Free The Marine's Red Hot Homecoming by Christine Glover Page B

volleyball game this afternoon, he definitely had ideas about how he’d wanted to get her naked. “Plus, jeans and T-shirts hold up better against spit up and Jason’s latest food disasters.”
    Kennedy focused on Hannah. “This brings me to point D. You aren’t allowed to bring up diapers, midnight feedings, or Jason’s latest bare butt run through the house.” She tilted her head and shot Caleb a knowing glance. “That dish isn’t going to get miraculously clean while you’re standing there. Kitchen. Now.”
    “I’m not going anywhere,” he said stubbornly. “Not till you tell me more about this guy. Where’s he from? Does he have any criminal past? What makes you think he’s the right guy for her? Or the right guy to become Jason’s step-dad.”
    Once again, the Marine in him reared his head. Hannah didn’t like it one bit. She had learned her lessons where military men were concerned. “I don’t need you to vet my dates. I’m perfectly capable of picking a great guy.”
    “Exactly,” Kennedy said, unable to hold the laughter twitching in her lips at bay. “Brett’s originally from Florida. Used to work in the hospital in Tallahassee that Michael goes to for his research trials. He specializes in high risk pregnancies. Plus, he’s good with kids. He’s a walking GQ Parents’ Magazine advertisement for what any red-blooded single mother wants.”
    “Just because you say this doctor is perfect for Hannah doesn’t mean you’re right,” Caleb grumbled, but he stepped away from the table and moved toward the open French doors.
    As soon as Caleb was out of earshot, Kennedy crossed her arms over her belly and said, “I thought he’d never leave. Seriously. Now let’s talk about what’s going on between you two.”
    Heat fired across her face. “There’s nothing going on,” she said. Though her body screamed for a one-on-one meeting of the naked kind, she wouldn’t act on its rebellious demands.
    “Really? Because from what I can tell, you’ve still got it bad for him and he’s crazy jealous about the idea of you being with anyone but him.”
    Her heart high jumped in her chest. Not only had Caleb radiated green the entire time he’d been hovering around the table, but she had always imagined a future with him that mirrored Kennedy’s. A wealthy man running his corporation, raising his family in Sweetbriar Springs, and loving her with undisguised devotion.
    But what she wished for couldn’t become a reality if Caleb didn’t have the same dream.
    “If he’s jealous, then that’s his problem. You know about my policy against dating guys in the military. I’m not asking him to give up his call to serve, but he’s got to understand that means all we can be to each other is parents of our child,” Hannah said. “Now tell me more about this doctor of yours.”

Chapter Six
    Caleb carried his dishes to the kitchen and placed them on the counter with a bang. “Who the hell is this doctor Kennedy’s raving about?” he asked.
    Zach lifted an eyebrow. “He’s the best neonatal specialist in the Southeast. Why?”
    “Because apparently Michael’s matchmaking gene has skipped on over to Kennedy.” He paced the hardwood floor until he reached the fridge. Opening the built in’s door, he hoped the cold blast of air would douse the fire burning low in his belly. He didn’t stand a chance against a doctor. “She’s setting Hannah up with the dude.”
    “That’s great,” Zach said, rinsing a platter. “Brett Franklin is a good catch. She’d be lucky to land him.”
    “He’d be the lucky one.” Suddenly the image of Hannah and the invisible doctor getting lucky together raced through his mind. White flashed and he reached inside the fridge, withdrew a beer, popped the top, and slugged back half the bottle. The liquid failed to ice down the heat bubbling through his veins.
    “Why the hell is he here?” he asked. “Shouldn’t he be practicing medicine in some fancy