The Baby Bargain (2 page)

She returned her full attention to the dog that needed her. “And Cole is none of your
business.”

But that was a lie.

Had she done the right thing by not telling Adam that she’d had their son?

Chapter Two

Adam couldn’t take his eyes off Megan as she washed up while the injured brown Lab
rested on a blanket on the floor. In college, she’d been a little shy and uncertain.
But now she was confident, outgoing, and sexy. Long and lean, she had silvery blue
eyes and her hair…he had always loved her hair. A rich, silky red, the long tresses
were thick and so female. Long enough to wrap around his hand and tilt her head back
to kiss her until neither of them could breathe.

The spark between them was alive and well, and currently making his jeans tight against
his groin. No point in lying to himself about it.

She dried her hands on a paper towel and said, “Why are you in town, Adam?”

“Work.” He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms over his chest. The
way her eyes followed his movements heated his blood. “I left the military and opened
a security agency in Los Angeles.”

“L.A. is a five-hour drive from here. You’re a little out of your territory, aren’t
you?”

“Nope, we go where the job is. In this case, Nathan McCray hired Once A Marine Security
Agency to provide security and protection for the Celebrity Golf Tournament.”

The shocks just kept coming. Not only was Adam here, but working for the man who’d
tried to bribe her. “And when are you leaving?”

Her icy tone rippled down his spine. “Anxious to get rid of me, Meg?”

She stared at him. “Seems to me you couldn’t leave fast enough last time I saw you.”

“I had to go back to duty.” Okay, yeah, he could have handled that better. He’d woken
the morning after his parents’ funeral with his arms wrapped around her, the scent
of her hair in his nose. He’d felt…too much and it’d scared the shit out of him. He’d
jumped out of bed, called a taxi, and gotten dressed. She’d woken, asked him in her
sleepy voice what he was doing.

Returning to duty.

She’d asked him when was he coming back home.

Regret stabbed him. He’d been weak to sleep with Meg. He had nothing to offer her,
never would. All he wanted was to put the past behind him. He’d failed in earning
his parents’ forgiveness, and now they were dead.

His job was all he had left. Everything else, his family and what was left of his
ideals, were destroyed. And if he’d let Meg any closer, he’d have destroyed her too.
So he’d decided that a quick and clean break was for the best. He had steeled himself
and told her the truth, that he was never coming back.

Clearly, she was still angry about the way he left, and now that he had a little distance,
he knew he hadn’t done her a kindness at all, but rather he’d been an asshole.

Dropping his arms, he walked toward her. “I’m sorry, Megan. I left abruptly last time.
I don’t think I even thanked you for everything you did to help with my parents’ funeral.”

“I don’t want your thanks.”

“You wanted me to make promises I couldn’t keep.”

When it came to fighting, he gave everything he had. He had nothing to lose. But emotionally,
he’d shut down a long time ago just to survive. He was surprised Megan had put up
with it as long as she had in college. Until she’d wanted a true commitment before
he left for boot camp, a commitment to a future that included marriage and a family.
He’d refused. It was a deal breaker. She wanted a family, and he wanted to fight for
his country.

“I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I’m not cut out for commitment.”

“I got that. It was a long time ago.” She pulled her gaze away from him. “Thanks for
your help, but we’re done. You can leave.”

“I don’t want to leave, Meg.” He didn’t want to leave her, couldn’t. Not yet. Something
about her tugged at his chest. Just inhaling her warm pear scent among the harsher
smells of the treatment room chased out the darkness that lived in his head.

He was screwing this up. “I’d like us to be friends. I want a chance to earn your
forgiveness.” He reached out, touching a lock of her hair. “You’re more beautiful
than I remember.”

She lifted her chin. “I’m not interested in your idea of friendship.”

He drew one finger down the curve of her neck to the fluttering pulse at the base
of her throat. “You were never a hookup,” he said softly. “I’m not asking for sex,
unless that’s what you want. I’m here for a few weeks. Not only working, but sorting
through my folks’ stuff and getting the house ready to sell.” Resting his hand on
her shoulder, he drew his thumb back and forth along her collarbone. “Let me take
you out. We can get to know each other again.”

Megan ducked beneath his arm and picked up a collar and leash. “No.”

“Why not? I know I screwed up, but I’m asking for another chance, at least to be friends.
Is there someone else? Cole?”

“You’re amazing,” she said with a shake of her head.

“I’m guessing that’s not a compliment.”

“Bingo,” she said flatly. “You really think you can show up and I’d just fall into
your arms? Or that you have a right to grill me about my life? You left, Adam. Without
leaving me a phone number, an e-mail address…you were just gone. You don’t deserve
answers.”

