding,” Dina said.

  “It wasn’t like that.” Cindy didn’t want her boss to get the wrong idea about him. “He just kissed me good night.”

  She also decided to leave out the part about him saying he wanted her sexy, sassy, smart mouth. And the part where he wanted to taste the passion she put into being so tough. It had surprised her that he understood her so well. Maybe that’s what had pushed her over the edge into mindless passion, but she didn’t believe he’d planned to seduce her. Although she’d been very wrong about a man once before.

  “Neither of us planned for this to happen,” Cindy added. “Precautions were…problematic. It’s just one of those things. But I want to clarify that there is no relationship between the two of us.”

  “Okay.” Dina didn’t look away.

  “I’m aware that the staff is gossiping. For what it’s worth, I believe the complaint about my work has more to do with the social differences between us. Although on the surface the two aren’t connected.”

  “Just someone lashing out,” Dina agreed.

  Cindy leaned forward in her eagerness to dispel any lingering doubts. “It’s just talk. I told him to back off, so that should be the end of it.”

  “Don’t be too sure.” The other woman looked skeptical.

  “If not, I can deal with this. I have to,” she added. “I need this job. Looking for another one isn’t an option because of the medical insurance. Pregnancy would be a pre-existing condition and excluded from another employee plan. I’m just barely scraping by now. I couldn’t handle it if medical bills were added to everything else—”

  Dina held up her hands. “Don’t borrow trouble. Not yet anyway.”

  Cindy got the subtext. “Yeah. When the baby starts to show, I won’t have to do anything but waddle down the hall to stir up trouble and start talk.”

  “Okay, let’s hope this is the end of it. Probably whoever called the hotline is just an anonymous whiner,” Dina said. “If there’s anything else I can do for you, let me know.”

  “Thanks.” Gratitude for her friend’s understanding and support brought a lump to her throat and Cindy swallowed hard before saying, “You’ve already done it.”

  Dina shook her head, an indication that boss-mode was gone for now. “Wow. A baby. How do you feel?”

  “Not too bad.”

  “Have you seen the doctor?”

  “Rebecca Hamilton,” Cindy said.

  “Excellent choice. That’s who I would have recommended.”

  What a relief that someone besides Nathan knew and she could talk about what she was going through. For another few minutes Cindy shared the changes already starting in her body, the emotions so close to the surface, the fears for the future. Dina talked about her own experiences and the joys of being a mom.

  When Cindy left the office, she was relieved about her job status but not much else. The last time she’d been involved with a man, he’d taken her confidence along with her money. Yet again her life had been complicated by a man and she had the nagging feeling that Nathan Steele could take more than her bank account.

  But that wasn’t going to happen.

  Just talking to him could cause trouble and cost her what little she had left. To keep peace in the workplace, she needed to become as invisible as she’d been before that darn dinner where she’d caught Dr. Charming’s attention.

  Somehow she had to rewind and delete.

  Chapter Seven

  Cindy was in the kitchen looking in the nearly empty refrigerator for dinner inspiration when she heard someone at the door. It was rare for her doorbell to ring, especially in the evening like this. Uneasiness crept over her. After peeking out the window to see who was there, her uneasy feeling was validated.

  “Nathan,” she whispered.

  For a nanosecond, she debated whether to answer, but her car was in the driveway. He knew she was there.

  After a deep, bracing breath, she opened the door. “What part of ‘back off’ did you not get?”

  Resting his hands on lean hips he answered, “And what part of ‘that doesn’t work for me’ did you not get?” One dark eyebrow lifted as he looked down at her. “Do you always answer the door like that? Hello to you, too.”

  “Hi. Why are you here?”

  “We need to talk.”

  Cindy folded her arms over her chest and wished her hair didn’t look like rats had nested there and her cotton shorts weren’t quite so short. And quite so cotton. They were practically see-through.

  “I have nothing to say.”

  “Then you can just listen.”

  She wished he didn’t look quite so yummy and tempting in his worn jeans and white cotton shirt. The long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing wide wrists and strong forearms. Since when had cotton become the sexiest fabric on the planet? In his case, if it was just a little more see-through she might catch a glimpse of his broad chest, and that would be really nice.

  Pulling herself together with an effort, she said, “I don’t want to listen. Go away. I’m looking for something to eat.”

  She started to shut the door, but his hand shot out and he flattened his palm against it.

  “Let me take you out,” he offered.

  She glanced down at her no-one-should-see-this-in-public attire. “Do I look like I’m ready to go out?”

  Something hot and primitive flashed through his eyes as his gaze lazily drifted over her. “Then we can stay here.”

  “I’m not prepared to feed company.” Did her voice sound as breathless and needy to him as it did to her?

  “That’s code for you’re broke, right?”

  “It’s the week before payday.” Her whole life felt like the week before she got paid.

