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SH Medical 08 - The Baby Dilemma

SH Medical 08 - The Baby Dilemma
Safe Harbor Medical [8]
Diamond, Jacqueline
Harlequin (2012)
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Thanks to her anonymous sperm donor, a baby is about to be more than a gleam in Dr. Paige Brennan's eye. So why the Safe Harbor obstetrician just agreed to further complicate her life with a roommate, she'll never know. She still can't decide whether private detective Mike Aaron is irresistible…or just plain irritating. Though it is nice to have a man around the house.

Until Paige gets the sneaking suspicion that her baby's "anonymous" father is none other than her new roomie.

Helping out couples with fertility issues is one thing. Raising his own child is something Mike never envisioned. But the mother-to-be is bringing out his protective instincts. And some other feelings he didn't even know he had. Things are suddenly moving a little too fast. Or is Mike right where he belongs—on the fast track to fatherhood?

From the Author

Although each book in the Safe Harbor Medical miniseries stands alone, it's fun to follow the characters. Here's the complete list from the beginning:
The Would-Be Mommy, His Hired Baby, The Holiday Triplets, Officer Daddy, Falling for the Nanny, The Surgeon's Surprise Twins, The Surgeon's Surprise Twins, The Detective's Accidental Baby, The Baby Dilemma, The M.D.'s Secret Daughter.
March 2013:
The Baby Jackpot.
June 2013:
His Baby Dream.

About the Author

Bestselling author Jacqueline Diamond has published more than 90 novels, including romantic comedy, romantic suspense, fantasy, mystery, Regency romance and science fiction.
A two-time finalist for the Rita Award, Jackie received a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times and is a former reporter and TV columnist for The Associated Press. You can learn more about Jackie at her website, jacquelinediamond.com, or by visiting her on Facebook at JacquelineDiamondAuthor. 

Guess Who’s The Daddy?

Thanks to her anonymous sperm donor, a baby is about to be more than a gleam in Dr. Paige Brennan’s eye. So why the Safe Harbor obstetrician just agreed to further complicate her life with a roommate, she’ll never know. She still can’t decide whether private detective Mike Aaron is irresistible…or just plain irritating. Though it
is
nice to have a man around the house.

Until Paige gets the sneaking suspicion that her baby’s “anonymous” father is none other than her new roomie.

Helping out couples with fertility issues is one thing. Raising his own child is something Mike never envisioned. But the mother-to-be is bringing out his protective instincts. And some other feelings he didn’t even know he had. Things are suddenly moving a little too fast. Or is Mike right where he belongs—on the fast track to fatherhood?

“You'll consider it?”

Mike's jaw tightened as if biting down on further arguments.

Paige made some quick calculations. His proposal made a lot of sense. With her baby due in early February, she couldn't expect a roommate to stay past the first of the year, anyway. If he moved out in September, she could decorate the nursery at her leisure, and she wouldn't inconvenience some innocent roommate who expected to stay indefinitely.

That left one problem. A big one. Around him, her pregnancy-heightened senses quivered at the infusion of masculinity into the atmosphere. They'd be sharing a bathroom, lounging in the living room in bathrobes…and the mere prospect of seeing Mike in a swimsuit made her breasts tighten.

How could she put this delicately? “You and I don't exactly have a platonic relationship,” Paige murmured. “Living together is asking for trouble.”

Dear Reader,

Welcome to Safe Harbor, California, where doctors at the medical center help women have the babies they long for. Sometimes, those doctors are having the babies themselves!

When private detective Mike Aaron and obstetrician Paige Brennan first met in
Falling for the Nanny,
he offended her by describing her as an Amazon. Naturally, a romance writer can see that these two strong-minded individuals were destined to fall in love.

But as always, I like to put a twist on things to make them fun for the reader, and for me as a writer. In
The Detective’s Accidental Baby,
which featured Mike’s brother Sherlock, we learned that Mike doesn’t want kids but has become a sperm donor. Paige, however, wants a baby very much.

In
The Baby Dilemma,
their worlds collide. She’s about to get pregnant with his child in a high-tech way. The fact that they also become lovers adds a delicious complication. Will love bridge the gap? I hope you’ll enjoy finding out!

