Amy Fetzer - Having His Child

She paused and looked at him. Luc was so clueless sometimes. “Let me see, he’s wealthy, handsome as the day is long, has a good job. He’s polite. And…” She gave him a dramatic gasp and a surprised look. “Oh, gee! He asked me.” Although she had planned on the artificial means of having a family, she wasn’t beyond hoping that Mr. Right was out there somewhere and one more date might reveal him. She’d much rather meet him, fall in love and get pregnant the old-fashioned way instead of in a sterile clinic, alone.

Lucas smirked, leaning on the banister. “And you’re running late, again.”

“It’s a consistency thing I’m working for,” she said as she rushed up the staircase. Lucas watched her go and glimpsed the lacy tops of her black stockings beneath her short silk dress. The sight shot a hard bolt of desire right through him. The shock of it made him straighten and frown.

Okay, that was new.

Angela Justice was his best friend, his pal. For nearly fifteen years, for the love of Mike. None of his friendships with men, his softball team buddies, his old college roommates or the doctors at the hospital compared to the long-lasting relationship he had with Angela. She was the only person who’d reached out to him when he was a scared and lonely kid dumped in the local orphanage. And she was the only person who continued to be his friend when he’d scared everyone else off. Even the guys.

Oh, he’d always been attracted to Angela. A man would have to be blind not to see how beautiful she was, but he’d never stepped over the line. Never once made a pass at her. Not that he hadn’t wanted to when he was young and his testosterone levels were somewhere on Mars. But he was an adult, in control, and he didn’t want to ruin the friendship that had taken him through the worst and best times of his life. He tried putting the instance out of his mind, attributing it to a hard day at work.

Yet when she came back downstairs, her hair perfect, a beaded clutch in her hand along with her shawl, his gaze dropped to her legs misted in black. “You still have the most incredible pair of stems in the county, Ange.”

She froze on the last step, a bit shocked by the sultry way he said that. Don’t look for what isn’t there, she reminded herself. “Why, thank you, darlin’,” she murmured a little breathlessly, then went to the hall mirror and plucked at her short red hair.

Luc remembered when it had reached past her waist and it drew the attention of half of their high school football team. Of course, those legs in a short cheerleading skirt might have had something to do with it, too, and he wondered when watching a woman primp got to be so darned entertaining. Then his stomach did a quick jump as she bent and ran her hands up her stockinged legs from ankle to thigh in a motion so innocently seductive he wanted to peel those suckers off just as slowly.

Lucas smothered a groan and wondered what had gotten into him tonight.

“So, is this a passable outfit?”

She did a turn in front of him, and Luc felt his blood pressure rise. “Hell, yes.” But she didn’t look like his buddy anymore, he thought, frowning more to himself than her choice of clothes. “Where are you going?”

“The Theater on the Green.”

Wonderful, he thought. In the dark, hidden by trees, Randy would have a good old time with her. “Be careful.”

Angela frowned. “This is not my first date with Randy, and if you hadn’t been so busy, you would have known that.”

“I know, I know. Sorry. At least you can deck him if he gets fresh.”

“Fresh?” She laughed softly. “Lighten up, will you? You sound like Daddy.”

“Your father wouldn’t let you out of the house looking like that,” he muttered under his breath, and Luc decided that he needed a distraction, fast, and focused on the half hung curtains and the ladder in the corner of the living room. “Redecorating?”

“Gosh, you’re just so smart. No wonder you’re a doctor.”

He made a face at her. “I could have helped you with that.”

“I left three messages.” She checked the contents of her purse as she added, “You were obviously having a rockin’ good time with Denise.”

“It was Diane.”

She looked up, frowning. “Was?”

“Yeah. It didn’t work out.”

Her eyes widened. “You were with her just the other day!”

“That’s about when it went downhill. I got beeped about two seconds after you left, and she was furious that I didn’t have time for her.”

“The price of your popularity, Doc,” she said sympathetically. “And it could have worked out, Luc, but you never let the relationship get past the first couple of weeks.”

He stared accusingly at her. “I do, but my schedule puts a lot on hold.”

“So what was the real problem, then?” Angela asked as she snapped her handbag shut and left it in a chair with her shawl. She nodded to the kitchen and he followed, his gaze focused on the sexy curve of her bare back in the low-slung dress. Her skin looked warm and soft.

“Luc?”

He mentally shook loose the erotic fantasy that just flew through his mind and took the beer she was offering. “I told you, she couldn’t handle my schedule.” This was Ange, his buddy. His only family…well, her and her parents, her brothers and sisters and their brood of kids.

“I could believe that if you were still a resident in San Diego, but that excuse is old now, darlin’.” Angela cocked her head and studied Lucas. He’d been a tough kid with a chip on his shoulder when she’d first met him. The new boy.

With his imposing height, his dark looks and icy China blue eyes, everyone had been afraid of him. Except her. She’d seen the loneliness in him, the fear of rejection, and the friendship she’d struck up with him had been worth every second. Even when Daddy tried running him off because he thought Lucas was nothing but trouble about to happen. But it didn’t happen. The more they said he couldn’t do, the harder Lucas worked to prove them wrong. She was proud of him and his success. Although the “dare to get close to me” chip was about gone, his coming to her after every broken relationship was getting old. Even he was treating her like the Dear Abby of the airwaves.

“Know what I think?”

“If I knew what women thought, Ange, I wouldn’t be crying in my beer.”

She stole a sip, then handed back the bottle. “The day you cry over a woman, Ryder, is the day I can spin straw into gold.” She pushed him out of her kitchen, her hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in to his tense muscles. He moaned, almost purring. “I think you’re dating women who like your social status and success more than the fact that you heal children.”

He slid her a look, then faced her. “You’ve got more to say, I can tell. Go on.”

“I don’t think you’re looking for deep, so you’re not getting deep.”

“I’d like to get married some day.”

She laughed outright and didn’t see his offended look as she walked past and looked out the window for her date. Only Luc’s Jaguar was parked in front of the house. She swung around as he made himself at home on her sofa.

“I don’t want to be alone forever, you know.”

Alone? Never. Single? Oh, yes, she thought. “Okay, if that’s true then date women who are marriage material, for heaven’s sake. From my perspective, your selection almost guarantees a breakup.”

He looked up from peeling the label off the beer bottle, and those blue eyes caught her dead in the heart. God, he was so sexy.

“Luc, honey.” She crossed to the sofa and sat beside him. “You’re committed to your career far more than anything else.”

“Am not.”

“Really? You’ve been back nearly two years and I’ve seen you twice a month, maybe. And just why did Denise—”