His Baby Bombshell. Jessica Matthews
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probably aren’t there any more.”
She wasn’t telling a lie. Mercy always had new ER docs coming and going, although it boasted a core group who’d remained the same over the years. If hospital administration had been asked to supply a physician, most likely the ED director would assign one of the newbies. Those with seniority wouldn’t be sent to another facility without good reason or unless they’d volunteered. She couldn’t imagine Adrian offering to leave his house and his job when his gesture meant he’d be an hour and a half away from his family.
Family. She was both envious that he had a family to call his own and bitter that he’d refused to share it with her. But both of those emotions were counter-productive, so she stuffed them back into the mental box where she stored “subjects not to think about”.
Kate tapped a forefinger on her chin in obvious thought. “All I remember is that it started with an ‘M’.”
Sabrina ran through the few names she recalled, eliminating one in particular. “Monighan, Miller, Magee…”
“Close, but not quite. Mac something, I think.”
Her chest tightened as only one person fit Kate’s criteria. “McReynolds?”
Kate snapped her fingers. “That’s right. Dr McReynolds.”
Sabrina’s entire world suddenly changed from living color to shades of gray. Blood rushed through her ears, drowning out all sound, and her heart seemed to thump through her chest.
Adrian was coming. No, he was already here.
Heaven help her!
She’d wanted to put off meeting him in this lifetime until she was mentally and emotionally prepared to face him again—preferably in about fifteen or twenty years. Clearly, she’d have minutes or at most twenty-four hours, which wasn’t nearly long enough for her to develop any sort of game plan.
She’d dated Adrian for about six months and by the end of that time their relationship had subtly shifted to the point where they’d discussed theoretical topics such as how many children they’d like to have, the sort of house they’d want to live in, which area of Denver had the best elementary schools. They’d been on the verge of a commitment, she believed, when everything changed in an instant.
While riding his motorcycle, Adrian’s twenty-four-year-old brother Clay had been sideswiped by a minivan on Interstate 70. He’d come into the ER more broken than whole, with his prognosis of being a paraplegic if his broken vertebrae had damaged his spinal column. Only time would tell.
Determined to help the man she loved to bear the burden of caring for Clay, she’d been crushed when Adrian had broken off their relationship because “he had to focus completely on his brother”. Although she’d tried to convince him that she wasn’t asking him to put her ahead of his brother’s needs, each passing day and failed attempt to see him had caused her hopes and dreams to slowly die. Finally, she’d surrendered to the inevitable and gave up trying to talk to him. Determined to avoid reminders of the man she’d grown to love and the places where they’d spent happy hours, she’d resigned her position at Mercy Memorial and headed for the growing northeastern suburb of Pinehaven, where she’d moved on with her life, just as Adrian had wanted.
Now he had the audacity to appear and upset her hardwon composure. Yet she couldn’t deny the hope that suddenly blossomed in her chest. Could he have volunteered because she was here and he wanted to see her? After all, as an ED physician with seniority, he normally wouldn’t have been chosen for an assignment like this.
But as the possibility raised her spirits, she warned herself to be cautious. Better for her to keep her imagination under control and not jump to conclusions. Extremely high hopes had a tendency to fall hard and land more painfully.
When she really thought about his arrival logically, it didn’t make sense for Adrian to tie himself to a job for three months just to see her again when he could have found her quite easily by other means. She may not have specifically given him her new address, but she hadn’t moved to Pinehaven in secret—any number of her ex-coworkers knew her destination. If he’d wanted to talk to her, he would have telephoned, emailed, or appeared on her front porch before now, especially if one considered how Pinehaven Health Center wasn’t far from Mercy—a mere ninety minutes’ drive if traffic was heavy, less if it wasn’t. No, if Adrian had truly and temporarily relocated here, he’d only come under duress.
The realization hardened her heart.
“Do you know him?” Kate asked, curiosity coloring her face.
Did she know Adrian McReynolds? What a question!
She knew details. He liked his coffee black, his food spicy, his work and living spaces clean and neat. He wore boxer shorts to bed, had silky smooth hair on his chest, developed five o’clock shadow twice a day, had the faintest scar near his left temple’s hairline and a birthmark on his right hip, and was a fantastic lover. He was charming, had a wonderful sense of humor, was devoted to his younger siblings, and locked away his deepest feelings behind a wall of stoicism that only a few could breach.
On the job, he was a perfectionist and demanded the best for his patients. He was completely immovable once he’d made a decision. At one time, she’d admired the trait because it showed tenacity, persistence and strength of character. Now she only saw it as a flaw of closed-mindedness.
Did she know Adrian McReynolds? Apparently not as well as she should have or as well as she’d once thought.
She hesitated before answering. Until she considered the ramifications of what his presence would do to her life, she refused to admit anything but the barest of details. She didn’t want people to know they’d once been quite close or that he’d ended the relationship because he didn’t want to make room in his life for her, so she stretched the truth almost to the breaking point.
“I’ve run into him a few times,” she said instead.
“Then I’m sure he’ll appreciate seeing a familiar face now that he’s here for the next few months. And speaking of faces, the stranger over there with Dr Mosby’s team must be our fellow.”
Sabrina lowered her club to study the group approaching the thirteenth green about fifty yards to her right. Instinctively, her gaze homed on the tall individual she hadn’t seen in thirteen months, one week and two days.
Even from this distance, she recognized his confident bearing, his long-legged walk, and his lucky black-and-purple Colorado Rockies baseball cap.
It was Adrian. The man she’d never expected to see until she’d plotted out every second of their next encounter, until she could think of him as a casual acquaintance rather than a lover, until she could face him with the cool indifference he deserved.
As aloof as she wanted to be, as often as she’d told herself she’d relegated him into her past and moved on with her life, seeing him with hardly any advance warning brought all of those painful emotions to the surface.
Her chest hurt as she realized his presence affected more than her own heart. His untimely arrival complicated everything she’d built for herself during the past year. She’d prided herself on her ability to work with anyone and everyone, but working with Adrian on a daily basis for several weeks was a punishment she didn’t deserve.
If disrupting her professional life wasn’t enough, he’d turn her personal life into a shambles, too. Pinehaven might be a suburb of Denver, but the people in this community were a close-knit group. Secrets were impossible to keep. All he had to do was ask the right question, and well-meaning people would share her meticulously vague story.
The same story to which only he could piece together all the bitter details.
Thank goodness his name had never crossed her lips. No one would associate him with the fellow who’d dumped her, not even Kate, her best friend and the OB nurse who’d coached her through her labor.
Tears of frustration blurred her vision and she rapidly blinked them away, hating