Best,

Jacqueline Diamond

The Baby Dilemma

Jacqueline Diamond

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

After overcoming fertility problems to have two wonderful sons, Jacqueline Diamond has maintained a lifelong interest in doctors, babies and the miracle of birth. As for love, she’s shared that for more than 30 years with her husband, Kurt. A former reporter and editor at two newspapers and the Associated Press, Jackie has written some 90 romances and mysteries, as well as
How to Write a Novel in One (Not-so-easy) Lesson.
Jackie, who received a Career Achievement Award from
RT Book Reviews,
lives in Orange County, California, and posts free writing tips plus information about her books at www.jacquelinediamond.com. You can email her at [email protected]

Books by Jacqueline Diamond

HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

1046—THE BABY’S BODYGUARD
1075—THE BABY SCHEME
1094—THE POLICE CHIEF’S LADY
1101—NINE-MONTH SURPRISE ‡
1109—A FAMILY AT LAST ‡
1118—DAD BY DEFAULT ‡
1130—THE DOCTOR + FOUR ‡
1149—THE DOCTOR’S LITTLE SECRET
1163—DADDY PROTECTOR
1177—TWIN SURPRISE
1209—THE FAMILY NEXT DOOR *
1223—BABY IN WAITING *
1242—MILLION-DOLLAR NANNY *
1273—DOCTOR DADDY
1295—THE WOULD-BE MOMMY **
1320—HIS HIRED BABY **
1335—THE HOLIDAY TRIPLETS **
1344—OFFICER DADDY **
1358—FALLING FOR THE NANNY **
1375—THE SURGEON'S SURPRISE TWINS **
1392—THE DETECTIVE'S ACCIDENTAL BABY **

‡Downhome Doctors
*Harmony Circle
**Safe Harbor Medical

For my writing students

Chapter One

“I’m beginning to think there should be a special place in the wedding ceremony for the bride’s obstetrician,” Dr. Paige Brennan said as she washed up following surgery.

“I’m glad you’ll be there Saturday, even though I’m nowhere near my due date.” Erica Benford, the nurse who had assisted during the operation, beamed at her. Ever since announcing her engagement, she’d been glowing brightly enough to illuminate the entire Safe Harbor Medical Center complex.

The June bride was a mere four months along. Paige hoped her pregnancy turned out as well as that of Dr. Nora Franco, who had marched down the aisle exactly a year earlier at the same stage of pregnancy, also with Paige in attendance. Five months later, Paige had delivered Nora’s darling little boy.

Weddings might be beautiful, but in Paige’s opinion, babies were in a class by themselves. She hoped her friends didn’t guess how fiercely she wished she were the one carrying a child-to-be.

As for the man waiting at the altar, Paige considered him optional. With the modern technology available through Safe Harbor’s fertility program, a woman could choose the father of her baby anonymously, confident that he’d been screened for his medical and psychological health. She had a choice of his physical characteristics, interests and accomplishments, too.

With any luck…
She stopped her hand from drifting to her abdomen.

This was the hopeful part of the month. Her first insemination hadn’t produced results, but you couldn’t expect to get pregnant in one try. And her period was two days late.
Maybe this time…

“I can’t wait to see Lock in a tuxedo,” Erica chattered on. Her fiancé, a private detective appropriately named Sherlock, was devoted to her and to their developing baby, eagerly attending every appointment and peppering Paige with questions.

“I’m sure he’ll look smashing, but everyone’s eyes will be on the bride,” Paige reminded her. “You are taking a few days off to get ready, aren’t you?”

“How can I? We’ve got a packed surgical schedule.”

“It’s only Tuesday. I’m sure the hospital could arrange a substitute on Thursday and Friday.”

“And let everyone down? As it is, I’ll be gone for a week.” Erica was nothing if not dedicated. “I feel guilty staying away that long.”

“Take my advice. Enjoy your honeymoon and don’t give a second thought to work,” Paige advised. “Speaking as your doctor, I don’t want you to push yourself too hard. Turn off your cell phone, ignore your email and tell Lock to do the same.”

“He might have cases pending,” Erica countered.

“Let his brother handle it.” Paige waved a hand dismissively, scattering droplets of water. “Oh, sorry.”

“Lock and Mike are partners in the agency,” Erica noted. “They both have obligations. And our financial future is partly tied up in its success.”

“It’s your honeymoon. Don’t let anyone or anything intrude. Where are you going, anyway?” Quickly Paige added, “Or it might be a good idea to keep that a secret.”

