The Child They Didn't Expect. Yvonne Lindsay

The night she’d taken the plunge, thrown inhibitions to the wind and indulged in...well...him—the only man she’d ever slept with aside from her ex.

      She vividly remembered everything about him from the first moment they’d brushed against one another. She’d just been turned away because the restaurant was fully booked, and as she was starting to leave, without looking where she was going, they had connected. She didn’t so much see him, as get a series of impressions of him. The first, being his size. Not just his height exactly, but his bulk and presence. It was almost as if he wore his masculinity like a coat of armor, his strength and power as much a part of him as the cells that made up his body. The second impression was his scent. With the tangle of fragrances and aromas in the air the hint of his cologne had been a subtle contrast. Almost like the sea breeze that blew up the beach, yet with a cool freshness that tantalized and teased her senses.

      Their arms had grazed one another with the lightest of touches, and her breath had caught in her chest. It had been so long since her body had reacted in that way—that buzz, that zing of total awareness—that she’d almost forgotten what attraction felt like, especially attraction on such a visceral level. She’d felt feminine in every sense of the word.

      His voice had been deep and resonant as he’d excused himself and stepped away. Ali had remained silent, too stunned by her physical reaction to his touch to do any more than nod her acknowledgment of his apology. It wasn’t until he was well past her that she’d realized his accent was just like her own—from New Zealand. She’d looked back over her shoulder and seen the hostess smile at him and pick up a menu before showing him through to his table. Beachfront. For one. And then she’d been invited to join him.

      She shook off the flash of memory before her ever-astute friend saw too much on her face. Ali forced a laugh.

      “Yes, I’m sure.”

      “And did you meet any hot guys? Please tell me you met someone.”

      She managed to summon a smile from somewhere. “I didn’t go there to meet someone. I went there for a vacation, and that’s exactly what I had. Now, tell me about what’s kept you so busy while I was away,” she finished, deflecting Deb’s attention as effectively as she could.

      Deb spent a good twenty minutes giving Ali the abridged version of what had been going on in her absence. Best for Baby, if requested, provided a range of services to expectant families, from baby showers to nursery shopping to interviewing and providing a shortlist of nannies, when needed. She’d had a slow start when she’d opened their doors three years prior, but over the past twelve months, referrals had begun to bring business with increasing frequency.

      It was bittersweet work for a woman who knew she’d never bear a child of her own, but it was rewarding in its own way to create the perfect world for a new family.

      A perfect world she’d never believed she wouldn’t have.

      As a child she’d been a little mother for all her toys. She loved children, and had always been eager to raise a house full of them—a dream that she had shared with her high school sweetheart, who had become her husband. They’d hoped to start building their family right away after their wedding...but it wasn’t meant to be. Discovering she lacked the essential female ability to have a baby of her own had been a massive blow—one she’d believed she’d overcome with Richard at her side. But she’d discovered she was too flawed for him. So flawed that he’d stopped loving her—and eventually left her for another woman.

      Over the past few years she’d become adept at hiding the pain her inadequacies caused her. As the youngest of four sisters, all of whom had children and had remained happily together with their spouses, it hadn’t been easy, but she’d gotten there. Best for Baby had given her a sorely needed sense of purpose, and had gotten her through the worst of it.

      “The Holden baby shower went really well. They loved the games, and the cupcakes,” Deb said, pulling Ali’s focus to the here and now.

      “Did you send flowers to the bakery with our thank-you note? The way they pulled that together on such short notice really saved us,” Ali said, remembering how, on the day of her departure to Hawaii, their usual catering supplier had let them down at the last minute.

      “I certainly did. The owner called to say she’d be happy to continue to work with us in the future. Oh, and yesterday we got a new contract.”

      “Don’t you mean a lead?”

      “Nope. A bright, shiny new contract. Signed and everything.”

      “What? Just like that?” Ali asked in disbelief.

      “Yup, just like that.” Deb looked smug.

      Usually there was a process—meetings with clients, presentations of proposals, acceptance of ideas and terms, etc. You didn’t just get a new contract straightaway like that. Or at least she hadn’t, up until now. Her incredulity must have shown on her face.

      “Yes, I know. I was surprised, too, but there’s some urgency involved as the baby has already been born,” Deb said. “Because of complications he’s still in hospital. The client wants the nursery completed before the baby is released to the family. And wait, there’s more.”

      “How much more?” Ali asked, doubtful about this sudden good fortune.

      “You have carte blanche on the nursery. Your design, your budget.”

      “No! Seriously? Are you certain this is legit?”

      “Sure am. I emailed the contract to the client and it arrived back, fully completed and in duplicate, by courier the same day. Even better, the deposit landed in our bank account overnight.”

      Ali accepted the clipped papers that Deb handed to her and quickly perused them. Everything seemed to be in order. She looked at the bold signature at the bottom of the agreement. She couldn’t make out the name, but it appeared a company rather than an individual had contracted Best for Baby’s services. She hadn’t heard of REM Consulting before, but that didn’t mean anything.

      “Well,” she said on a slow exhalation of breath. “It certainly looks genuine.”

      “They want you to go around to the house, today if possible, and start putting things in motion. It doesn’t sound like they have the vaguest idea of what they want, which is a bit weird, but they need the job done quickly. I told them you’d be there at three this afternoon.”

      Ali groaned inwardly. She’d hoped to spend all day in the office, catching up on email and correspondence, but it looked like some of that would have to wait until tonight. Oh well, it wasn’t as if she had any grand plans for her evening, anyway. Work had been her constant companion in the past three years, so why should it be any different now?

      “Okay, then. I’d better at least attempt to get up-to-date before I head out, hadn’t I?”

      “Lucky for you I left you a few things to do,” Deb said with a cheeky smile. “I’ll put the coffee on while you go through your email.”

      “Thanks, Deb. You’re a lifesaver.”

      The morning passed quickly. Ali ate her lunch at her desk while checking job sheets for clients before heading out to her appointment. She’d made steady progress today, with Deb fielding her calls for her. With taking work home, by tomorrow afternoon, she’d be fully back on deck and up-to-date. She looked up at Deb as she came into her office.

      “I called the client to confirm the meeting and I’ve checked the traffic report. The southern motorway is slow, so you might want to head out soon if you’re going to make it to Whitford on time.”

      Ali glanced at her watch. “Thanks. I’ll head out now.”

      * * *

      It took nearly an hour for Ali to reach her destination, and she sent a silent message of thanks to Deb for giving her the heads-up to start driving early. She prided herself on punctuality but was prone to getting wrapped up in a project, so she