He refused to let himself shy away from her anger, her pain. He deserved it. “No,
I don’t. In fact, I’ve been here a couple days, told myself to leave you alone, that
I’d hurt you enough. The same thing I told myself every time I started a letter to
you, or began writing an e-mail.” He’d never forgotten her, and there were times when
her memory had been the only thing that kept him going, kept him sane. He had longed
for her like an ache that was bone deep. “I thought a clean break was best for both
of us. But then I saw the dog hit and I had to bring her to you.”

She stared at him. “I can’t do this, Adam. You were right, no contact is better. Cleaner.”

Her words stung. Was this how she felt when he’d told her he’d never be back? He really
had been a jerk. She had deserved better than that. He saw that now.

But how could he fix it? Now that he’d seen her, touched her, he needed her forgiveness.
He couldn’t give her a future, but…

He glanced at the dog she’d leashed and then back at Meg. “That’s going to be a problem.”
He walked over and gently took the leash from her.

Furrows appeared between her eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

He was pretty sure she wasn’t seeing anyone else or she’d have told him. He’d back
off if she were; he wasn’t here to screw up her life. Looking down at her, he said,
“Someone has to take care of the dog while she heals. I’m working out of my parents’
house, so she can stay with me. I’ll bring her back in a few days for a checkup.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think—”

He cut her off. “I’m taking the dog. I’ll pay for her treatment and find her a home
before I leave. She’ll be fine.” Hell, he felt sorry for the dog. And it was lonely
in that house. He didn’t mind hanging out with the Lab.

Plus the dog was obviously sweet-tempered. She had taken her treatment like a soldier.
She would soften Meg’s resistance to him, then he’d talk her into spending time with
him. He wasn’t going to lie—sex between them had always been incredible, and if she
was willing, he would do everything he could to give them both hours of pleasure.
But more than that, he wanted to put things right between them. To walk away knowing
she could call him if she needed help.

He just wanted to leave them both with good memories.

…

Megan sat with Cole on his bed and held up two books for him to choose from: one about
trucks and the other about dinosaurs. He was warm from his bath, wore his favorite
pajamas, and had his stuffed Newfoundland puppy clutched under his arm.

“Trucks,” Cole said. “Want trucks.”

She smiled down at her son. He loved trucks, dogs, and dinosaurs. And she loved him.
More than she ever would have thought it possible to love someone. She opened the
book and started reading…and soon his eyes drifted shut.

His eyes were blue like hers, but his hair was brown like his father’s.

What would Adam think if he knew about Cole? For two days, she’d thought of little
else. The sad thing was that even though they’d dated almost two years back in college,
she truly didn’t know what Adam would think. There were parts of him he’d always kept
closed off from her. He was an open book with his charming sexy side, but anytime
she went near that pool of agony in him, he would shut her down. The only thing she’d
ever gotten out of him was that he adamantly didn’t want a family. Ever. That had
been when they’d broken up right before he left for boot camp.

So how would he react to Cole? Would he look at him with the same kind of love she
felt? Or would he be like her father, and consider the child an unwanted burden that
he resented?

Her stomach clenched. Her parents divorced when she was four. She never saw her father
after that and there were only a few miserable phone calls from him over the years.
She remembered the father–daughter dance in middle school, and how she had desperately
wanted to go with him. Her mom said he was too busy traveling for his job, but Megan
thought her mom was jealous and didn’t want her to spend time with her father. That’s
what Megan wanted to believe.

So she’d called her dad.

Hot shame broke out over her skin at the memory. He had snapped that he was too busy,
earning money to pay child support for her, to go to school dances. Wasn’t that enough?
It wasn’t like he’d ever wanted kids in the first place. Then he hung up.

Megan had run to the bathroom and thrown up. Her mom found her there, coaxed out what
had happened, and hugged her tight. Catherine had told Megan she loved her, had loved
her from the moment she found out she was pregnant, and that her father was a selfish
boy, not a man. Her father didn’t deserve her.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at Cole. The joy of her life. She wouldn’t let him
suffer the same pain of rejection that she had. That was why she hadn’t tried to track
Adam down when she found out she was pregnant with Cole. But a boy needed his father,
too.

It was one thing when she’d thought Adam would never come back, but now he was here,
said he’d be in town for weeks. He could find out about Cole. She had to come up with
a plan, spend some time with Adam. Find out if he would accept his son and want to
be a father to him. Or reject Cole just as she herself had been tossed away.

Chapter Three

Three days later, Adam woke from a nightmare. Blood and death lingered on his soul
in the brutal memories that tortured him when he slept. In the dream, he’d been coated
in the blood of his dead friends and couldn’t get it off. Nothing he did got the blood
off. Then he looked up, and saw the bloated body of his brother glaring at him, demanding
to know when he’d stop letting friends and family die.

Adam tried to explain that he was doing the job of a patriot, just as Brady had wanted
to do. But his throat locked up, while his skin itched and burned from the drying
blood. Then he opened his eyes.

