Sweet Destiny. Rochelle Alers

streaming down her cheeks, Selena nodded. “I need to know the first date of your last period.”

      Selena mentally calculated. “November twenty-third.”

      Mia reached into her bag again, this time taking out a round object that spun like a pinwheel. “November twenty-third,” she said under her breath, “would make your due date August thirtieth.” She wasn’t given time to react when Selena threw her arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. “Congratulations.”

      “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Selena took off running, while Mia closed her bag.

      “It looks as if you’ve made someone very, very happy.”

      Mia looked up to find Kenyon leaning against the carved oak door, powerful arms crossed over his chest. “It was the news she was hoping for.”

      “What about you, Mia?”

      “What about me?” she asked.

      “Do you want children?”

      An uncomfortable silence followed his query. It was the first time any man had asked whether she wanted children.

      Jayden had asked her to marry him even though they’d never talked about whether either of them wanted children.

      “I suppose I’d like a couple.”

      “You suppose?”

      “If I met someone and loved him enough to marry him, then of course I’d want to have his children.”

      “Why do you make marriage sound like it’s a gift wrapped up in a neat little bow?”

      “Why are you so cynical, Kenyon? Please don’t tell me you don’t believe in marriage?”

      His lids lowered, the gesture hiding his innermost feelings. “I believe in marriage. In fact I tried it once.”

      “What happened?”

      “We weren’t as compatible as we thought we were.”

      “Was she a local girl?”

      Kenyon shook his head. Closing the distance between them, Mia patted his shoulder. “That’s where you went wrong. Next time you should look for someone who is geographically compatible.”

      “I’ll try and remember that the next time I date a woman,” Kenyon said over his shoulder when Mia walked past him, the subtle scent of her perfume trailing in her wake.

      He nodded, thinking about her response. Maybe Mia was right. If his ex-wife had been a local woman, beyond a doubt they would’ve remained married. But he was never one to dwell on the past and what wouldn’t or couldn’t be. He’d dated a number of women since his divorce, yet none were able to touch that part of him that made him want to commit. When he thought about them he was forced to admit that none were like Dr. Mia Eaton—sexy and totally unforgettable.