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Nine-Month Surprise
Jacqueline Diamond
This Teacher Is Learning Her Lessons!Ais for AdventureWhen schoolteacher Leah Morris tries to conquer the big city, she's thinking of her career. Except instead of a job, what she lands is one unforgettable encounter with a mystery man….Bis for BustedBack home a few weeks later, she discovers her enigmatic lover is none other than the town's new obstetrician, and now the gossips are busy adding two and two…Cis for CommitmentTroubled relationships have given both the teacher and the doctor a hundred reasons to stick to their no-strings-attached rule….Dis for DenialBut no tall tale can explain away their love or the precious new life they can't undo…
“I meant what I said about getting married.”
For a moment Leah resisted Will’s attempt to pull her toward him. But because she loved the tenderness with which he gathered her to his chest, she yielded.
She enjoyed the slight roughness of his throat and the way his cheek pressed against her hair. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that he’d be visiting their child.
Impulsively, she stole a kiss. As his mouth moved against hers, a kind of enchantment flowed through Leah.
It took all her reserve to pull away. “Bad idea,” she said hoarsely.
“Not all that bad,” Will murmured.
Her mystery man from Texas was in her house. He’d kissed her again. He’d asked her to marry him.
She wondered how on earth they were going to work this out. One thing she knew for sure—if she didn’t land a new job in Seattle, she’d have to find one somewhere else.
Because she no longer trusted herself….
Dear Reader,
Nine-Month Surprise is the second of three books set in Downhome, Tennessee, a town that needs doctors and offers them a second chance—with dramatic and romantic results.
Many physicians today practice medicine in an environment worlds apart from the one in which my father served as a small-town doctor. He treated patients in rural Kentucky just prior to World War II, served in the army during the war and later became a physician in the small town of Menard, Texas. In later years he completed his residency in psychiatry and practiced in Nashville, Tennessee.
Today, medical treatment has become highly technological, subject to insurance restrictions and complicated by lawsuits. What I’ve created is an idealized situation, one that I believe many doctors would enjoy.
The story of Will and Leah involves a familiar theme—the unplanned baby—but to me it became fresh because these two strong characters made it their own. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
The third book in the series will focus on the relationship between Karen Lowell and Dr. Chris McRay. Although she once loved him, his testimony sent her brother to prison for a crime he didn’t commit.
If you enjoy this book, please e-mail me at jdiamondfriends@aol.com and visit my Web site at www.jacquelinediamond.com.
Happy reading!
Nine-Month Surprise
Jacqueline Diamond
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
In memory of Maurice Hyman, M.D.
Books by Jacqueline Diamond
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
913—THE IMPROPERLY PREGNANT PRINCESS
962—DIAGNOSIS: EXPECTING BOSS’S BABY
971—PRESCRIPTION: MARRY HER IMMEDIATELY
978—PROGNOSIS: A BABY? MAYBE
1046—THE BABY’S BODYGUARD
1075—THE BABY SCHEME
1094—THE POLICE CHIEF’S LADY * (#litres_trial_promo)
Contents
Chapter One (#u42e17ba3-982c-54d2-bc16-63bac76dc952)
Chapter Two (#u529211b8-47d7-599c-b450-a88c45dc317b)
Chapter Three (#u0f93be1f-2143-55e1-93ff-efdeeae4f812)
Chapter Four (#uf4c85ded-5315-5d82-95fb-75e53969d414)
Chapter Five (#u94d94342-5f9c-5dce-8587-a740a1f83082)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
The moment the man with intense gray eyes walked into the country-western bar, Leah Morris sensed she was going to do something foolish.
Since arriving in Austin, Texas, two days earlier for job interviews, she felt like a different person from the shy teacher who’d spent most of her life in a small Tennessee town. She felt like the sort of woman who wasn’t afraid to talk to a stranger or even offer to buy him a drink.
Not that she planned to do it. The man’s confident air warned that he probably had either more ladies than he could handle or one special lady. Even so, when he scanned the noisy room, the pucker between his eyebrows made her long to soothe away his worries.
Leah twirled a strand of black hair around her finger and smiled. With an almost physical jolt, she noticed the man gazing in her direction.
His expression warmed as he studied her with new interest. His reaction gave Leah butterflies.
She tried to make an objective assessment. The fellow appeared to be in his mid-thirties, a few years older than she was. His dark-blond hair had probably once been thicker, and his intelligent, slightly creased face might have been boyish in his twenties. Now he was a man she wished she knew a whole lot better.
