out of her voice. âI had a feeling youâd say no. So now itâs on to plan B.â
His gaze narrowed. âWhatâs that?â
âI go to the second name on my list.â
âThatâs not funny.â
Bluffs never were. There was no list. This was about keeping her spunk factor in one piece. âIâve never been more serious in my life.â
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Nick stood at the third-floor nurseâs station in the PICUâPediatric Intensive Care Unitâand finished charting. The job could be done sitting down, but he might fall asleep. After Ryleigh dropped the baby bombshell on him yesterday, getting to sleep last night had been a challenge he couldnât overcome. He was grateful for the emergency call that had kept him too busy to think. Fortunately the asthmatic kid was doing fine now. Him? Not so much.
He put the chart back, then walked down the hall and turned right toward the elevators. The familiar sound of Ryleighâs laughter drifted to him. At first he thought it was a hallucination due to sleep deprivation, until he saw her standing in front of the newborn nursery. There was a man with her. Carlton Gallagher. The doctor Nick was currently evaluating as a partner in his medical practice. The guy was smiling down at her. Was he the next name on her list?
The primal anger that blasted through Nick was shocking in its intensity.
Ryleigh had told him that she was completely serious about getting pregnant. It hadnât taken her long to move forward with plan B.
Nickâs long stride quickly chewed up the length of the hall until he stopped beside them. âWhatâs going on?â
Heâd meant the question to be casual, but his tone had fallen far short of friendly to just this side of a hostile growl.
Ryleighâs puzzled expression was proof of that. âHello, Nick. Dr. Gallagher just introduced himself. Iâm glad you finally found someone to share the patient load in your practice.â
âItâs not a done deal,â he said. âWeâre testing the water to see how we work together.â
Carltonâs gaze was challenging as he slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks. âA probationary period seemed wise, before we go to the trouble and expense of lawyers and contracts.â
Nick had only evaluated this guy in a professional way. Gallagher had gone to one of the finest medical schools and graduated at the top of his class. Heâd trained in Dallas at one of the best childrenâs hospitals in the country and came highly recommended. After a couple months here at Mercy Medical he was getting high marks from the staff, too. Who were primarily of the female persuasion, so the poll results could be skewed.
The other doctor was about Nickâs height, a little over six feet tall. His dark hair had some gray at the temples which probably made him look distinguished as opposed to old. Yeah, double standard. His eyes were brown. He was tan. And women would most likely think he wasnât bad looking. But was he brilliant? A good man? Not the best, because Ryleigh had first asked him, Nick, to father her baby. And the primal anger pushed through him again when his gaze dropped to Gallagherâs naked left ring finger. His reaction must have showed because the other doctor tensed.
âItâs getting late,â he said. âI have to go.â
Not exactly gosh look at the time, but close, and Nick felt a sense of satisfaction.
Ryleigh smiled up at him. âIt was nice to meet you, Dr. Gallagher. And about the upcoming fundraiser, can I count on you to buy a table for the Childrenâs Medical Charities Fundraiser Gala?â
âThatâs a question for the boss. Later, Nick.â The other man met his gaze, frowned, then walked away.
Nickâs work there was done and he started to say goodbye. Then he saw Ryleigh looking at the babies in isolettesin the newborn nursery on the other side of the
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