The Christmas Bouquet Read Free

nearly rendered him speechless. “But your mother works less than an hour away,” he said at last. “She’s been here. Surely she’s wondered about finding my clothes scattered about.”
    “The past few months I’ve managed to steer her away from here,” she admitted. “The couple of times she has stopped by, I’ve had enough notice that I’ve had time to tidy up.”
    “Meaning exactly what?” he asked, trying to remain calm. “You’ve hidden away all traces of me?”
    “Pretty much,” she said, then gave him a defiant look. “It was better that way, Noah. You have to trust me on that. If anyone in my family knew about you and me, they’d be pestering us every minute about our plans for the future. Neither of us needed that kind of aggravation or distraction.”
    He resisted the urge to confess that he’d be interested in hearing her response to that question about their future himself, especially now. If he went down that path, they’d only wind up arguing and there was a more pressing issue on the table right now: the baby.
    “How have you managed to keep your mother and everyone else so conveniently out of your personal business? I thought they were constitutionally incapable of not meddling.”
    “Which is exactly why I haven’t mentioned you,” she reminded him. “It keeps their attention on my work. They think I’m a bit of a boring drone.”
    “You’ve deliberately steered all of them away from visiting, too, haven’t you?” he said, realizing how deliberate her actions had been. “How did you pull that off so well? You told me yourself that their drop-in visits were constantly disrupting your study time, yet you couldn’t seem to prevent them from showing up.”
    Cait flushed guiltily, then shrugged. “I guess I finally got through to them that my schedule is even more demanding now that I’m doing all these rotations at the hospital. Half the time I’m there, so they’d miss me if they did drop by the apartment. After a few wasted trips up here, they gave up. Instead, I’ve gone home when I can. That seems to satisfy them, that and about a million phone calls a week.”
    “But your mom is close by most of the week,” he persisted. “How do you get away with keeping her at arm’s length when it’s no big deal to pop over from her office?”
    “Her schedule is just as crazy as mine and this is actually out of her way. She’s always rushing through her day to get home to Trace and my brother. We grab a bite to eat when we can, usually at her desk. If I take the initiative and call frequently, there’s no reason for her to come by.”
    “And if she does announce an intention to visit, you ‘tidy up,’” he said, unable to keep an edge of irritation from his voice. He was offended and saw no reason to hide it. “What about your sister, then? You and Carrie talk at least once a week. How have you kept her away? From the way you’ve described her, it seems doubtful to me that she’d take a hint.”
    “No, Carrie definitely wouldn’t respond to subtlety,” she agreed. “She’s been out of town a lot, thank goodness. And she’s mostly so self-involved with her own chaotic personal life that she doesn’t ask a lot of questions.”
    Noah could see that Cait had been much more circumspect with her family than he’d realized. He understood that she was a private person. He certainly understood her not wanting their colleagues at the hospital to know they were involved, though most did, of course. But keeping her own family in the dark? It defied everything he knew about how important they were to her.
    Right now, though, there was no time to delve into her reasoning. This pregnancy news changed everything. It was hardly something she could keep from them, not for long, anyway.
    “Cait, how far along are you? Do you have any idea when the baby might be due?”
    “I won’t know for sure until I see the doctor,” she said.
    “But you must have some idea,” Noah