Embarrassed by her reaction, Leah sipped her margarita and pretended an interest in the bluegrass band sawing merrily away across the room. The whisper of a sophisticated male scent alerted her when the man approached.
He stopped close by. “Mind if I join you?” To counter the loud music, he leaned over and spoke in her ear.
Leah’s skin prickled. “Please do.”
She’d applied for teaching positions in Austin and Seattle because she wanted more out of life than Downhome, Tennessee, had to offer. This was her first real adventure, and she intended to enjoy it.
“I’m Will.” The man extended his hand.
“Leah.” When they shook, she felt the restrained strength in his arm. “Do you come here often?”
“To the Wayward Drummer? Not as often as I’d like. Great, isn’t it?” Swinging into the seat, he ordered a scotch and soda. “How about you?”
“I’m new in town. A friend told me about it.” The music rose to a crescendo, cutting off further comments.
Her companion rested his elbows behind him on the bar. No ring on his left hand, she observed, although that didn’t prove anything.
The song ended. After the applause died, the bandleader announced the group was taking a short break. “Good,” Leah said. “I mean, I was enjoying it, but I’d rather talk.”
“So would I,” the man replied. “But first I have a request.”
“Oh?” Intrigued, she waited.
“Let’s not pigeonhole each other.” His gaze penetrated her defenses. “I don’t care where you work or what your astrological sign is. I’d rather find out who you are as a person.”
“Agreed!” Leah was glad to avoid being pegged as a small-town schoolteacher. “Now I have a question.”
“Shoot.” Although the bartender had set down his drink, Will ignored it and kept his eyes on Leah.
“Are you married?” A cheater wouldn’t necessarily tell the truth, but she had to make the effort.
“Used to be. Not anymore.” As if finally noticing the scotch, he picked up the glass and tossed down a quick swallow before adding, “That question says a lot about you.”
“It does?” She hoped she didn’t sound naive.
Will slanted her a teasing glance. “It tells me you’re interested in me, which I like. And it goes straight to the point.”
Leah waited a beat. He didn’t continue, so she said, “How come you’re not asking whether I’m married?”
He laughed, which made him look ten years younger. “Because it never occurred to me. You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who plays around. Are you?”
“Of course not!”
When his hand cupped hers on the bar, Leah could scarcely swallow. She didn’t understand why she was reacting so powerfully, except for the fact that she hadn’t dated anyone seriously in the ten years since college. Or maybe because the guy had more mystery about him than anyone she’d ever met.
“Tell me your fantasy,” he said in a low voice. “What kind of guy you want. The boy next door to settle down with?”
Being asked to put her longing into words was scary. “No. Someone exciting. Different. Someone who sets me free.”
His mouth twisted. “That’s a tall order.”
“Think you can fill it?” She couldn’t believe she’d said that.
The challenge seemed to amuse him. “Until I walked in here and saw your beautiful smile, I’d have had my doubts.” Will gave an easy shrug. “I can be anything you want. It’s your call.”
Leah bit her lip. She hadn’t told him the rest of the fantasy. It involved a lingering seduction by a stranger. But she suspected he’d guessed that.
This flirtation was crazy—dangerous and irresponsible. She knew nothing about Will, not even his last name. On the other hand, he knew nothing about her, either. Like how boring and conventional most people considered her.
“I’ll bet you could,” she mused.
“Could what?”
She peered around to make sure no one else overheard. “Could be anything a woman wanted,” she finished.
When his eyes widened, she imagined for an instant that she saw right inside him. She’d touched him in a way he hadn’t expected, awakening something he hadn’t felt in years.
Leah trusted her instincts. She had a knack for reading people.
“What are we going to do about this?” Will asked.
“You mean tonight?” But of course it had to be tonight. Leah was leaving tomorrow for a job interview in Seattle. While she would return if she got one of the jobs she’d applied for, there was no guarantee of that. And no guarantee that he’d be around if she did.
“Wait.” He held up one hand. “I’m not trying to pressure you. Hey, we’re both enjoying ourselves. Maybe it’s enough that we’re having this conversation. I don’t mean to ruin it.”
He’d noted her hesitation, Leah thought. She wasn’t the only one good at reading people.
Another couple sat down two stools away, making her self-conscious about speaking up, and then the band filtered back from its break. Will appeared content to sit wordlessly as the musicians launched into another set.
She ought to be glad he respected her, Leah supposed. Instead, she struggled with disappointment and, at the same time, an aching awareness of him beside her. She drank in details: the muscles of his wrist beneath a thick silver watchband, a trace of roughness on his jaw that he’d missed while shaving.
