âIf you apologize again, Iâll slug you.â Zora glared at Lucky.
He laughed, an unexpected rumble that rolled right into her heart. âThatâs my Zora.â A bout of hard breathing reawakened the hope he might finally kiss her, but instead he sucked in a gulp of air and held it. âOkay. Better.â
âBetter than what?â
He ignored the question. âSince I inveigled you into working today, let me buy you lunch to celebrate.â
âYouâre on.â The heat in her body hadnât exactly dissipated, but it had faded into her normal pregnancy-enhanced high temperature. As for Lucky, clearly he didnât, couldnât and never would accept Andrewâs babies as his own.
As common sense reasserted itself, Zora was suddenly glad nothing had happened. Going any further would have been yet another in a long line of mistakes sheâd made with men. Gathering her possessions, she waited until Lucky locked up, and they sauntered out together. Friends again, nothing more.
Which was obviously how they both preferred it.
Chapter One
It was the first time Zora could recall agreeing with Lucky Mendez about anything. Although their truce surely wouldnât last long, she appreciated his good judgment this once.
âNo way are you letting that creep move into our house,â the male nurse told their landlady and housemate, Karen Wiggins. With his striking dark hair, muscular build and flamboyant tattoos, Lucky made an odd contrast to the pink streamers festooning their den.
âEverybody hates Laird Maclaine,â Zora added as she arranged baby shower prizes on a side table. Being seven months pregnant with twins, she had to avoid any strenuous activity. In fact, as one of the showerâs honoreesâalong with two of their former housematesâshe could have dodged setup duty, but she refused to take the easy way out.
Ever.
âHeâs the only one who responded to the notice I posted on the bulletin board.â Atop a step stool, Karen tied a bunch of balloons to a hook. In shades of pink and purple, each balloon proclaimed: Baby!
âWe have a vacant room and the rentâs almost due,â she continued. âItâs either Laird, or I post on the internet and we fend off the loonies. Unless you guys can produce another candidate, fast.â
Lucky hadnât finished castigating the topic of the conversation. âOne drink and Lairdâs telling raunchy jokes. Two drinks and heâs leering at any lady who walks by.â His lip curled. âThree drinks and we call the police.â
âFor a staff psychologist, he doesnât have a clue about how decent people act,â Zora threw in.
âI donât care for him, either, but there are bills to pay.â Karen, a financial counselor at Safe Harbor Medical Center, where they all worked, had inherited the five-bedroom home from her mother the previous December. Forced to take out a loan to repair the run-down property, sheâd advertised for roommates. The arrangement had worked well despite the diverse personalities whoâd signed on.
So far, three of the women had become pregnant, but the other two had married and moved out, unlike Zora. There was little chance she would marry the father of her babies, because he was already married. He was also her ex-husband, with whom sheâd foolishly and, just before finalizing their divorce, trustingly had sex in the belief that her on-again, off-again high school sweetheart still loved her.
Zora rested her palm on her bulge, feeling the babies kick. How ironic that sheâd gotten pregnant by accident at the worst possible time, after she and Andrew had tried for more than a year to conceive. Theyâd been on the point of seeking fertility treatments when sheâd discovered he was cheating on her.
âWe have plenty of other colleagues,â Lucky persisted. âYou guys are in a better position to meet them than me, since my office is out in the boonies.â Lucky worked in the medical office building adjacent to the hospital.