Susan Crosby - The Doctor's Pregnant Bride? / The Texas Billionaire's Baby

“It’s Ted.”

She gripped the receiver with both hands. Her heart began to pound, loud and fast. “Oh, hi.”

“Listen, I—”

What? You felt it, too? You want me, too?

“Sorry. A car just cut me off. Um, I left some papers on your kitchen counter. Would you bring them with you tomorrow?”

She closed her eyes, more disappointed than she should let herself be. “Of course.”

“Thanks. See you.”

“Bye.”

She’d seen him around the building for months and been able to control it. So why this reaction today? And then there was the fact he hadn’t seemed to notice her at all until today. Or had he studiously been avoiding her, as she had been avoiding him?

All she knew for sure was that she needed to be very, very careful from here on. First and foremost, she wanted to get into the vault.

And she couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her attraction to Ted get in her way.

In the lab early the next morning, Ted made room for Chance Demetrios to study his computer screen. Ted had arrived well before dawn, needing to get started on his light bulb moment of the previous evening.

“You came up with this last night?” Chance asked.

“Yeah. A purely random thought.”

“How did we miss it before?”

“Because it’s been a process. We had to go through the previous steps to get to this point.”

“I think you’re onto something, Ted.” Chance stepped back. “This could be the breakthrough.”

“Maybe.”

They’d worked together for so many years that they didn’t need to say a lot, could interpret each other’s expressions. Chance grinned; Ted just nodded, their reactions as opposite as everything else about them. Although they were about the same height, and had similar dark eyes and hair, Chance was powerfully built and social, and the black sheep of his dominant and wealthy family, whereas Ted rarely made waves. Opposite in many ways, but similar where it counted.

Because what they had in common was a need to find a viable treatment for male infertility, although neither had told the other why. And both were stubborn and independent, which made them a good team, each other’s checks and balances.

“Has Derek Armstrong weighed in on having Sara Beth working with us?” Chance asked.

“He hasn’t stopped by today. Maybe he doesn’t know yet.” Ted figured Derek would have an opinion, since he’d had an opinion on everything else that Ted and Chance were doing as they tried to protect the institute’s name.

“Did you spend the night here again?” Chance asked, booting up his own computer.

“No.” But that reminded Ted that he needed to order a bed frame, his box spring and mattress being too low to the ground for comfort getting in and out of bed. “I went to my parents’ house for dinner. It was their anniversary. How about you? You sounded hopeful about your date on the phone yesterday.”

“Here’s a piece of advice, my friend. Never have a first date on Valentine’s Day.”

With a few keystrokes, Ted forwarded the new hypothesis to Chance’s computer. “Okay. Why not?”

“Expectations are too high.” Chance tapped a couple keys, then his screen matched Ted’s.

“For what? Roses? Candy? Sex?”

“All three.”

“Your expectations or hers?”

Chance laughed. “In this case, hers.”

“And you turned her down?” Ted had observed Chance in action for years. He flirted in the same unconscious way that most people breathed. “Got a fever or something?”

“Or something.”

Ted studied Chance, but didn’t continue the conversation. They worked side by side, their shorthand of familiarity being enough to convey their thoughts. Suddenly, Ted smelled sweet lemons and discovered Sara Beth standing beside him, wearing tie-dyed scrubs in blues and greens.

Technically she’d been his Valentine’s Day date, but without roses, candy or sex. Without any expectations at all. She’d been a good sport about it, too.

“Good morning, Doctors,” she said, unobtrusively setting down an envelope with what he assumed were his papers from the night before.

He hadn’t needed them—he had a near photographic memory—but he’d gotten worried when her lights hadn’t come on in her apartment after he’d dropped her off. The only reasonable way he could make sure everything was okay was to call her, using the excuse of bringing his notes to work.

“Good morning, Sara Beth,” Chance said. “Thanks for agreeing to work with us.”

“It’s my pleasure. I know how anxious you are to have the situation cleared up.”

Ted didn’t take his eyes off his monitor, but he said good morning.

“Your first appointment just arrived, Dr. Demetrios,” Sara Beth said.

He saved his work and shut down the computer. “Did you have a nice Valentine’s Day?”

Ted heard her hesitation and wondered if Chance did.

“Yes, I did, thank you. And you?”

“She didn’t have a sense of humor.”

“Ah. Too bad. That’s a requirement of yours, I’m sure.”

Ted looked at her in time to see her eyes sparkling.

Chance nodded solemnly. “Number one priority. That, and being a redhead.”

“Uh-huh.”

He raised a hand. “Honest.”

She tapped her watch.

“I’m going, I’m going.” He headed to the door. “See you later.”

The obvious ease of their relationship irritated Ted. “I’ll be right back,” he said to Sara Beth then followed Chance out the door, stopping him.

“Sara Beth is going to be working with us every day. You need to treat her more professionally.”

Chance’s brows lifted. “I’ve worked closely with her for months, Ted. We joke around. You’ve heard of the concept, right?”

“Joking is fine. But not flirting.” He was making an ass of himself, and he knew it, yet couldn’t stop it. “You got yourself in trouble for that before, remember?”

A deep frown settled on Chance’s face. He leaned closer to Ted, keeping his voice low. “How could I forget? But I wasn’t guilty then, and I’m not guilty now. So lay off.” He walked away.

It wasn’t the first argument they’d had, and undoubtedly wouldn’t be the last, but their disagreements were usually about intellectual or scientific issues, which eventually were proved or disproved. Plus, they enjoyed challenging each other.

This was different. They never intruded on each other’s personal lives. Never had any reason to.

Ted shoved his hands through his hair, taking a few seconds to vanquish the irrational thoughts, then determine the reason for them.

Simple. He was jealous of how easy it was for Chance to flirt and tease.

Ted could learn, though. Tricia’s presence last night had reminded him how far he’d come. In high school they’d both been labeled nerds. She’d blossomed into a beautiful, poised woman to match the intelligence that had been there all along. And he looked a little more put together now, which got him dates without him trying much. Not that he held any woman’s interest for very long—

“I’m on the clock here,” Sara Beth said from the open doorway, apparently having waited as long as she could while he self-analyzed.

“Sorry.” He returned to the lab, and went directly to a corner desk. “I had boxes brought up from the vault.” He pulled up a page on the computer screen. “All you need to do is enter the information from the files into this spreadsheet.”

She stared at the image. He was distracted by her lemon scent again, realized it was her hair that smelled so good.

“This seems like a job that one of the data clerks could do,” she said, hesitance in her voice.