Free The Baby of Their Dreams (Contemporary Medical Romance) by Carol Marinelli Page A

cubicle—it would be a futile game of hide-and-seek, though, because it would appear that she’d already been found.
    And so, as Andrew called her over, somehow she did her best to pretend that the walls of the emergency department weren’t shaking and that the ground wasn’t opening up between her feet.
    She walked towards him.
    Dominic.
    Her one-night stand.
    The father of her child.
    ‘Cat.’ Andrew beamed. ‘Did you have nice days off?’
    ‘I did.’
    ‘Excellent! I tried not to worry you, but on Friday one of the job share applicants pulled out and the other wasn’t interested in pursuing the position if she couldn’t be guaranteed regular part-time hours.’
    ‘I see,’ Cat said, even though she didn’t.
    ‘I’ve still got two more interviews to complete,’ Andrew went on, although Cat knew those two were really more of a formality and would be a rather poor choice. ‘However,’ Andrew said, ‘we had a late applicant. Cat, this is Dominic Edwards. He’s been working in Scotland for the last two years but we’re hoping to lure him back south of the border.’
    For now, Cat knew, she would simply have to go along with the polite small talk. Whatever the reason Dominic was here, whatever the outcome when she told him her news, at the first opportunity she would have a quiet word with Andrew. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to reveal to her colleague that Dominic was her baby’s father, but if she had to, then she would. There was no way this could happen.
    No way!
    Thankfully there was a call for help from one of the cubicles and Cat was just about to flee in relief and go and assist when Andrew halted her. ‘I’ll go,’ he said. ‘If you could carry on showing Dominic around.’
    ‘I can deal with the patient,’ Cat said. ‘You’re in the middle of conducting an interview.’
    ‘I know, but the patient happens to be my mother-in-law.’ Andrew rolled his eyes. ‘The interview has already been interrupted twice. My apologies again, Dominic...’
    ‘It’s no problem at all,’ Dominic said. ‘Take your time.’
    As Andrew walked off Cat stood there and she truly didn’t know what to say.
    She kept praying that the alarm clock would buzz, or that there would be a knock on the door to the on-call room and she’d find out she was having a bad dream.
    A vaguely sexy bad dream, though, because rather inappropriately, given the circumstances, she couldn’t help but notice how amazing he looked.
    When in Spain, the times that he’d had clothes on, Dominic had dressed smartly, though somewhat more casually than he was now. Today, on a Monday morning, he seemed too beautiful for the rather scruffy emergency department. Dressed in a dark grey suit and tie, his hair was shorter than she remembered but it still had enough length that it fell forward. Clean shaven, he smelt as he had the last time she had seen him, the moment he had stepped out of the shower.
    The moment she had walked away and he hadn’t stopped her—in fact, he had held the door open.
    And, just like that day, she could feel his contained anger.
    ‘Has the cat got your tongue, Cat?’ he asked as she stood in silence.
    It would seem that it had because still she said nothing.
    ‘Well, I’ll make this very simple for you, then,’ he pushed on. ‘A, B or C?’
    Cat could feel her eyelashes blink rapidly as he sped through the multi-choice he had created just for her.
    ‘A—mine, B—not mine, or C—not sure.’
    ‘Dominic...’ she said, and how strange it felt to be saying his name while looking at him again. How odd it felt that he was here, terribly beautiful, terribly cross. ‘It’s not that simple...’ Cat attempted. But it was to him.
    ‘A, B or C, Cat?’
    She couldn’t meet his eyes as she delivered the answer. ‘A.’
    ‘Mine.’
    Yours.
    His.
    Dominic said nothing at first. He tried to stare her down but she refused to look at him as she now attempted to speak.
    ‘I was going to try to find out where you