âBut you wonât go out with me?â
âJonathan.â Gaye seemed to be choosing her words carefully. âIâm not married. Iâm not engaged. Iâm not involved with anyone. Nor do I dislike you.â
âThen...â
âBut neither am I in the market for the sort of frivolous, meaningless affair Iâm sure you have in mind,â she stated firmly. âAnd despite what you may think to the contrary, I do not mean that insultingly.â
âYou donât?â Now he was the one having trouble holding back a smile; she certainly had him weighed up. Or, at least, she had, until now.... He couldnât imagine indulging in a meaningless, frivolous affair with her, either. He wasnât sure what he had in mind, but it wouldnât be meaningless!
Jarrett, Jonathan and Jordan
are
Some men are meant to marry!
Meet three brothers: Jarrett is the eldest, Hunter
by name, hunter by nature. Jonathanâs in the middle and a real charmer; thereâs never been a woman whom he wanted and couldnât have. Jordan is the youngest, and heâs devilishly attractive, but heâs determined never to succumb to emotional commitment.
These bachelor brothers appear to have it allâ
looks, wealth, power...but what about love? Thatâs where Abbie, Gaye and Stazy come in.... As Jarrett, Jonathan and Jordan are about to discoverâwanting a woman is one thing, winning her heart is quite another!
Look out for Jordanâs story!
Coming next month in To Be a Bridegroom #2051
CHAPTER ONE
GAYE looked up at the man as he walked nonchalantly down the corridor from the security desk toward the nursesâ station where she sat. He appeared in no hurry; in fact he strolled along as if he had all the time in the world. Which was unusual in this private maternity home; the men who visited were either new fathers already, or about to become so at any moment. In either case they were usually much more eager to be with their wives or partners at this time than this man appeared to be.
A reluctant father, Gaye decided ruefully. But his casual stroll down the hallway allowed her time to study him even as she waited for the telephone call she had made to be answered. And this man was definitely worth studyingâeven to Gayeâs jaundiced eye...
He was tall, well over six feet, with thick golden-blond hair that was inclined to curl, and a face so perfectly sculptured, he might have been too perfect if it werenât for the fact that at some stage in his life his nose had been broken, leaving it slightly crooked, adding a certain arrogance to his aristocratic face. His dark suit, Gaye could see, no matter how easily he wore it, was tailor-made, and very expensive, the pristine white of the shirt he wore beneath it emphasising his deep mahogany tan.
That tan was even more noticeable as he reached her desk and smiled, his teeth very white and even. âHello,â he greeted warmly, laughter-lines crinkling beside the sensuality of his mouth, his gaze appreciative.
Those eyes held Gaye mesmerised as she put her hand over the receiver and looked up at him enquiringly, letting the phone carry on ringing at the other end; it remained unansweredâexpectant fathers, despite their wivesâ obvious condition, could sometimes be most difficult to contact!
But Gaye had never seen eyes the colour of this manâs before. A deep, beautiful goldâthe colour of gold when it was melted down to liquid, variations of light and dark. Lionâs eyes. Amazing!
But as he looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties he was probably well aware of the effect his looks had on women, and Gaye made sure her voice sounded businesslike as she answered him. âCan I help you?â she enquired.
That devastating smile remained. âIâm sure yon can, NurseâRoyal.â He filled in her surname after a glance at the name-tag pinned to her uniform just above her left breast. âMy name is Hunter, andââ
âHunter!â she repeated sharply, putting down the telephone receiver to stand up abruptly. âI was just trying to contact you. Weâve been telephoning you for the last hourââ
âYou have?â He frowned his puzzlement at her sudden urgency on hearing his name. âBut, as I understood the situation, Abbie was only brought in a couple of hours agoââ
âIn the early stages of premature labour,â Gaye confirmed, even as she spoke sizing him up for the gown he was shortly going to need. âMrs Hunter is on her way to Theatre now. If we hurry, you can still be present for the birth.â As her husband so rightly said, Abbie Hunter had only been admitted two hours ago; her onset of labour was only three weeks early, but there were other complications that had prompted the specialist to decide on an emergency Caesarean; that was the reason they had been trying so desperately to contact her husband. Thank God he had turned up; his wife had been distraught at the thought of him not being with her.