Название | The Cowboy's Family Plan |
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Автор произведения | Judy Duarte |
Жанр | Современные любовные романы |
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Издательство | Современные любовные романы |
Год выпуска | 0 |
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Last week, while working with Maria, his therapist at the wellness center, he’d spotted that poster. Because one of the topics dealt with finding and hiring a surrogate, he’d signed up to take the classes, which were being taught by none other than Dr. Ramirez.
So call it luck or fate or chance, here he was.
He’d planned to sit through this first lecture, then afterward, catch the doctor alone and pick his brain.
Mary had thought the world of Dr. Avery. Alex just hoped that Dr. Ramirez, whoever he was, would be just as competent.
So what was keeping him?
Alex glanced at his wristwatch, noting it was almost seven. The doctor ought to be here by now.
Moments later, he heard the sound of the door swinging open at the back of the room.
Footsteps clicked upon the tile floor, drawing closer.
Alex turned and glanced to the right, just as an attractive brunette wearing a white lab coat over a green dress strode toward the lectern.
Alex wasn’t sure why he’d assumed that the obstetrician would be a man. It’s not as though he had any qualms about a female physician; it’s just that this one appeared to be too...young...too petite...too attractive.
But she certainly had an air of confidence about her.
He slowly turned to the front and waited for her to step behind the podium.
As she did so, she offered the audience a pretty yet professional smile and said, “Good evening, everyone. I’m Dr. Ramirez.”
Her voice held a slight Spanish accent, although just barely, and he listened as she began covering the basic causes of infertility. Alex wasn’t all that interested in that particular topic, though. And as he tried to focus on what she had to say, he couldn’t seem to think about anything other than the fact that none of his doctors had ever looked like her. And was he ever grateful for that.
If the lovely Dr. Ramirez would have walked into an exam room while he’d been seated on the table, she would have had to treat him for an excessive heart rate and high blood pressure.
For that reason, he’d better rein in his thoughts and listen to what she was saying.
While he did his best to concentrate on her words, he was struck by her mannerisms: the way she cocked her head slightly to the side, the way she gripped the side of the lectern and leaned forward to make a point, the way she lifted her left hand—which wasn’t wearing a ring.
Several times during the talk, he could have sworn he’d caught her looking right at him, her cheeks slightly flushed. And when she turned away to scan the audience, she cleared her throat and took a moment to skim over her notes.
Maybe public speaking made her nervous.
Or maybe she found a lone male sitting in the front row to be a little unnerving.
On the other hand, it might have been something about Alex that had caught her eye.
Nah, it couldn’t be that. He’d probably just imagined her interest in him. Sleeping solo in a king-size bed for the past three years did crazy things to a man, he supposed, made him think that it was time to start looking for another woman to share his life once again.
And right now, that’s the last thing Alex needed to think about. He had a surrogate to hire. Then, God willing, both remaining embryos would be implanted and he’d have two babies to raise.
As the audience broke into applause, Alex clapped, too, realizing the lecture was over and that he’d missed almost everything Dr. Ramirez said.
When she asked if there were any questions, he kept his arms crossed over his chest and let the others raise their hands instead. He had plenty of questions, of course, but most of them had to do with surrogacy, which she was supposed to discuss during the last class.
Finally, his classmates began to file out of the room, providing him with the opportunity he’d wanted—to quiz the doctor in private.
So he remained in his seat, while she gathered her notes and folded them back in the file on the podium. Then he rose and made his way to her, his Stetson in hand.
When she noticed his approach, her movements froze and her lips parted.
Her brown eyes, which were almost hazel, widened. Her thick dark lashes, natural and unenhanced by mascara, fluttered once, twice. Then she licked her bottom lip and cleared her throat.
Clearly he’d caught her off guard, so he offered her a friendly grin and said, “I wondered if I could have a few minutes of your time.”
Selena Ramirez hadn’t expected the handsome cowboy who’d been sitting in the front row to come up to her after her class. In fact, his presence had caused her to lose her train of thought several times during the lecture.
Who was he?
What was he doing here?
Where was his wife or partner?
And why was he coming to speak to her now?
He must have read the questions in her eyes because he added, “I’d like to pick your brain, if I may.”
Goodness, right now, he could “pick” just about anything he wanted. But she shook off the inappropriate thoughts. She’d certainly provided time for questions and answers, but maybe he was too embarrassed or shy to speak in front of people. So she asked, “What did you want to know, Mr....”
“Connor. Alex. My late wife was a patient of Dr. Avery.”
Selena wasn’t sure what had stunned her the most, the fact that he was a widower or that he’d come to the lecture on infertility by himself.
“I’m not sure I understand,” she said.
“I’d like to ask you a couple of questions that I didn’t want to bring up in front of everyone else.”
She could understand that, but she wasn’t able to talk to him here and now. “There’s a board meeting scheduled at eight, so we’ll need to clear the room.”
Disappointment swept across his brow, revealing an intensity she hadn’t expected, an emotion she couldn’t quite peg.
She glanced at her watch, a silver bangle style, then looked up at him and smiled. “But I have a little time. We can talk out in the lobby.”
“Why don’t we go to the cafeteria?” he asked. “I’ll buy you a cup of coffee, latte or whatever.”
The suggestion took her by surprise. And so did the boyish grin that set off an impish glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Please?” he asked.
She was certainly tempted. She also had a few questions she’d like to ask him. From the first moment she’d scanned the audience and spotted him sitting front and center, his hat lying on the chair next to him, she’d wondered about him. So what would it hurt to spend a few minutes with him in the cafeteria?
“All right. Coffee actually sounds good.”
His smile broadened, lighting up those eyes like a Texas summer sky and knocking her completely off stride.
How was that possible? She’d never been into cowboys. Not that there was anything wrong with them. It’s just that she’d always dated professional men.
Dated? Now that was a joke. When was the last time she’d had a date? Not since settling in Brighton Valley, that was for sure.
She noticed that he seemed to favor his left leg.
A new injury? she wondered. Or an old one?
Either way, she found herself heading to the cafeteria