Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing (Hautboy Series Book 3) Read Free Page A

would’ve been a matter of time before she needed repair surgery, and now she’ll have a better range.”
    “You can go in, but no stressing her out.”  Not only was Dr. Watkins Cooper’s doctor, she was her mother-in-law.  We all knew how overbearing they could be.
    Dr. Watkins smiled wryly.  “I’m a doctor, Paisley.  I know how to manage a patient.”
    “Just saying—right at the moment, my patient’s needs trump your patient’s needs.”  Looking up from my notes, I bit back a smile.  “I’ll tell Dr. Hopkinson on you.”
    Dr. Watkins snorted in laughter and walked off.  She knew I was just giving her a hard time.  She had a wonderful bedside manner.  Besides, it wasn’t as if I could actually stop her from visiting.  She was family.  The most I could do was tattle on her, as warned.
    A few short hours later, Cooper Hale was settling into a hospital bed for the night, under observation.  Her contractions had continued to slow until they ceased altogether.  We wanted to make sure they stayed that way before we allowed her to go home.  They’d even managed to coax her into voice rest.  Dr. Watkins gave the credit to me, claiming that my little pep talk had played a part in Cooper’s concession, but I couldn’t believe anything I said held any weight.
    Taking Monica’s advice, I was on my way to surprise Henry.  The man lacked spontaneity anyhow.  He needed a lesson, and what better way to teach him?  I was going to consider it an exchange system.  Five minutes of time for five minutes of pleasure.  He’d sleep like a freakin’ baby when I was done with him.  Not to mention it was going to be a hit and run.  I had to grab some lunch before returning to work.  I wasn’t going to curl up at his side and suffocate him with after-sex conversation.
    Two seconds after opening the door to his call room, I found that I couldn’t have been more wrong about Henry.  He looked up from whomever he was banging on the small bunk.  Our gazes met.  For a moment, we both stared in shock, but as his expression shifted to a look of pity, mine shifted to anger.  My face burned, straight to the tips of my ears.
    “Oh my God,” gasped the girl beneath him.  Henry quickly withdrew his cock from her, and rolled to the side, shielding her with his body.
    “Is that Hagatha?” I asked, recognizing the girl’s nasally tone.  Her real name was Agatha, but she had a face only a mother could love.  My ego took a punch.  Henry had chosen Hagatha over me.  It didn’t get much worse.
    “Paisley,” Henry sighed.
    “Oh, wait, am I acting immature?” I scoffed.  “Immature is not having the balls to break up with one girl before you start balling the next, Henry.”
    “You have to be emotionally involved to be dating,” Henry argued.  “You made sure that wasn’t possible.  We had a physical relationship.  Nothing more.”
    “We were exclusive, asshole!”  At least I thought we were.
    “For no purpose other than precaution.”
    “Fuck you!”
    “Paisley, get out.”
    “Did you?”
    “What?”
    “Double dip, fucker.”
    “Paisley!  Leave!  Please!”
    “Answer the question,” Hagatha demanded.  Up until then, I thought she hadn’t an ounce of competence.  She was the ‘other’ woman.  You’d think she’d be indignant or affronted.
    “No,” Henry replied.  “I haven’t slept with her in weeks.”  He said this with regret, as if I were a blemish in his sexual history.  Bastard.  “I told you we were through.”
    “More like keeping the opportunity open in case things weren’t greener on the other side of the fence,” I argued.  “We had plans for dinner tonight.”
    “You had plans for dinner tonight?” Hagatha repeated.
    “I cancelled!” Henry exclaimed.
    “You shouldn’t have made them to begin with!” I snapped.  “You should’ve been mature and just said, ‘Sorry, Paisley, I don’t think we should see each other anymore.’”
    “Point