Paternal Instincts. Elizabeth August
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“I was wondering if you’d consider marrying me.”
Her words echoed in her ears. Spoken aloud, they sounded like lunacy, but there was no taking them back. “It wouldn’t be forever. Just until I get Jamie,” she added hurriedly.
The stunned expression on his face caused nausea to bubble in her throat. “You probably aren’t interested. Forget I asked,” she blurted out.
But Eric was surprised by his own attitude. She was wrong. He was interested. “Well, I did promise Jamie I’d do what I could,” he muttered. But it wasn’t Jamie he was thinking of as he rose. What he was thinking of was her in his bed. Don’t you think marrying a woman simply to bed her is a little extreme? his inner voice argued.
“If you need a husband for a while, I can handle that.”
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Paternal Instincts
Elizabeth August
ELIZABETH AUGUST
lives in western North Carolina, with her husband, Doug, and her three boys, Douglas, Benjamin and Matthew. She began writing romances soon after Matthew was born. She’s always wanted to write.
Elizabeth does counted cross-stitching to keep from eating at night. It doesn’t always work. “I love to bowl, but I’m not very good. I keep my team’s handicap high. I like hiking in the Shenandoahs, as long as we start up the mountain so the return trip is down rather than vice versa.” She loves to go to Cape Hatteras to watch the sun rise over the ocean. Elizabeth August has also published under the pseudonym Betsy Page.
Eric Bishop, code name Knight, lay in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling. Moving any part of his body required tremendous effort. He’d stopped drifting in and out of consciousness and was now fully awake. The images of Thistle and Coyote emerged from the foggy recesses of his mind. They were fellow covert agents working for The Unit, an elite squad of the military police, and they thought he was a traitor. He remembered telling them he was taking his orders from The Manager, their code for the head of The Unit, when the shooter had nailed him.
“They told me you’d woken.”
Eric had been concentrating so hard on trying to recall the circumstances that had landed him in this hospital bed, he hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps of the heavyset, elderly, very distinguished gentleman who now stood by his bedside in a well-tailored three-piece suit, leaning on a gold-topped cane. “Tobias.” His gaze shifted to the rest of the room, scanning it quickly to make certain they were alone. Then in lowered tones he asked, “How are Thistle and Coyote?”
“They’re fine,” Tobias Smith replied, his manner fatherly.
In spite of his weakened condition, Eric managed a defiant scowl. “They think I’m a traitor. I’m not.”
Tobias smiled reassuringly.