  “So we’ll order pizza. I’ll buy,” he added.

  That was a really bad idea. The last time he’d been in her house they’d had sex and now she was pregnant. She wasn’t sure if something worse could happen, but she wasn’t willing to take the risk.

  Before she could figure out a way to turn him down, he said, “I can see the wheels in your head turning and before you use up any more mental energy, you should know that I’m not taking no for an answer. Just look at it as a meal you don’t have to pick up the tab for. My treat.”

  He was a treat, all right. That’s what worried her the most. But it didn’t look like he was going away without getting what he wanted. She wasn’t sure if his persistence was endearing or annoying, but at least she’d get a free meal out of it.

  “Okay. I’ll change my clothes and we’ll go out.”

  “While you’re at it, how about changing your attitude?” he called after her.

  She heard the humor in his voice and couldn’t help smiling. He wasn’t giving her much of a choice, so she might as well make the best of it. The prospect of not sitting home all by herself and fretting about how she was going to make this baby thing work did lift her spirits.

  Besides, what could happen in public?

  Nathan sat across from Cindy in a diner near the hospital and watched her hide behind a large menu the waitress had delivered when taking their drink orders. If it wasn’t the week before payday, there was a better than even chance Cindy would have told him to stuff a sock in his dinne
r invitation. He hadn’t worked that hard for anything since his internship.

  Determination had served him well then, but he’d need more than that to deal with this woman. She had a chip on her shoulder as big as Nevada and somehow he had to separate her from it. The challenge got his juices going.

  Sooner or later she would figure out that he wasn’t going away.

  “Have you been here before?” he asked.

  “No. Have you?”

  “Yes.” It was handy when he was working.

  The restaurant had a black and white tiled floor, red Formica tables and matching upholstery on the chrome stools at the counter. Waitresses wore red and white pinstriped uniforms to go with the retro look. It wasn’t Capriotti’s, which was kind of the point. That romantic atmosphere had landed him in this complicated mess. Now that he thought about it, he’d worked pretty hard to get her to have dinner with him that night, too.

  And now she was pregnant.

  Wrapping his head around the reality wasn’t easy, especially when she looked as slender as the night he’d held her in his arms. She’d changed into a pair of denim capris, but he really missed the shorts that left her legs bare. And the short, knit top that let him have flashes of the naked flesh beneath. Neither outfit gave a clue about her condition, yet he didn’t doubt that she was telling the truth. Funny, but her prickly attitude and the order to back off landed squarely in the confirmation column. She wouldn’t do that if she were trying to pull a fast one.

  There was zero romance here in this diner, but he could still smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and that cranked up a yearning in his gut that had nothing to do with food.

  He blew out a long breath. “So, what are you going to have?”

  “I don’t see peanut butter and jelly,” she grumbled from behind the menu.

  “How about a cobb salad?”

  She peeked around the tall plastic and met his gaze. “Really? Salad? You promised me dinner, not gerbil food.”

  “PB&J is dinner?”

  “In my world.” She ducked back into hiding.

  “Okay,” he said patiently. “What looks good to you?”

  “Banana cream pie. With a pickle,” she added.

  “If that’s representative of your current dietary choices, no wonder you’re nauseous.”

  Again, she peeked out from behind the menu and gave him a sassy look. “Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

  Ignoring her seemed to be a challenge he was unable to meet no matter how determined he might be. “I guess I passed the test.”

  “Yeah. But I was serious about the pie.”

  “That’s a lot of empty calories,” he warned.

  “Don’t get your stethoscope in a twist.” She put the menu down on the table. “It just sounds good. That’s not what I’m getting. The doctor told me about the pregnancy weight parameters. Twenty-five pounds or so.”

  The perky waitress—Jayne her name tag said—returned with their drinks. Coffee for him. Water for Cindy. “So what can I get for you two?”

  “Club sandwich. Wheat bread. No cheese. Side salad with oil and vinegar.” She handed over her menu.

  “Hamburger and fries,” Nathan ordered, doing the same.

  “You’re going to hell,” Cindy muttered.

  Jayne wrote on her pad and smiled brightly. “Coming right up. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

  He needed to let Cindy know he had her back. Unlike his father, he was someone a woman could depend on. If the waitress could rustle up an order of trust, there’d be a really good tip in it for her.

  When they were alone again, he looked across the table. “So, how do you like Rebecca Hamilton?”

  “She seems like a good doctor.” Cindy removed the paper from her straw. “I like her a lot. She’s young, smart. Easy to talk to.”

  He agreed. They had worked together from time to time. Every once in a while Rebecca called him in to consult when one of her patients delivered a baby too early.

  “She’s thorough, too. So she probably told you that staying in shape is important for both you and the baby.”

