Read Online To Have the Doctor's Baby by Teresa Southwick - Free Book Online

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    Maybe some sexy lingerie. Something flirtatious. Except flirting wasn’t necessary because they were in agreement about what was going to happen. So that was a bad idea even if she had a qualifying outfit. Which she didn’t. There hadn’t been a flirtatious or lingerie-worthy man since Nick.
    That left her two choices: the frumpy robe over her underwear or a T-shirt and sweatpants. The former would be convenient, but she opted for number two. Practical reasons. Eleven hours had passed since he’d read her ovulation alert and he might have changed his mind. If so, being dressed was far less humiliating.
    After pulling a red and white Runnin’ Rebels shirt over her head and slipping on a pair of black sweatpants, she checked her hair, brushed her teeth and dabbed perfume behind her ears and on her wrists.
    â€œBreak a leg,” she said to her reflection in the mirror.
    Just as she hit the bottom stair, the front door opened and there was Nick. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand, a bag and bottle of wine in the other. Just a guess, but it didn’t look like he’d changed his mind.
    â€œHi,” she said, heart thumping as she met him in the entryway.
    He held out the flowers. “For you.”
    â€œThanks. You really didn’t have to.”
    â€œI know. It’s nothing fancy.” He put the pink carnations wrapped in green cellophane in her arms.
    Her heart thumped a little harder and she went all gooeyinside. How sweet was this? If only he’d made a single similar gesture when they were married, the marriage might have survived. Leaving had been the hardest thing she’d ever done and one look at Nick reminded her why.
    In his old brown leather jacket, cotton shirt and jeans, he couldn’t possibly look more dashing, more masculine, more handsome. That attitude and his smile had swept her off her feet before, but this time she was in full control of her heart.
    â€œYou’re very sweet,” she said, burying her nose in the fragrant flowers.
    â€œRemember that when you’re poring over project proposals and trying to decide which kids program to fund.”
    She arched an eyebrow. “So, this is a bribe?”
    â€œActually I just thought of it. But, all causes being equal, how can you turn down the guy who brought you flowers?”
    â€œI’ll take that under advisement.” She looked at him and wished she could get a grip on her nerves. Facing down billionaire Las Vegas businessmen hadn’t rattled her like this. “Right now I’m going to put these in water. Do you have a vase?”
    â€œNot that I know of.” He went to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out a white plastic pitcher from the top shelf, a place way beyond her reach. “How about this?”
    â€œThat will work.” Grateful to have something to keep her hands busy, she filled it with water, then unwrapped the flowers and put them in. She moved the arrangement to the center of the island and said, “Pretty.”
    Nick set down the bag and pulled out “to go” boxes. “I stopped at Peretti’s for a bottle of wine and appetizers.”
    She stared at him. This wasn’t exactly a recreation of their first date. But sort of. The same food followed by thesame physical activity. The difference was that this time she knew exactly what she was doing. Sort of.
    Again her heart thumped. He looked so cute, so appealing. The effort he’d made was incredibly sweet, but for reasons she didn’t understand, that kicked up her nerves even more, into the reddest of red-alert zones.
    What now? Food, wine, bed? Or bed, food, wine? Would they even want to eat afterward? Or would they retire to their respective corners? Should she make the first move? If so, what would that move be?
    She leaned a hip against the island and folded her arms over her chest. “How was your day? Was there a lot to do after the weekend? I guess not.