Amy Ruttan - Alejandro's Sexy Secret

“Crystal,” he said. Then he turned on his heel and stormed away.

Kiri crossed her arms and stared down everyone who was still staring at her. They quickly looked away. Once she was sure she had sufficiently stood her ground she walked away as quickly as she could before the tears brought on by adrenaline began to fall.

* * *

“Are you out of your mind?”

Alejandro groaned as his best friend and legal counsel, Emilio Guardia, lambasted him on the other end of the phone.

“Probably,” Alejandro groused. “But can it be done?”

There was a sigh on the other end. “Usually the state of Florida doesn’t allow health professionals to become guardians of wards of the state. Unless we can prove that there is no conflict of interest.”

“There is no conflict of interest. I’m not gaining anything financial from helping this baby.”

Which was the truth. He wasn’t. In fact, according to Kiri, he was risking it all by helping him. She’d made that perfectly clear to him, but he really had no choice. If the baby was sent to County he’d die.

“Can you send me over the medical records you do have on the boy and I’ll apply for an emergency injunction? I don’t see why a court wouldn’t approve of you having guardianship over the boy, especially if they can’t locate the family in the next forty-eight hours. For now, I can at least keep him at Buena Vista.”

“Thank you, Emilio.” Alejandro was relieved. “I’ll get those medical records over to your office as soon as possible.”

“I’ll watch for them.”

Alejandro hung up the phone and ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t believed it when he’d heard that little cry from behind the Dumpster.

He’d been so angry that the board was cutting the pro bono cases that when he’d heard the cry it had shocked him. And then to find that little guy, premature, barely clinging to life in the hot Miami sun...

It had infuriated him.

There was no one to fight for this baby. Just him. Dr. Bhardwaj had made it clear that the onus was on him. Last night he’d tossed and turned, thinking about how Kiri had appeared to be angry about the fact he was willing to pay for the baby but not adopt him. Having a family was something he’d never planned on. Not with his uncertain future. His heart, his father’s heart, which beat inside him, could fail. In fact, the median survival rate for a pediatric transplant patient, such as he had been, was twenty-two years. He was nearing that. Once he started to have problems, he’d be put back on to UNOS to wait for a new heart that might never come. And Alejandro wouldn’t leave any child without a parent.

He knew the pain all too well. His future was far too unpredictable.

Yeah, he loved kids, but he knew the pain of losing your parents. He wouldn’t wish it on anyone. The best thing would’ve been to let the baby go to County instead of getting involved, but he couldn’t just let this baby get lost in the system.

The baby would die if they moved him now. Of that Alejandro was certain so there was really no choice, he had to fight for the boy.

Just like Dante, Rafe and Santi had done for him.

He, at least, had had someone to fight for him when he’d been lying in a coma, his parents dead. His brothers had made the decision to take their brain-dead father off life support and direct their father’s heart to him because it was a good match and without it Alejandro would also have died that night because of the robbery.

Alejandro had been a priority on the list back then. And at least he hadn’t been an infant. Children as young as six could receive a heart from an adult. It was harder to find an infant or a child’s heart.

Alejandro and his father had been a perfect match.

His brothers had given him a second chance to live. They’d sacrificed so much to give him a life. This little boy had no one and Alejandro seriously doubted that they would find the baby’s family.

The baby was alone, fighting for life, and Alejandro was going to make sure he had a chance.

What about after you save his life?

The thought caught him off guard.

You’re lonely.

He was lonely, but he was used to this life. This was what he’d resigned himself to when he’d finally been old enough to understand the ramifications of his lifesaving surgery. Any chance at happiness like Santiago had found had died that day. And when his transplanted heart stopped beating, no child would mourn him like he mourned his parents.

There was a knock at his office door and he looked up. “Come in.”

Mr. Snyder walked in. “Dr. Valentino, a word.”

Great. Apparently word got around fast.

Alejandro gritted his teeth. “Of course. Please have a seat.”

Mr. Snyder took a seat. He smoothed down the lapels of his expensive designer suit and cleared his throat. “I wanted to speak to you last night, but you’d left.”

“My shift was over,” Alejandro said, “so I left for the evening.”

“You’re certain it wasn’t because of your dressing-down?” There was a glint of pleasure in Snyder’s eyes.

Alejandro fought the urge to toss him out of his office. “I’m quite busy today. How can I help you, Mr. Snyder?”

“It’s come to our attention that you’re trying to keep that abandoned baby here.”

“Yes. What of it?”

“I’m surprised you’re trying to do this. Hasn’t Dr. Bhardwaj told you that all new pro bono cases have been suspended pending a restructuring of the board?”

“Yes,” Alejandro snapped.

Mr. Snyder sneered. “Dr. Valentino, are you purposely disobeying the board of directors’ decision?”

“No, I’m not. That baby is not a pro bono case.”

Mr. Snyder blinked. “I don’t see parents and the last I heard the infant is now a ward of the state of Florida.”

“Not for much longer, Mr. Snyder.” It took every ounce of strength not to belt Mr. Snyder across the head. He knew these kinds of men. They got a bit of power and they thought they ruled the world, and he knew Mr. Snyder was taking great pleasure in it.

Mr. Snyder was a pretentious snob.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have contacted my lawyer and very soon I will be guardian of that baby, meaning that I will be financially responsible. I will be paying all the medical bills.”

“Why would you do that?” Mr. Snyder asked.

“It’s my money. I’ll do what I like with it.”

Mr. Snyder shook his head and stood. “No good can come from this. That child should be sent to County, like all the other wards of the state.”

“Well, he’s not. And if we’re done talking, I do have to get back to my work. Paying patients, as per your request.” Alejandro smiled at him a little too brightly. It was enough to tick off Snyder, who left his office in a huff.

Alejandro raked his hands through his hair.

Oh, Dios mío.

This was not how he wanted to start his week at Buena Vista, with the president of the board of directors breathing down his neck and the new head of pediatric surgery being his one and only one-night stand who knew about his sordid past.

There was another knock at the door and Alejandro cursed under his breath, wondering if Snyder had come back to spew more vitriol and threats at him.

“Come in.”

Kiri opened the door and his pulse quickened at the sight of her, but he also didn’t really want to see her either, since she was the one who had delivered the devastating news about the pro bono program.

It’s not her fault.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, trying not to look at her.

“You know I had to dress you down yesterday.”

“I know,” he sighed. “My apologies, Dr. Bhardwaj. I was angry yesterday.”