  “She did,” Cindy confirmed. “And isn’t it fortunate that I have a job that affords me the opportunity to move around a lot?”

  And she couldn’t afford much else, he thought. Thanks to the jerk who used her and disappeared. Nathan was furious every time he thought about that. And he didn’t like the idea of her pushing around the housekeeping cart.

  “Aren’t there exercise classes specifically for expectant mothers?” he asked.

  “There are. And I’ll do that in my copious free time, right between my job and administrative internship responsibilities.”

  “How about on the weekend?” he suggested.

  “Right.” She took a sip of her water. “I can do that because money grows on trees.”

  “I’ll pay for it.”

  The words just came out of his mouth. What was it about this woman that made him want to fix things for her? It wasn’t the pregnancy because the protective feeling had simmered inside him from the moment he’d seen her cross that crowded ballroom.

  “No, thanks.” She smiled, and for the first time since he’d asked her to dinner there was warmth in the expression.

  “I’m only trying to help.”

  “Believe me, I noticed.” She dragged her finger through the condensation on her glass. “And I appreciate the gesture. But I don’t care for feeling pathetic, that my life is a bad B movie. And if this were a romantic comedy, you’d have proposed to me by now. But we both know that kind of offer would be out of character for you.”

  There was nothing wrong with his character. He paid his bills, didn’t use women and never made promises he didn’t intend to keep. “How do we know that?”

  “It’s common knowledge,” she said with a knowing look.

  Not to him. “It?”

  “You’re a serial dater, which by definition means anti-matrimony.”

  “So that’s the current rumor at the hospital?”

  She nodded. “Is it wrong?”

  Damn right. Partly. He dated because he hadn’t been very good at settling down.

  “Yeah, it’s wrong. Imagine that. A rumor making the rounds at Mercy Medical Center that’s been twisted and sensationalized.”

  “Which part?” Cindy asked.

  “I’m not anti-matrimony. In fact, I was married once.” He saw her glance at his left ring finger, which was bare.

  It always had been. After the formal ceremony when he and Felicia had taken their vows, he hadn’t worn a wedding band. He’d given his wife a host of excuses about it getting in the way when he was working. Gloving up. Sterile procedure. But she’d seen through all the crap and realized the truth about him. “You said was.” Cindy frowned. “Past tense. You’re divorced?”

  “No.” He saw the look of surprise and clarified. “My wife died in a car accident.”

  Not long after she’d left him because he didn’t love her.

  She’d been right, but it wasn’t about her. Love was something he couldn’t make himself believe in.

  “Oh, Nathan—” Cindy’s eyes widened with distress. “I didn’t know.”

  “Not many people do.”

  “That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” The fault was his and so was the guilt.

  “I can’t help it. That’s what happens when you hear rumors and believe them without question. I should know better than to listen to that stuff. There’s so much talk and every time a story is told it gets—”

  The words stopped as she focused on something behind him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Two of the NICU nurses just walked in,” she whispered.

  “So?”

  “Isn’t it ironic that we were just talking about gossip?”

  Her expression took on the same wariness the day he’d tried to help her out. She’d told him to back off or it could cos
t her job.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.

  “Rumors will spread like the plague. You. Me. Here. Alone.” She put her elbow on the table, then settled a hand on her forehead, trying to shield her face. “Where’s a really big menu when you need one?” she mumbled.

  “It’s no one’s business but ours why we’re here.”

  “In a perfect world that would be true. But, trust me on this, there will be talk.”

  Nathan looked up when the two hospital employees walked by. He recognized the nurses—Barbara Kelly and Lenore Fusano. The first was pretty, blonde and blue eyed. The other woman had dark eyes and hair. Also attractive. He nodded a greeting and they both smiled and said hello, then kept moving without acknowledging Cindy in any way.

  “This is just great,” she said. “And the timing couldn’t be worse. I told my supervisor that everything was under control.”

  “What does this have to do with your boss?”

  She met his gaze. “I met with her because there was a complaint about me. Anonymous. On the hospital’s hotline.”

  Nathan glanced at the two nurses and saw them look quickly away. “What was the complaint?”

  “Supposedly about my work.”

  He remembered what she’d said about her life getting more difficult when word got out that he was “slumming” with one of the housekeepers. Then she’d told him to leave her alone because it could cost her job. That remark was one of the reasons he’d felt compelled to talk to her. To reassure her that she had nothing to worry about.

  “Someone complained because you talked to me?” he asked.

  “No. Because you talked to me.”

  He hadn’t really bought into what she’d said about all the social hierarchy stuff affecting her employment. But someone had gone on record and the paperwork trail had started. “You should have told me.”

  “Why? What can you do?” she protested. “I already asked you to leave me alone, and we can see how well that worked out.”

  He wasn’t walking away and everyone should just get over it. Including Cindy. “Backing off isn’t exactly my style.”