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decent on-air, she’d chop it all off. Finally giving up, she stood and started moving all her lunch items to a different seat. She was scooting over to the better positioned chair when a deep voice intruded from behind her.
    “Pardon me, ladies. Do you mind if I join you?”
    Erica turned her head just as she sat and looked up to see a tall, rugged dark-haired man standing behind the chair she’d just vacated.
    She exchanged puzzled looks with Rhonnie, who shrugged and nodded.
    “Sure.” Erica indicated the empty chair, giving the stranger an appreciative once-over as he sat. “I’m Erica, and this is Rhonnie.”
    “Trevor,” he introduced himself then settled back, totally comfortable, as though he chatted with complete strangers every day. On closer inspection, he looked younger to Erica than he’d first appeared, perhaps in his twenties. Though he was tanned, he didn’t have any crinkling going on at the corners of his eyes yet.
    “Sorry to intrude on your lunch, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation about sperm donors.”
    “Oh God.” Erica closed her eyes as she thought back on what she’d said. Her face flamed, then she pinched Rhonnie under the table as she heard her friend laugh.
    “It’s okay. I just wanted to give you some insight. You see, I’ve been a donor.”
    Erica’s eyes flew open and she again ran her gaze over the gorgeous, muscular man, not missing one positive attribute, from his warm brown eyes, to his naturally wavy, full head of dark brown hair, to his very fit form. No glasses either. “You’re a sperm donor?” she asked incredulously.
    A little part of her mind was rubbing its hands together in glee. He’s perfect , it whispered to her. Sign me up. For the ‘hand-delivery’ option, please .
    Rhonnie laughed yet again and Erica shot her an irritated glance. Bad enough she was pregnant—now she was laughing at her? Rhon was so off her speed dial.
    “So I take it you don’t fall into either the ego-maniacal or the dateless-loser category?” Rhonnie asked innocently.
    “Not last time I checked,” he teased back as he turned his amused gaze on Erica.
    Wishing the earth would just swallow her up, Erica gritted her teeth and put on a semblance of a self-deprecating smile while she waited for the duo to stop laughing together as if they were the old friends.
    “Seriously,” Rhonnie directed at Trevor, who looked completely at ease with the whole situation. Erica was forced to admire his self-confidence and personable nature. “Why would you ever donate to a sperm bank?”
    Trevor met the question calmly. “My brother and I were fathered by a donor. And I really have no desire to ever be a parent myself, but I believe in the system, so I thought, why not?”
    Erica’s eyes widened in shock. Trevor’s mom had apparently hit the donor jackpot.
    Rhonnie frowned slightly. “How could you donate if you didn’t know your paternal information? That’s all protected, right?”
    He grinned. “Works just fine when it’s the same sperm bank.”
    Rhonnie nodded as if considering. “Which one did you use?”
    Erica leant forward in anticipation of the answer to Rhonnie’s million-dollar question.
    He named one well known to them both, one they’d even discussed as a possibility for Erica—Rhonnie had done plenty of research before she made the decision to go with Barry as the father of her child. Excitement built in Erica as she wondered at the kismet that he brought Trevor past their table while they’d been talking about this topic.
    Then he crushed the newly budding germ of a plan in Erica’s head by adding, “But I’ve withdrawn my donations from public use.”
    “Why?” Erica and Rhonnie chorused, and Trevor looked uncomfortable for the first time.
    “It’s a long story.” He almost looked as though he was considering sharing, then Erica saw the veil come down. “Personal reasons.” His tone made it clear there would be no more information