Dr. Desirable. KRISTI GOLD

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but Nick shored up for an explanation, anyway.

      “You’re here,” she said, shattering his expectations.

      “Yep, I’m here.” He tugged a napkin from the stack set out on the end of the dining room table and handed it to her.

      She hesitantly took it and dabbed at her eyes. “You probably think I’ve totally lost it.”

      No, but she was obviously distressed, and he wanted to know why. “Care to talk about it?”

      She flipped the napkin clutched in her hand. “It’s nothing, really. Just the usual hormones. I’m feeling a little testy at the moment.”

      He pointed to the towel slung low on her hips. “Do you have a weapon tucked away in there?”

      At least that earned him a smile from her. “No, just this.” She held up the plastic fork she’d been retrieving from the floor when he’d walked into the room.

      He grinned. “I guess I should be grateful.”

      She set the fork aside and asked, “Did you hear the news?”

      “Nope. Just got here. What news?”

      “Brooke’s pregnant.” She didn’t sound happy.

      Nick curled his hand on the back of the chair and leaned into it. “Well I’ll be damned.” He didn’t dare tell her that Jared had informed him yesterday about the baby. Obviously, Michelle hadn’t been afforded that courtesy.

      He understood all too well how unexpected news could shake a person up. Case in point, Bridget’s classic divorce-paper delivery at his office, the first he’d known about it. A lie. He’d known it was inevitable. He just hadn’t wanted to deal with the possibility.

      Yeah, he could relate to Michelle’s anguish.

      Michelle sniffed again. “Pretty incredible, huh?”

      “Yeah. Pretty incredible. Do you want to sit down?”

      He pulled back the chair from the table. Without a word she collapsed in it like a punctured balloon.

      Taking the chair beside her, he scraped his mind trying to come up with something appropriate, something halfway consoling to say. He couldn’t think of one damn thing.

      Nick allowed her some silence and wondered if he should leave. Maybe she wanted to be alone. Maybe she needed to be held. He could do that, although with her wearing a bikini and a fresh set of tears, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. The tears affected him more than her lack of clothing at the moment. He hated to see a woman cry, and he figured a strong woman like Michelle Lewis didn’t take emotional outbursts lightly. Neither did he. But he wasn’t too good with comfort, at least not the kind she needed. Medicine had taught him that. Bridget had reminded him of that more times than he could shake a stick at.

      The patio door slid open, and Jeanie Lewis, Brooke and Michelle’s mother, stepped in with Nick’s four-year-old daughter, Kelsey, braced on one hip. During those times Nick and Kelsey had joined the Grangers and Lewises for dinner the past few months, Kelsey had adopted Jeanie as a surrogate grandmother. Unfortunately for Nick, Michelle had never made it to those get-togethers, probably in avoidance of facing him after the wedding fiasco.

      “Here he is, Kelsey,” Jeanie said, then sent him a mother’s smile. “She’s been looking all over for you. Jared said you might be in here.”

      His daughter’s eyes, much like his own, lit up with pure kid joy. “Look, Daddy. I’m gonna swim with Auntie Jeanie.” She held out her arms, both wrapped in lemon-yellow floaties.

      “You bet, punkin.”

      Nick stood, and Michelle turned in her chair to face her mother and Kelsey. Her smile was sincere. “That’s a good-looking swimsuit, sweetie.”

      Kelsey looked down and rubbed a hand over the pink-and-green ruffled top. “Daddy got it.”

      “Really?” Michelle rose and turned her pretty face to Nick. “Daddy has really good taste.”

      Nick couldn’t deny that. He more than appreciated Michelle’s shiny blue number. He would appreciate it more if he could see the whole thing, but the bottom half was covered by the blasted towel. That would be easy to remedy with one flick of a finger at the loose knot.

      He tried to dislodge thoughts of Michelle’s bikini from his mind since his child was present. Not to mention Michelle’s mother, who, he’d just bet, wouldn’t take too kindly to him ogling her daughter.

      Nick took Kelsey’s hand into his, still fascinated by her perfect fingers, as he had been since the day she was born. “This is Michelle, kiddo.”

      Taking Kelsey’s free hand, Michelle gave it a gentle shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Kelsey. Are you having fun?”

      Kelsey nodded with a definitive jerk of her head, sending her chestnut curls into a dance. Then she leaned over and cupped Michelle’s cheek, taking Nick by surprise. Normally she was guarded with strangers, yet she seemed totally captivated by Michelle. He could relate to that.

      “You’re pretty,” Kelsey said, surveying Michelle’s face with open worship. The force of Michelle’s responding, dimpled smile sent Nick’s whole body reeling. The way she placed her hand over Kelsey’s made him value this soft side of Michelle Lewis that much more.

      “Not as pretty as you, sweetie,” Michelle said. “You look like your daddy.”

      “Yeah. Like daddy.”

      Jeanie Lewis placed a kiss on Kelsey’s face, leaving a pink lip imprint on her cheek. “This one’s a doll, Nick.” She looked over Kelsey’s head right at Michelle. “Shelly, are you all right?”

      Michelle averted her eyes. “I’m fine, Mom.”

      “I think she’s had too much sun,” Nick said. “I’m making her sit awhile before she goes back out.”

      “Good idea. She’s probably exhausted. She works much too hard.” Jeanie continued to study Michelle as if trying to read her thoughts. “Isn’t that some news about Brooke, Shelly? I didn’t know what to say, especially with Brooke’s asthma. But I guess it will all work out.” She didn’t sound too confident.

      Kelsey squirmed in Jeanie’s arms. “I wanna go now.”

      Nick bussed his daughter under the chin, for once glad the four-year-old had a limited attention span. “Anyone ever tell you patience is a virtue, kiddo?”

      Jeanie slid Kelsey to her feet and took her hand. “I’ll watch her, Nick. I need to get in some practice with a grandchild on the way.” She patted her bobbed, silver hair and sent him a sunny smile that seemed strained. “You and Michelle have a nice visit.”

      “Thanks, Mrs. Lewis. I’ll be out in a minute.” He crouched down and framed Kelsey’s sweet face in his palms. “You be a good girl.” After popping a kiss on her chubby cheek, he straightened.

      Kelsey sent Michelle a demure wave. “’Bye, Shelly.”

      Michelle’s smile returned. “’Bye, Kelsey.”

      After Jeanie led his fidgeting daughter out the door, Nick faced Michelle again. She wrapped her arms low around her tanned midriff, but not before he caught a partial glimpse of her navel. Man, he’d give up his vacation to see the rest of it and all points below. Silently scolding himself for his wicked thoughts, he dragged his eyes back to her face.

      “Your daughter’s beautiful, Dr. Kempner.”

      So are you, he wanted to say. Instead he settled for, “I can only take half the credit. She is a great kid, though.”

      Michelle dropped her gaze to the floor. “Thanks for the explanation you handed my mother. I didn’t want to upset her.”

      “No problem.” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “She seems


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