Free Caught Between an Oops and a Hard Body (Caught Between series Book 2) by Sheila Seabrook Page A

roll. “No sex talk. It grosses me out, okay.”
    “This has to be the one,” her mom muttered. “Every day gets you one day closer to spinsterhood.”
    “Mom, forget it.”
    While her mom mulled over her failure to get Stephanie married, her dad fixed her with a fatherly look. “This Stone…he looks like a player to me.”
    She quirked one brow at him. “A player? How can you tell?”
    “Because two-point-five seconds after he had you alone, he had his tongue down your throat and his hands…you know where.”
    A blush crept into her cheeks. If her dad only knew about what had happened the night of Grandma Elvira’s wedding.
    Leaning forward, she patted his knee and gave him her sweetest smile. “There was no tongue involved, Daddy.”
    “If you hadn’t been uptown and in plain sight of everyone, I’m sure there would have been.”
    Her mom tsked and her concerned expression deepened. “I saw the way he kissed you, honey. A man like that can get a woman’s panties off in no time at all. Just remember not to give away the cow before—” Her brow furrowed as she angled her body so she could see her husband. “What’s that old saying?”
    Tom growled, “Dora, don’t give her ideas.”
    Her dad, bless his kind soul, still thought Mandy and her were as innocent as the day they arrived on his doorstep.
    The office door jingled, momentarily capturing her parents’ attention. A good looking couple walked in and sat down, and the young receptionist addressed them as Mayor and Mrs. Jackson.
    Stephanie watched the man rest his hand protectively over the woman’s abdomen before she dragged her attention back to her parents. “Don’t you have enough to do without hassling me? Pestering Mandy for a grandchild? Preparing for your birthday party? Making the cake?”
    “Oh honey, I’m an excellent multi-tasker. In fact, that’s where you get your wedding planning skills from. It certainly wasn’t from your dad.” She glanced at her husband and gave a snort. “Or from that other woman .”
    Stephanie raised one eyebrow. “You mean Diana.”
    Thankfully, the receptionist called out her name, and as Stephanie headed across the room, she noticed her mom slide onto the chair next to the couple and ask, “I couldn’t help but notice. Are you pregnant?”
    Sometimes the older woman had no boundaries.
    Stephanie followed the nurse down the hallway and into one of the tiny rooms. She stifled a yawn, feeling much like she could use an afternoon nap, but knowing full well that she wouldn’t get one. Not with the wedding only three days away.
    It was going to be a very long week.
    Except for the nights.
    She thought of the toe curling kiss she’d shared with Stone. The way he’d tunneled beneath her shirt and cupped her breasts.
    As the door swung open and the doctor walked in, she prayed he could give her something for the flu.
    He was reading her chart through glasses that were perched on the end of his nose. He wore a cotton short sleeved shirt, a pair of tan linen slacks, and golf shoes. All that was missing were the golf clubs.
    He glanced up at her and smiled. “Hello, Stephanie. I’m Dr. Strom. What can I do for you today?”
    “I think I might have the flu. Maybe you could give me something to alleviate this nauseous feeling.”
    “How often and what time of the day are you sick?”
    “Throughout the day. Cold food seems to stay down, but hot food comes right back up before it even gets down. And the smells…well, let’s just say I’ve grown to immensely dislike certain scents.”
    He frowned as he felt her forehead with the back of his hand. “How long has this been going on?”
    She shifted on the table so she could peer at the calendar on the opposite wall. Instead, she caught sight of the side profile of a very pregnant woman.
    The sick feeling in her stomach got worse. “Maybe a couple of weeks. I’m not exactly sure. I’ve been busy, you know, getting brides married.”
    “Have you been