“The Grand Canyon,” Erica said blithely. “Then we’re going to spend a few days in Las Vegas.”

“Sounds like fun. Just be sure to rest when you feel tired.”

“Yes, Doctor!” The nurse grinned.

“Glad you agree.” Paige dried off and went out, buoyed by Erica’s high spirits.

In the hallway, she passed a suite set aside for the fertility project. The hospital in this small Southern California beach community had been revamped a few years ago to specialize in treating women and babies, and the fertility program was its centerpiece. When plans to acquire a separate building for those services fell through, the specialized labs and other facilities had been installed throughout the existing hospital, including the sperm collection rooms here on the second floor.

This place had special meaning for Paige. A meaning that was very private and filled with promise.

She rounded a corner and halted abruptly, her good mood fading. What was
he
doing here?

As detective Mike Aaron fiddled with something on the staff bulletin board located by the nurses’ station, he didn’t appear to notice Paige. Although tempted to change course and slip off without speaking, she refused to be intimidated, even by a six-foot-four guy who was presumably packing a gun beneath his sports jacket. At six feet herself, Paige could hold her own.

Mike glanced over. Surprise flickered in his steely eyes. “Ah. We meet again.”

“That bulletin board is for staff. You shouldn’t be reading it.” To her embarrassment, Paige realized he might be posting some announcement about the bridal couple, at whose wedding he would serve as best man. “Unless this relates to staff.”

“Just passing by.” In that cocky grin, she saw a hint of smart-aleck adolescence, although he had to be in his mid-thirties. He ought to adopt a grown-up attitude to match that hard, muscular body of his.

Not that she knew him very well, aside from the fact that he was Lock Vaughn’s foster brother, but in a small town like Safe Harbor, it was hard to avoid running into people. The first time they’d met, a year ago at Nora’s wedding, he’d rudely referred to Paige as an Amazon. Then at the beach, he’d ambled away from a party to comment on how a redhead like her needed to wear more sunscreen. Last month at the supermarket, he’d appeared out of nowhere, scanned her cart and informed her that a doctor ought to have the sense to buy more vegetables and less pasta.

Her bossy oldest sister, Juno, would have ordered Paige to give thanks for having a man interested in her. Their middle sister, Maeve, would probably claim the universe was throwing him in Paige’s path. Thank goodness they were both in Texas and, for the past six months, had left Paige alone. Which was exactly what she wished Mike Aaron would do.

“I don’t know what’s running through your mind but it looks interesting,” he said.

“Nothing that concerns you.” Not exactly a lie. Her thoughts were none of his business, even if he did figure into them.

“Are you sure about that?” Mike made no attempt to hide the way his gaze swept her tan blouse beneath the white coat, down the length of her slacks to the brown sling-backs decorated with a row of tiny shells. “Unusual shoes. Quite a beach girl, aren’t you?”

“Just because I ran into you there once…”

“Wearing a memorable bikini,” Mike murmured.

And
he’d
been wearing a memorable pair of tight trunks.
No place to hide a gun under those,
she thought, and felt her cheeks burn at the thought.

“Redheads shouldn’t blush,” Mike remarked. “It shows all over.” He was focusing on the thin line of chest visible beneath her V-neck.

“I suppose blonds like you never blush.” The moment the words were out, she heard how lame they sounded.

“I consider my hair light brown.”

“Whatever.” It was sandy, in her opinion, but she refrained from any further comments about his appearance. The man already thought the world revolved around him.

Then she spotted the slip of paper in his hand. It had obviously been torn from the ad for a housemate that she’d posted on the board, and it held her phone number.

Following the direction of her gaze, Mike hoisted the slip like a trophy. “What a pleasant discovery that you live half a block from the beach. I love the sea breeze and the sound of the ocean.”

“So?” She folded her arms.

“For some inexplicable reason, my current roommate is kicking me out of the house. Something about him and his bride wanting privacy.”

Oh, rats.
“I’m looking for a female roommate,” Paige improvised.

“It doesn’t say that.”

“It’s implied.” Actually, it hadn’t been, until now.

“What happened to your old roommate?” he asked, ignoring her comment.

