Free A Baby...Maybe? & How to Hunt a Husband by Bonnie Tucker

provide a measure of light in the darkness of the night.
    The only room with a balcony on the southeast corner was completely dark. There was a French door and windows wrapped around the corner, but there was not one light peeking through any curtain. He gathered small pebbles from around the grass area near the patio and halfheartedly threw the first one at the window. It hit with a light ping then dropped. He threw the next one harder, and the ones after that harder still. Lights did not come on.
    Rex, knowing Tigger and his propensity for napping, had a pretty good idea that the woman had gone out for the night and Tig had slept through the wholedeparture. With only two pebbles left in his hand, he took aim for one of the French doors. It hit with a fine sounding pop, then landed on the balcony. Still no response from inside.
    As he raised his arm to throw the last pebble, number eleven, the drape covering the door fluttered and was pushed aside. Her face, the face he had been waiting forever to see again, peered through the glass. “It’s about time,” he called up to her.
    She opened the door a tiny crack. “Who’s down there?”
    â€œMe.”
    â€œMe, who?”
    â€œYou know who me is,” he said with smug confidence. “You’ve been waiting for me all night.”
    â€œHave I?” The door opened a little more. He could see her nose and chin. “I don’t think so,” she said with a supreme feminine haughtiness that made him smile.
    â€œAdmit it,” he ordered with pure male smugness.
    Cara could not believe who was standing below her room. If dreams really did come true, this was it. But she’d never tell him that. “I’ll admit nothing,” she said. She’d admit only to herself that she’d been dreaming of this moment since she had left the restaurant. “How did you find me?” she asked.
    â€œIt wasn’t easy. No one will tell me your name.”
    Did she hear right? “Who did you ask?” Maybe he’d asked the wrong people.
    â€œWhat? I can’t hear you. Come outside.”
    â€œI can’t come outside, Dr.—Dr.— What’s your name?”
    â€œI’m not telling you mine until you tell me yours,” he said from below. “Come out where I can see you.”
    That made her smile. The old “I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours” game. He must have really wanted to find her if he had located her without aname. A sudden warm tingle traveled up her legs and made her shiver.
    â€œDoctor, I have a problem,” she called down. “I’m not dressed.”
    There was silence.
    â€œDoctor?”
    â€œI’m trying to get a visual here.”
    â€œHow long will that take?”
    â€œI don’t know. Help me out.” He cleared his throat a few times. “I need a little more information.”
    â€œI’ll try to help as best I can.”
    â€œSo, let me get this straight. You’re wearing nothing at all?”
    â€œStark naked.”
    Silence again.
    â€œDoctor?” she called out playfully.
    â€œGive me a second. A picture is forming.”
    â€œYou go ahead and form that picture. I’ll be right back.”
    â€œDon’t feel the need to dress on my account,” he called after her.
    She shut the door right after she heard him say, “Hot damn.”
    â€œNow what?” She glanced frantically around the room. No robe. No nightgown. Only street clothes. And suddenly, even the un-teacher-like clothes she’d brought with her didn’t seem sexy enough for tonight.
    She grabbed the top sheet off her bed and wrapped it around her, tucking the end inside the material above her breasts. She looked in the mirror. Her hair was wild, all over the place and she finger-combed it back, putting it into some kind of order the best she could. Except for her shoulders, arms and face, she was completely covered. She