Lying in the darkness, he fought to get his ragged breathing under control. Then he
heard a horrible wrenching sound, followed by a whimper, and realized what had woken
him. He turned on the bedside lamp. The dog—he’d named her Ellie—slept on the big
quilt he’d put on the floor a few feet from the bed.

“Damn.” He got up and crouched by the dog. Ellie was lying on her right side, her
rib cage heaving. She’d thrown up. She whimpered again and looked at him with wide,
panicked eyes. He stroked her head. “It’s okay, girl,” he said softly while examining
her stitches. They were red, angry, and draining pus. He’d seen enough wounds to know
this was a sign of a serious infection.

How had he missed that she was sick? Hurting? No time to think about that now. He
lifted the dog up and laid her on his bed. He yanked his cell phone off its charger
and called Megan’s office. He got a voice mail menu that told him if this was a true
emergency, press zero. He did, and there was a click before a phone began to ring.

“Dr. Young speaking.”

“Megan, it’s Adam. I have a problem.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

Her voice was thick with sleep. Adam knew what she looked like, all warm and—

The dog cried out.

Adam focused. “It’s Ellie, the Labrador you stitched up the other day. She’s sick.
Infection, I think. She vomited, and the stitches are inflamed and weeping. She’s
in pain.”

“Meet me at the clinic.” She hung up.

Adam finished dressing and Ellie watched him with her soft brown eyes. Guilt lanced
through him. Quickly, he gathered up everything he needed, including a blanket to
cover his truck seat in case Ellie got sick again, and he raced to the clinic.

Breaking the speed limit only meant he ended up waiting for fifteen minutes before
Megan arrived. He spent the time petting Ellie and feeling her for fever, even though
he wasn’t sure how warm a dog’s skin was supposed to feel. When he saw Meg’s car pull
in, he wrapped his shivering dog in the blanket and followed Megan to the door.

She wore a pair of black sweatpants that did nothing to hide the sweet curve of her
behind. Her zip-up sweatshirt covered the rest of her, and her long red hair was in
a ponytail. She held the door open and he carried Ellie inside. He waited for Meg
to turn on the lights. They hurried to the treatment room. He put Ellie on the stainless
steel table while Megan washed her hands. “When did you notice she was sick?”

Guilt tightened his neck. He looked down at the dog. “Not until I heard her vomit
tonight.”

Megan said nothing as she pulled on gloves and walked over to the table. She began
examining Ellie, including taking her temperature.

The dog didn’t resist at all. She just lay there, as if she didn’t have the energy
or will to protest. Adam felt another prick of remorse for the dog’s suffering. And
this was even more reason for Megan to think badly of him. “I’ve been taking her with
me when I can, keeping an eye on her. Tonight she didn’t eat, but I thought she was
just tired so I didn’t think much of it.”

He felt the rough, wet swipe of the dog’s tongue.

Ellie pressed her nose into his hand, trying to comfort him. She was suffering, yet
she licked him. “The truth is that I didn’t pay attention like I should have.” He
rubbed her soft ears.

“She has a pretty nasty infection, but it’s not your fault, Adam. She’s thin, undernourished,
and has probably been on the streets for a while. Her body isn’t in prime condition
to fight an infection. Plus, dogs often hide their pain and distress. She was probably
just grateful to have food, a little kindness, and a decent place to sleep.” As Megan
talked, she set up an IV drip. Then she gently grasped a roll of skin on the dog’s
back by her shoulder and inserted the needle.

“What do we do?” Adam asked. “How do we help her?”

Megan’s eyes glinted with determination. She reached up to the I.V. set-lock and switched
it to release the flow of fluid. “I’m going to try to save her. I have to clean the
wound, pump her full of antibiotics, and wait and see if she can rally and fight to
live. I’ve got it all taken care of. You don’t have to stay.”

People had hurt this dog, yet she licked his hand instead of biting him. He’d seen
so much cruelty, so much horror of what humans could do to one another, that this
dog’s innate kindness tripped something inside of him. But moreover, the flush of
determination on Megan’s face touched him.

“I’m not leaving you alone in this clinic in the middle of the night. I’m staying
with Ellie and you.”

Megan nodded, unzipping her sweatshirt and pulling it off, leaving her in a green
tank top that revealed her long, toned arms and the outline of her breasts.

No bra.

The room grew hot. Her breasts were a bit fuller than he remembered. And he remembered
them often. When on missions in hellish terrains like Afghanistan, he often thought
of Meg as a way to keep his sanity. He’d recall the feel of her hair, the scent of
her skin, the softness of her breasts… The way she’d been there when his folks died.
She’d helped him with the arrangements, and when it was all done, when he had been
just…raw, she’d given him her body. He would never forget the feeling of sliding into
her warmth, looking down into her face, and feeling a sense of peace. But that feeling
had scared the hell out of him, because he knew that peace was only fleeting.

