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He saw her. “Hey.”
“Hi, there.”
“You want to join us?”
A ripple of uncertainty went through her. She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
He opened one arm wide and said, “Aw, come on. You never know. It might be fun.”
She wanted to. What would it hurt if she did? Ignoring her fear, she stepped into his arm and he lightly wrapped it around her waist. One of her hands went to his forearm and the other rested on Lily’s back. Could she ever have a moment like this in her life? Her child. Her family.
Just a crazy dream. Don’t get caught in the trap of thinking it would be a marriage for real.
They shifted in a small circle.
Being this close to Grant was heady. His deep hum filled the room as he smoothly moved round the floor. He smelled slightly of Betadine, which was so much a part of his profession. She didn’t find it offensive. It just reminded her that his business was to save lives.
She looked up to find Grant’s rich coffee gaze on her. There was a question there. A desire. Her heart thumped hard but she managed a smile. His head lowered. Her breath caught. He stopped as if awaiting her permission. Her lips parted. Grant’s mouth moved closer. Time slowed. Lily cooed between them, her head resting on his shoulder. Sara silently begged for his touch. He no longer shifted his feet. Finally his lips found hers.
His mouth was firm. Warm. She rose on her toes. His lips slanted over hers, finding a more perfect fit. He pulled her tighter against him. Then pressed his mouth more determinedly against hers. She’d been kissed before, but not so that she shivered and burned at the same time.
An author is often asked, ‘Where do you get your ideas?’ For this book the idea came while I was watching a TV show. I was paying particularly close attention to the dynamics between a father and a son. I asked myself, What if …? Up popped a seed of an idea that became Grant and Sara’s story.
Sometimes life gives you a surprise—even a much unappreciated one. You just have to deal with it. That is exactly what happens to Grant and Sara in this book. Little do they know that each of them is the answer to the other’s problem. It requires a journey of discovery for them to find where they belong.
I hope you enjoy Grant and Sara’s happily-ever-after as much as I do. I’d love to hear from you. You can find me at susancarlisle.com.
Susan
Married for the Boss’s Baby
Susan Carlisle
SUSAN CARLISLE’S love affair with books began in the sixth grade, when she made a bad grade in mathematics. Not allowed to watch TV until she’d brought the grade up, Susan filled her time with books. She turned her love of reading into a passion for writing, and now has over ten medical romances published through Mills … Boon. She writes about hot, sexy docs and the strong women who captivate them. Visit susancarlisle.com.
To Anna,
I’m glad to call you daughter-in-law.
‘Gripping, stirring, and emotionally touching … A perfect medical read!’
—Goodreads on His Best Friend’s Baby
‘This emotional love story kept me riveted. A truly satisfying, emotional read. Susan Carlisle’s work is like that. Check it out, you won’t be disappointed.’
—Goodreads on NYC Angels: The Wallflower’s Secret
Contents
DR. GRANT SMYTHE glanced at the bassinet. His father and stepmother had been in the grave only a day and the nanny had quit. Just walked out. What else could go wrong?
No doubt his father was rolling over in his grave at the idea that Grant had been awarded custody of his baby half-sister. He was pretty sure his father had had no intention of ever telling the child she had siblings.
Grant paced the oak planks in the foyer of what had been his father’s home.
Where is the new nanny? When is that woman going to show up?
He checked the time on his phone. She should be here by now. They were waiting on him in the OR. The liver he was to transplant wouldn’t be viable much longer.
The baby whimpered. Grant shoved his hair off his forehead. This was just one more of his father’s ways of making him feel inadequate. One final sick joke.
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