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The M.D.'s Unexpected Family
Cindy Kirk
A Second Chance at Love… When stylist Cassidy Kaye kicks off the bidding at a charity bachelor auction, she doesn’t expect to win the most delicious man in the room. Or for her date with single dad Timothy Duggan to lead to one unforgettable night… and a pregnancy!Now, widowed Timothy is determined to do the right thing and marry Cassidy. His twin daughters adore her – and Timothy knows making them a family is the ideal solution. But Cassidy will only marry for love – so first, Timothy must prove he can provide much more than a diamond ring…
“What’s this?”
Cassidy lifted their joined hands.
Tim pretended to study their fingers, his straight-cut nails and her purple-tipped ones. “It’s me touching you, something I wanted to do all evening.”
She didn’t smile or shoot back some pithy remark guaranteed to make him grin. Instead, she pulled her hand from his.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” she said softly, her expression serious.
“Do what? Be nice?”
“Pretend to be interested in me.” Cassidy stopped at the edge of the driveway and faced him. “While I appreciate it, we both know you’re only hanging with me now because of the bun.”
Tim cocked his head. Sometimes it was as if she spoke a foreign language.
“In the oven.” Cassidy patted her flat belly.
He almost grinned but pulled the smile back at the last second.
Her blue eyes were so serious and there was an uncharacteristic frown between her brows. He also saw fatigue and weariness in the way her shoulders, normally so straight, drooped.
He raised his hand and cupped her cheek. “I’m with you because I like you.”
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Rx for Love: Just following doctor’s orders…
The M.D.’s
Unexpected
Family
Cindy Kirk
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
From the time she was a little girl, CINDY KIRK thought everyone made up different endings to books, movies and television shows. Instead of counting sheep at night, she made up stories. She’s now had over forty novels published. She enjoys writing emotionally satisfying stories with a little faith and humor tossed in. She encourages readers to connect with her on Facebook and Twitter, @cindykirkauthor (http://www.twitter.com/cindykirkauthor), and via her website, www.cindykirk.com (http://www.cindykirk.com).
To Sia Huff for suggesting I name the black-and-white kitten Domino. It fit him perfectly!!
Thanks, Sia!!
Contents
Cover (#u943e189d-04e6-5813-afbe-ac74ac1bf99d)
Introduction (#uf4b439c7-7579-526c-9764-7b7f6a90c7f0)
Title Page (#u0cf9522f-099e-536f-b75c-2b7d8ce3e3f4)
About the Author (#u72365244-f885-570e-b493-0aad86360904)
Dedication (#u02333b85-24df-587e-9db4-5730df1c5ed5)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#uac39c8bc-039b-5b1a-ae3a-7cc0b34f8642)
Cassidy Kaye knew the instant Tim Duggan walked into the Green Room. Though she was busy doing hair for those participating in the Jackson Hole Bachelor/Bachelorette Auction, her spidey senses never failed to alert her whenever the handsome doctor was nearby.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pause in the doorway, a tall man with a thatch of hair the color of mahogany. His hair was cut stylishly short above a face with a strong jaw and straight nose. His hazel eyes looked green at the moment, but she knew they could turn a mesmerizing golden brown in a heartbeat. He was boyishly handsome, down to the sprig of freckles across the bridge of his nose.
His gaze scanned the room, his expression solemn.
When she’d first heard Tim would be filling in for his friend Liam Gallagher, she’d been stunned and disbelieving. Unlike the other bachelors up for bid this evening, Tim was a family man, a widower with twin seven-year-old daughters. He certainly wasn’t a party animal. Other than escorting librarian Jayne Connors to a few social events now and then, he didn’t even date.
When his gaze settled on her, something that looked almost like relief lifted his lips and she felt warm all over.
“Back in five,” she told Zippy Rogers, a young woman whose thick dark hair practically begged to be placed into a sexy twist.
Cassidy wove her way through the small area just off the main ballroom of Spring Gulch Country Club, loving the energy in the air. With each step closer to Tim a different kind of excitement filled her. Embracing the sensation, she sidled up to him.
“Hi.” Cassidy cursed the odd breathlessness that attacked her whenever he was near. To compensate she offered him a cheeky grin. “Word on the street is you’re up for bid on the meat market tonight.”
He winced.
She could almost see his mind spinning like a hamster wheel as he attempted to come up with the proper response to her not-so-proper comment.
“Liam had an allergic reaction.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “Right now his face is puffed up like the Incredible Hulk.”
Liam, an all-around nice guy, was a child psychologist who’d recently returned to Jackson Hole to set up practice. Cassidy felt a stirring of sympathy. “Poor guy.”
