âI told you that Iâm thrilled about the baby,â she said sincerely.
âItâs a blessing to me. Iâve always wanted children. But the baby doesnât make it right for us toâ¦reconnect, does it?â
He touched her jaw, the gesture in combination with his determined stare setting her off balance. His fingers felt warm and slightly calloused against her skin.
âI think whatâs required is for us to spend more time together.â
âBecause of the baby?â she asked weakly.
His stare bored straight down into the core of her.
âNo. Because I havenât been able to stop thinking about you since that night.â
Ryan Itani set down the magazine that he hadnât really been reading and glanced around the waiting room of the veterinarianâs office. He wondered for the hundredth time if he shouldnât have tried to call Faith Holmes before surprising her while she was at work. If he were honest with himself, heâd have to admit he was worried that if he had called, she would have made an excuse not to see him.
Not that he blamed her. After what had happened last Christmas Eve, he technically couldnât hold it against Faith if she avoided him like the plague for the rest of her life. It would have been one thing if heâd stuck to his original mission that night three months agoâdrive the twenty miles from Harbor Town to Faithâs country house and pay his respects to his friend Jesseâs widow. Heâd been on three tours of duty with Jesse, both of them having served as pilots in the Air Force 28th Fighter Wing. Heâd always respected Jesseâs wife, Faith, always liked her openness and kind heart, appreciated her funny, warm letters to Jesse while theyâd both been stationed in Afghanistan.
If heâd also thought Faith was one of the most stunning women heâd ever met, and that Jesse didnât deserve her, given his tendency for womanizing and infidelity, Ryan had kept that to himself.
Or at least he had until Christmas Eve.
Behind a partition, a dog barked loudly and a woman let out a shriek of alarm, bringing Ryanâs straying thoughts back to the present moment. Another dog joined in the fracas. He heard a calm but authoritative womanâs voice and went still. Faith had somehow passed him in the partitioned-off area of the waiting room where he sat. There must be another door leading from the exam rooms to the waiting area.
âPlease put Knucklesâs leash in the shortest, locked position, Mrs. Biddle.â Faithâs voice floated above the two dogsâ loud barking. âYou really shouldnât bring Sheba into the office without her container, Mr. Tanner. You canât blame Ivy and Knuckles for getting excited, seeing a cat unprotected like that. Jane, can you show Mr. Tanner and Sheba back to the examination room right away?â
âSheba hates that container,â a man grumbled. âSheba, come backââ
âWait, Knuckles! Oh, dear!â a woman moaned.
Ryan heard a sound like omff and sprung up from his chair. Rushing around the partition wall, he saw a gray, short-haired cat zooming across the room toward him. He bent and scooped it up into his arms without thinking before it had a chance to tear behind the receptionistâs desk. When he straightened, he saw Faith in profile wearing a white lab coat, a skirt and pumps, her long, curling, dark hair rippling around her shoulders as she tried to restrain a scrambling Dalmatian puppy.
âOh, no, Faith!â a short, blond-haired woman cried as she raced around the receptionistâs desk. âPut him down. You shouldnât be holding a big dog like that in your condition.â
âItâs okay, Iâm fine,â Faith managed to get out as she soothed the squirming puppy.
âHere, I have the leash. Stupid of me, I somehow disconnected him when I was trying to restrain him by the collar,â a frazzled-sounding, gray-haired woman in her fifties said as she grabbed Knucklesâs collar. She reaffixed the leash, and Faith bent to deposit Knuckles on the floor.
Someone tapped on his forearm and Ryan pulled his glued gaze off the vision of Faith. What had the receptionist meant when sheâd said in your condition? Was Faith ill? he wondered anxiously. He handed Sheba-the-cat to a husky black man in his twenties, nodding once distractedly when the man offered his thanks.