Janice Lynn - The Nurse's Baby Secret

He could never do either. He came with too much baggage, too much risk.

What if he pushed Savannah as far as he’d pushed his mother? What if the same type of thing happened?

He turned to go.

* * *

Fighting the urge to slam the apartment door she’d just opened back shut, Savannah stared at the man in the hallway with his back to her. At the sound of the door opening, he turned toward her. His eyes were full of raw emotion and she thought she should definitely slam the door and bolt it closed.

“My neighbor called and told me you were loitering in the hallway,” she said as explanation for why she’d opened the door since he hadn’t knocked. “She wanted to know if she should call the police.”

“What did you tell her?”

“To call them,” she said, even though they both knew it wasn’t true. “That I hoped they’d lock you up and throw away the key.”

“I thought that might have been your answer.”

She raised an eyebrow and waited. Just as he could wait if he thought she was going to invite him into her apartment. She wasn’t.

She’d been nauseated most of the day, but had made the mistake of eating dinner anyway because she knew she needed to eat to keep the baby healthy. Her grilled cheese wasn’t sitting well in her stomach. Charlie showing up at her apartment wasn’t helping.

“You looked as if you weren’t feeling well when I was at the hospital earlier,” he pointed out as if this was breaking news.

“It’s been a long month,” she said, a mixture of adrenaline and exhaustion tugging at her body.

She was showing the patience of a saint by not screaming and yelling. She’d like to scream and yell. But, really, what good would that do? He was leaving. But, way beyond that, he’d pretty much put her in her place when she’d said he should have discussed such a big decision with her. That place hadn’t been beside him or as someone who had any importance in his life.

That knowledge kept her in the middle of her doorway, staring at a man she’d once thought she’d spend her life growing old with.

“Are you just going to stand there not saying anything?” she asked, injecting as much annoyance as she could muster into her voice.

Glancing down the hallway as if he half expected the police to really show up, he shifted the box he held and raked his fingers through his dark hair. “I brought your stuff.”

Her fingers itched to smooth out the ruffled tufts of thick hair left in the wake of his frustration, but she stayed them by tucking her hands into the pockets of her nursing scrubs.

“Fine,” she huffed, not moving out of the doorway, almost afraid to move for fear of jostling where her dinner precariously sat in her belly. “Set it down there and I’ll get your stuff so you can leave.”

“I was leaving. You opened the door.”

His frustration was palpable and had her shaking her head.

“You’d been in my hallway long enough that Mrs. Henry was having a conniption.”

“She always was nosy.”

“I thought you liked her.”

“I did.” He raked his fingers through his hair again. “I do.”

Savannah winced. Two little words she’d once thought she’d hear him say, but under very different circumstances.

Unable to bear looking at him a moment longer, she turned away, put her hand to her lips to stay anything that might be going to come out.

“Are you okay?” he asked from behind her.

She gritted her teeth to keep from verbally attacking him. No need to have Mrs. Henry calling the police for real.

“I’m fabulous,” she lied.

You could mend a broken heart back together, but it was never the same. She’d never be the same or look at Charlie the same.

That magic giddy bubble was popped forever.

She’d trusted in his feelings implicitly and he’d shattered that trust. He’d unilaterally made a decision that had torn apart what she’d thought had been a permanent relationship and he’d not had remorse or guilt or a sense that he should have talked with her first. Her complete misjudgment of that meant she would never allow herself to trust in her own feelings again. Not with Charlie or any other man. How could she when she’d been so completely wrong about Charlie?

Exhaustion gripped her body, making standing a challenge and all she could do. “Are you gone yet? Your stuff is by the door. Grab it and go.”

She just wanted him to leave. But instead he stepped into her apartment. Maybe he’d get his stuff, then go.

“Tell me whatever your good news was.”

Spinning to stare at him in disbelief, Savannah’s stomach dropped. Her jaw did, too.

“Tell me whatever it was you wanted to tell me a month ago, Savannah.”

For a brief moment she considered telling him. Right or wrong, she wasn’t ready to share her news with him. She just didn’t feel strong enough tonight to face whatever reaction he might have. Not tonight.

She squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and tried to look as if she could successfully take on the world.

Normally, she could.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you took a job two hours away,” she tossed out.

“My taking a job two hours away has nothing to do with you,” he insisted with more than a hint of annoyance.

Good. His words annoyed her, too.

And hurt. His words hurt. Deep and to the core.

“It should have,” she said so softly she wasn’t even sure he’d hear her.

“Says who?”

“Says me.” She lifted her gaze to his and dared him to say otherwise.

His jaw worked back and forth and a visible struggle played on his face. “Why do you get to decide that it should have?”

“For the same reasons you got to decide that it didn’t.”

He let out a low breath. He stepped closer, stared down directly into her eyes. His gaze narrowed. “You think I should have said no to the position?”

Her stomach rumbled and she clenched the tips of her fingers into her palms. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“That I should have mattered enough for my opinion to have counted. I didn’t.”

He studied her for a few long seconds. “My career means everything to me.” His tone was flat, almost cold. “I won’t let anyone or anything stand in the way.”

Ouch. There it was. The truth.

A truth she’d not understood because for the past year they’d obviously been on the same page. Sure, he worked hard and long hours, but so did she. Their jobs hadn’t been an issue. Finding time to spend together hadn’t been an issue.

She’d thought they’d been each other’s priority. Obviously, in Charlie’s case it was more a case of convenience than priority.

She’d been easy.

No, she hadn’t. She’d not immediately fallen into bed with him. Not immediately. But too quickly. The attraction had been so strong. The sexual chemistry so magnetic.

Even now, with everything that had happened, with her body threatening to reject her evening meal, his nearness made her heart race, her breath quicken, her nipples tighten, her thighs clench. He made every sense come alive, made every nerve ending aware.

She hated it. Hated that even knowing she didn’t mean what she’d thought she’d meant he had such power over her body.

He wasn’t the man she’d thought he was—wasn’t the man she’d fallen so hard for. That man had been an illusion. She’d fantasized and projected upon him. Maybe because of their strong sexual chemistry and her desire to believe the intensity of their lovemaking was due to something more than just physical attraction. Outdated of her, no doubt, but that had to be it.

She didn’t know how she was going to handle her future, her baby’s future, but at the moment one thing was very, very clear to her.