A Baby For The Doctor. Stephanie Dees

Now you’ll see her as a challenge.”

      “I won’t. I don’t, Joe. I like her. She’s different than the women I date. We’re friends, I think.”

      “You think?” In the relative darkness of the porch with only the glow from the kitchen windows for light, Joe’s glower was still spectacular.

      “Do they teach you to do that in cop school or were you just blessed to be able to use that look at will?” Ash grinned. “I’m kidding. Yes, we’re friends. I’m her foster son’s pediatrician, that’s all.”

      Joe drained the last of his root beer and set the bottle down none too gently. “If you should happen to change your mind about that, don’t.”

      “I’ll consider that carefully.” Ash handed Joe his own empty bottle and walked down the steps. “You know, I’m not as shallow as you think, Joe.”

      “I don’t think you’re shallow, but your relationships usually are. Jordan deserves better.”

      As he walked to his car, slightly irritated by his older brother’s characterizations, he had to admit that Joe was right. His relationships usually were shallow by design.

      And Jordan did deserve better than him.