Robin Gianna - Her Christmas Baby Bump

“Northern California. Wine country.”

“Wine country? And here I’d assumed being from California that you were a surfer dude.”

His eyes twinkled as the crinkles around them got deeper. “I’ve surfed, but I don’t think that moniker fits me. And do you have any idea how adorable the words ‘surfer dude’ sound in your wonderful British accent?”

“I don’t have an accent. You’re the one with an accent.” Which she found incredibly sexy, she had to admit, but wasn’t about to say that and embarrass herself all over again.

“If you say so.” He leaned closer. “But please let me hear you say ‘surfer dude’ one more time.”

She laughed and felt her face heat again, but this time she had a feeling it was from his closeness, and how wonderful he smelled and looked, and how it all made her heart beat a little faster. “So people punt in wine country? Are there little canals between the vineyards?” she joked.

“Yes. They’re filled with grape juice.” His wink and grin were so charming, she had a bad feeling she might swoon for real next time she saw him at the hospital, requiring a hefty dose of smelling salts. “The punting I did back home was in Denver, Colorado, where I went to med school. Learned on Cherry Creek, and eventually raced. All the punting here is one of the reasons I liked the idea of working in Cambridge for a while.”

“I find it hard to believe you consider punting a talent. I mean, how difficult could it be to shove a boat down a river with a pole?”

“You live here and don’t know the answer to that?” He stared at her. “Punting takes a lot of practice. And it’s excellent exercise. Surely you’ve tried it?”

“Well, no actually. I’ve been on the River Cam many times in the punts, but always had someone else manning the pole. Should I be embarrassed to admit that, since I was born and raised here?”

“This is shocking. And also unacceptable.” He shook his head as his warm palm slid down her arm to grasp her elbow, propelling her across the room. “I assume you have a coat checked?”

“Yes, but—”

“Do you have a car here?”

“No, I came with another midwife from the hospital. I—”

“Good.” They stopped at the coat check closet and he held out his hand. “May I have your ticket?”

She fumbled in her evening bag for it, wondering what in the world he was up to, and why she was getting out the ticket and giving it to him when she had no idea as to the answer. “The party’s only half over. Are you throwing me out because I’m a shame to the CRMU and the entire city of Cambridge?”

He flashed her a devastating smile. “You, Hope Sanders, are obviously a shining star. Which is also why we have to fix this problem immediately. I’m taking you to the River Cam for a little punting lesson.”

“What? Surely you can’t leave this early? Besides, it’s freezing outside! I can’t believe you did your punting in November.”

“I can leave whenever I want. I’ve given my talk and the guests are all happy. And it’s not freezing.” He slid her coat on before donning his own. “Fifty degrees Fahrenheit is downright balmy. We punted year round, just like people do here, in much colder temps than that.”

“But I’m wearing a long gown! And you’re in a tuxedo, for heaven’s sake.” Was the man out of his mind? No way was she getting on that river tonight, but she couldn’t deny feeling a thrill of excitement at the idea of going out with Aaron Cartwright. Which was utterly crazy, since now was definitely not the time to get involved with a man. Not with her life about to change forever. “I’m not punting tonight and that’s that.”

“I’m about to gamble that you might change your mind about that, Ms. Sanders. Let’s hit a pub by the river and decide from there.” The humor in his eyes and the feel of his warm hand closing around hers left her with zero ability to protest again. “Come on.”

* * *

Hope was still a little disbelieving that she was now sitting intimately close to Aaron Cartwright as he drove his purring sports car through the city. They talked about the hospital and work, but the bland conversation didn’t slow her heart rate to normal. Probably because he smelled amazingly good, looked even better and kept glancing at her with unmistakable interest in his eyes.

No use in pretending to herself that she didn’t share that interest. But from what she’d heard, the man was one of those love-’em-and-leave-’em types, involved with a woman for just a few months before moving on. Of course, her own history had proven she wasn’t relationship material anyway. Not to mention that, scary though it was, she was about to give herself the gift of a child very soon. The child she’d dreamed of forever.

Since neither one of them was into relationships, this odd excursion wasn’t a big deal, then, right? Why not just go along for the ride and enjoy herself?

He parked the car, then walked around the front of it to open her door. The moment she stepped out, a chilly wind whipped her hair, dipped inside her coat collar and fluttered the skirt of her dress. She hugged herself and cocked her head at him. “Still think it’s downright balmy out here?”

“Maybe it’s not quite as balmy as I thought.” He wrapped his long arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side as they walked to the path lining the river. The glow of electric lamps warmly illuminated the stony path and the dark water as it flowed hypnotically beside them. The brick exteriors of several pubs were lit, too, as they strolled past rows of empty punts bobbing shoulder to shoulder in the water. “A glass of brandy might warm us up, then we’ll decide if maybe this was a harebrained idea after all.”

“No maybe about it.” Then again, without his harebrained idea, she wouldn’t be standing here in the curve of his arm being held close to his big, warm body, which felt absurdly cozy and nice. “But I admit it’s beautiful outside tonight. And I also hate to admit that I rarely come here to enjoy it.”

“Too busy working? Or playing?”

“Working.” She was past her playing days. Though at that moment, the pleasure she felt just walking with Aaron in the crisp, starry night made her wonder if that was as true as she’d believed it was.

The thought brought her to a sudden standstill. Of course she was done with her playing days. Hadn’t wanted them for years anyway. She’d gone out on the town because there’d been no one special in her life, and no child of her own to keep her home. Enjoying this night out with Aaron didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of being a loving, dedicated mother.

She glanced up at Aaron and could tell he wondered why she’d stopped walking. She forced a smile at him and started moving again. “Plus, I live on the outskirts of town, so I just don’t get into the city center very often.”

“You said you were born and raised here?”

“Yes. Been here forever. Went to university here, too, except when I did my advanced midwife training in London.” He was looking at her a little quizzically. “I take it you think that’s a little strange, since you lived in California, went to university in Denver and now you’re here.”

“I’ve traveled to a lot of other places over the years. Been accused many times of being the stone that refuses to gather moss.” His teeth flashed in a white smile. “I don’t think it’s strange that you’ve dug roots in here, but I admit moving around is more my style. That I’ve been here three years is a surprise to me, to be honest. I’m sure the travel bug will bite me one of these days and I’ll move on.”

The utter opposite of Hope. She couldn’t imagine how he didn’t feel a need to put down roots somewhere. Cambridge felt like a part of her, deeply entwined with her heart and her soul, and settling in there forever like a broody hen with her job and a family was all she’d ever wanted.