“I’m going to sedate her,” Meg said. “She’s too weak to handle the pain. Hold her
head and talk to her.”

Adam leaned down to look into Ellie’s eyes. “Good girl. Just go to sleep, Ellie. You’ll
feel better when you wake up.” He kept talking to the animal as he listened to Megan
move around. In a few minutes, Ellie’s eyes drifted shut.

For well over an hour, he followed directions as Megan cut the stitches, cleaned out
the wound, and worked tirelessly to save the dog. It was surprisingly bloody work.
She had to expand the wound to scrape out the infected flesh. Adam breathed deeply
to forget, but despite his efforts, he remembered the horrifying bloody scene when
they had extracted two of their captured men, Trace and Cooper. Only one of them came
out alive. Just barely alive. Dragging his thoughts from that memory, his admiration
for Megan rose with each of her calm, methodical movements. Had he known she was this
strong?

Then they had to wait. He found the break room and put a pot of coffee on. Five minutes
later, he carried two steaming mugs into the treatment room. Meg was sitting on the
floor by the kennel where they’d moved Ellie.

Megan looked up as he walked in. “Her fever’s gone down some.”

He handed her one of the cups and sat next to her. “That’s a good sign, right?”

“It’s probably from hydrating her, but yeah, it’s a good sign.” She sat up, stretched
her back, and rolled her head, clearly trying to loosen the tight muscles in her neck
and shoulders.

Adam frowned, realizing that she probably hadn’t had more than a couple of hours’
sleep. It was around three a.m. now. He set his cup on the floor, settled behind her,
and placed his hands on her shoulders.

She flinched. “What are you doing?”

“Rubbing your shoulders. Relax, Megan. I’m just thanking you for saving my dog.” He
began kneading, feeling her velvety soft skin over knotted muscles. He worked her
upper arms and shoulders, then moved to her neck and the space between her shoulder
blades. Using his thumbs, he stroked up and down, pressing and rubbing.

She bent her head forward and groaned.

“Feel good?”

“Mm.”

That sounded like a sexy purr, vibrating right through him and straight to his groin.
Her sweet pear scent filled his lungs and made him long to taste her. The pale skin
of her shoulders and arms had just a hint of sun-kissed color and a light dusting
of freckles. He resisted the temptation to brush his lips over the nape of her neck.
Instead he said, “Thank you, Meg. I know I dragged you out of bed, and you won’t get
much more sleep tonight.”

“I’d do it for any of my patients, Adam.”

It stung as he realized that he wanted to be more special to her. He shifted, stretching
his legs out on either side of her. Then he leaned against the table and tugged her
back to his chest. Before she could protest, he said, “See if you can sleep. I’ll
keep an eye on Ellie and wake you if she needs anything.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “This isn’t a good idea.”

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “You’ve slept in my arms before.”

“That was a long time ago, Adam. Another lifetime.”

He stared at her, couldn’t look away. For a second, he wished things could be different,
that they could build a life together, but Adam knew better and locked down that desire.
That was how he functioned. He would not burden another with his private hell. He
would never be able to bear her looking at him with the same hatred or disgust as
his own mother had.

Adam forced a gentleness over his rough emotions. “I just intend to hold you so you
can sleep.”

She twisted around so she could see him and let her eyes roam over his face, as if
she were trying to see into his very soul. “What about you? Aren’t you tired? You
could go home and I’ll call you when she’s out of danger.”

“I don’t sleep much.” He never talked about his nightmares and insomnia to anyone.
Recovering, he added another reason. “And there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you here
alone.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “I’m here alone at least once a month dealing with an
emergency. Actually, I usually bring Max. He’s pretty good protection.”

“Smart.” He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her against him. “But
you didn’t bring him tonight. You knew you’d be safe with me.” He liked that. A lot.

She put her hand on his arm. “Why don’t you sleep, Adam?”

He had a big mouth. What was it about Megan that reached through his defenses? “All
the travel in the military has messed up my sleep patterns.”

She was silent, rubbing her thumb back and forth on his wrist. “You wanted to travel,
wanted to be a hero. Did it turn out the way you thought?”

Caught by surprise, he leaned his head back and thought about it. “I wanted to make
more of a difference, but no matter what my team achieved, it was never enough. If
we eliminated one threat, six more took its place.”
And good men died horrible deaths.

He stared up at the ceiling, feeling the desolation and loneliness wash over him.
No, it hadn’t turned out the way he wanted. Brady was still dead, and his parents
had died without forgiving him.

“What do you want now?”

He looked down at her. “In my life? To build the most successful security agency possible.
My men will never lack tools or resources to get the job done.” He had money and talent;
he just needed the right connections.

“But right now?” He put his hand beneath her chin and told her the truth. “I want
to see if you taste as good as I remember.”

He leaned in to kiss her.