“He hated to back out at the last minute.”
“If he resembles the Hulk, it was a wise move,” Cassidy said matter-of-factly. “For these events, handsome, not hulk, is what brings in the money.”
Tim’s gaze lingered for a moment on the pretty blondes, sensual brunettes and one dazzling redhead getting their hair and makeup done. It slid to the group of young men standing together talking.
Other than Liam-the-absent, the guys on the chopping block tonight weren’t his buds. These men were businessmen and ski industry people, at least five or six years younger than Tim. His social circle—and hers—was composed primarily of medical professionals and young entrepreneurs with a few attorneys and social workers tossed into the mix.
Cassidy fell into the entrepreneur bucket. She owned a successful hair salon—Clippity Do Dah—in downtown Jackson. In the past year she’d expanded into doing hair, nails and makeup for events, such as weddings and other special occasions.
“I’m not sure exactly what I’m supposed to do.” Tim shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Liam just told me to show up.”
“Lexi Delacourt is coordinating tonight’s fund-raiser. You know Lexi.”
“Of course.” The lines of strain on Tim’s face eased.
Lexi was a mutual friend. She was also as classy and elegant as they came. The pretty social worker brought that class and elegance to anything she touched, which meant the auction wouldn’t be sleazy. Or at least as non-sleazy as bidding on another human being could be.
“I’ll take you to her.” Cassidy looped her arm through his, congratulating herself on so quickly finding a reason to touch him.
As always, being this close sent blood coursing through her veins like warm honey. Though Cassidy normally preferred bright colors and flash, Tim’s brown trousers and cream-colored shirt suited her just fine. In fact, on him she found the subdued colors incredibly sexy.
Cassidy glanced down, wondering if he liked her bright orange skirt that resembled a tutu—complete with tulle—topped by a clingy lime tee. The outfit was one of her faves.
“This way.” Cassidy tugged on his arm.
His feet remained firmly planted. “You’re busy. I don’t want to interrupt.”
Cassidy looked at him blankly.
Tim gestured toward Zippy, who was busily applying another layer of color to her mouth.
Cassidy approved of the young woman’s efforts. After all, could lips ever be too red?
“No worries.” She tugged again, more firmly this time, and he moved with her, the faint intoxicating scent of his cologne teasing her nostrils. “Zippy is the last woman up, so I have plenty of time.”
He nodded. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
She smiled to herself. What would he say if she told him everything about him disturbed her, but in only the very best of ways? Cassidy barely resisted the urge to ask. Instead, she steered the conversation in another direction. “How are Esi and Elle?”
Tim cocked his head and stared as if she’d spoken a language he hadn’t yet mastered.
“Oh, you mean Esther and Ellyn.” Warmth filled his eyes the way it always did whenever he spoke of his daughters. “They’re well. Spending the evening with Grandma and Grandpa.”
“I bet your mother had a coronary when she heard you were filling in for Liam tonight.”
Cassidy didn’t have to be a fly on the wall to know how that discussion had gone down. Suzanne Duggan, retired schoolteacher, helicopter grandmother and all-around pain in the butt would never approve of her doctor son participating in anything as gauche as a bachelor auction, even if it was for a good cause.
“She didn’t say much.”
Tim may have kept his tone offhand but Cassidy wasn’t fooled. Mama bear had definitely given him a few hard swipes of her tongue.
“What did Jayne think?” This time it was her tone that was carefully neutral. To complete the trifecta, she paired the voice with an interested expression and a slightly raised brow.
“Jayne?”
“Jayne Connors,” Cassidy prompted.
“I didn’t think to mention it.”
Relief surged, as sweet as a bottle of cold beer on a hot summer day. Obviously Tim and Jayne were still casual, though Cass had to wonder for how much longer. It was hard to miss the desire in the librarian’s eye whenever her gaze landed on him. Not-so-plain Jayne clearly had Dr. Duggan in her crosshairs.
“...for such a good cause.”
Cassidy realized that while her mind was tripping down the plain-Jayne path, Tim had been speaking. Thankfully, thinking on her feet was a specialty of hers. After all, as a hairdresser, she spent a lot of time on her feet.
“Raising money for the new Women and Children’s Center is something I fully support,” he continued. Compassion filled those hazel eyes. His caring nature was one more check in his positive column. “For such an affluent community we have so many women and children who struggle...”
For a second, her throat constricted and breathing came hard. Instead of remaining stuffed away in a rarely opened file cabinet in her head, the comment brought her own childhood front-and-square.