“She couldn’t take the noise. The place next door is a summer rental and the people throw a lot of parties.” She decided against mentioning the halfway house for convicted drug abusers that had recently opened down the block, over the objections of those residents who occupied their own properties. That would only give Mike an opening to point out that it might be handy to have a man with a gun on the premises.

Not
this
man, with or without a gun.

“I don’t mind noise,” he replied. “I can afford the rent. And I’ll bet I could charm the socks off your landlord.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Landlords love renting to security experts.”

“I’m the landlord,” Paige said. “I own the place.”

Mike barely blinked before barreling onward. “Tell me about the bedrooms. Better yet, how about a tour?”

The guy’s nerve knew no bounds. “Get your own apartment,” she snapped. “Preferably a two-bedroom so there’ll be room for both of you.”

“I know I’ll regret asking this but—both of who?”

“You and your ego.” She hated letting this man get to her, but the crack about touring the bedrooms was too much.

Instead of answering, he toyed with the slip of paper. She mulled the possibility of snatching it from his hand and decided the effort would be undignified.

Besides, even though he had her phone number, Mike wouldn’t dare harass her. If he did, Paige would file a restraining order. Assuming the guy had a concealed-weapon license, he’d be in big trouble.

“You really do think the most interesting things,” he observed. “I tried to count the expressions that fleeted across your face but I ran out of fingers.”

“While I’d love to stand here discussing my facial contortions, I have patients to see.” Actually, she had half an hour to spare and the medical office building was right next door, but it seemed a good excuse to end this conversation.

“See you Saturday,” Mike said cheerfully. “Save me a dance.”

That surprised her. He hadn’t danced with anyone at Nora’s wedding, which she’d noticed because she was curious about how such a big guy moved. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t know how to dance?”

“Of course I do!” She rarely got a chance, though. Too few guys felt comfortable dancing with a woman her height.

“Wear something pretty. People tend to stare when a couple of giants like us take the floor.”

“Oh, rats. I was planning to wear scrubs to the wedding,” she shot back.

Mike grinned. “Make it a slow dance. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it.”

“I haven’t said yes.”

“It’s against the law to blow off the best man.” He tucked the paper into his pocket. “See you Saturday.” And off he strolled.

Paige felt as if steam might shoot out of her ears. It galled her that he’d gotten the last word. And that, as he well knew, she could hardly snub him in front of friends and colleagues.

Well, what difference did it make if they took a turn around the dance floor? As for moving into her house, he didn’t have a prayer.

If the universe was throwing Mike Aaron into Paige’s life, the universe had better get over it.

* * *

M
IKE
HAD
ENJOYED
NEEDLING
Paige Brennan ever since the wedding last year, when she’d overheard his casual reference to her as an Amazon and gone ballistic. Didn’t she realize that her overreactions made it fun to tease her?

He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to rent a room in her house, though. He would enjoy living close to the beach, and he hated apartments. Even beach cottages provided more elbow room.

He was a good roommate. Organized, reliable, healthy. Okay, possibly a touch overbearing, but she could obviously stand up to him. After the cataclysm that had been his marriage, Mike never intended to try
that
again, but he liked female companionship.

He waited for an elevator, which took longer than expected, and reached the ground floor just as the nearby stairwell door wheezed shut behind Paige. Off she strode toward the staff entrance, a tendril of red hair defiantly escaping its pins. He preferred her tresses loose, the way she’d worn them when he’d run into her at the beach. He also preferred her wearing that bikini. A glimpse of her stunning half-naked figure beneath the white coat would be a complete turn-on.

If he and Paige became roommates, Mike hoped he’d see plenty of everything. Much as she protested, he hadn’t missed the flare of attraction that dilated her pupils and tightened her body. He’d bet that within a month they’d be sharing not only a house, but also a bed.

Excellent.

Mike refused to worry about another renter appearing before he figured out how to change her mind. To anticipate failure was to invite it.

He glanced at his watch. Just enough time to cross town and arrive at his two o’clock appointment. Kendall Technologies, which developed and manufactured medical devices, contracted with Fact Hunter Investigations to run background checks on its new hires at its facilities in Safe Harbor and in Phoenix. The work might be routine, but it helped pay the bills. When you owned a company, that counted for a lot.

Strolling through the lobby, Mike let his thoughts drift back to Paige. He’d enjoyed the verbal sparring. With that expressive face, she would be a lousy poker player…or a delightful partner at strip poker.

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