Susan Carlisle

Married For The Boss's Baby


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I make some kind of arrangement?” Why hadn’t she’d thought this trip through?

      The woman shook her head.

      Hot with embarrassment, Sara said, “I need a moment to make a call.” Putting a squalling Lily in her stroller, Sara found her phone and located Grant’s number. She touched it and waited for the call to go through. The longer it rang, the more troubled she became that Grant wouldn’t answer.

      The exasperated “Yes?” on the other end both startled and relieved her.

      “It’s...” she glanced at the receptionist “...Sara. I’m sorry to bother you but I’m at the children’s clinic—”

      “Has something happened?” His voice filled with concern, catching her off guard.

      “No, Lily is fine. She had a checkup today. They expect to be paid.”

      There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. “You needed an insurance card.”

      Lily let out an unhappy bellow.

      Sara covered her ear. “What?”

      “What’s wrong with her?” Grant’s louder voice filled her phone.

      “She had a shot and she’s sleepy.” Sara tried hard to contain her irritation.

      “Do you have enough money to pay?”

      “No. I just bought groceries and this isn’t just a co-pay. Since I have no insurance card, they expect me to pay the entire bill.”

      “I’m coming right over.” The connection was broken.

      Sara sat in the waiting room, trying to calm the crying Lily, grateful that the hospital was just next door.

      Ten minutes later in walked Grant dressed in his blue scrubs with his bright white lab coat pulled over them. He wore black clogs on his feet. All the women in the room stopped what they were doing to look at him. He really was a striking male. It wasn’t that he was glossy cover model handsome as much as he had a commanding presence. He radiated a vibe of being in control. His rich dark hair, intense brown eyes and tall physique made him attractive, but his mystique was what held women spellbound. Including her. She gulped.

      Grant stalked to the reception window and spoke quietly to the woman, who smiled up at him like a sap. He indicated Sara and Lily. Minutes later he joined her. “Okay, that’s settled.”

      “Thank you.” Sara stood. “Now, just one more thing.”

      Grant looked as if he couldn’t be bothered.

      Sara held out Lily. “Please hold her while I go to the ladies’ room.”

      It took him a moment before his hands slowly circled the whimpering baby’s chest. Lily’s feet dangled.

      Didn’t he know how to handle a baby? It didn’t matter. He was going to have to hold Lily at least for a few minutes.

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