99 Cent Sale!

Published February 26, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Hi! I can’t believe February is almost gone. I’ve been hoping for any early spring. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll get one. 🙂 (Shhh, don’t tell anybody, but we don’t have any snow.) Of course, that could change overnight, and often does, but January and February are usually our worst months of winter. We’ve only had four storms bad enough to need the driveway plowed, so that’s good.

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Starting today thru Sunday one of my favorite stories, Finding Baby J, goes on sale for only 99 cents. Why? Because I can.  And if the weather is cold where you are, this story is guaranteed to warm your hearts. It does mine every time I read it.

Blurb:

One lonely woman, a doctor afraid of commitment… Will finding Baby J help them find each other?

Shana Davis knows what it’s like to be unloved and unwanted. Her childhood involved being shuffled from one foster home to the next. One night, as her shift at Mercy hospital comes to an end, she hears a forlorn, mewling sound and finds a newborn baby boy left in a dumpster. The abandoned baby appeals to her soft heart and her immediate attachment to the child—dubbed Baby J—leads to her spending a lot of time in the Maternity Ward in the company of the handsome Dr. Daniels.
Dr. Kagan Daniels is heart-sore and commitment-shy due to his failed marriage and past experiences with selfish, cold-hearted women. But he sees a gentle, caring soul in Shana and is drawn to her. Despite his reservations, he realizes he wants to get to know her better and finds excuses to spend time in her company.
Having always wanted to be a daddy, Kagan adopts Baby J. As he and Shana grow closer, Shana feels she’s found her own private heaven. She has Baby J and the man of her dreams. What more could a woman want?
But a conniving woman, a manipulative mother, and a man from Shana’s past threaten to come between them. Will the lies spewed by others separate them forever? Or can their love win out over all?

Excerpt:

      Chapter One
Shana pushed the trash cart through the back door of the cafeteria kitchen, her final chore as she finished her shift. In the normally quiet alley behind the hospital, she heard a pathetic mewling. The sound seemed to be coming from somewhere near the Dumpster. “Here, kitty, kitty!” she called softly in response, continuing to slowly push the cart closer so as not to scare the stray.
Okay, how do I stretch my budget to include adding another feline to my menagerie of injured and abandoned animals? But Shana knew she couldn’t pass up any opportunity to help the less fortunate. And since she herself was at the bottom of the economic food chain, animals were the chosen beneficiaries.
Why do I want to be a physical therapist? I might as well be a vet. She smiled at the humorous thought. As she came to a stop beside the Dumpster, the mewling continued.
“Poor baby, got yourself stuck in the Dumpster and can’t get out, can you?” Shana stood on tiptoes to peer over the lip of the huge can, and in the fading light of early evening, what she found rendered her motionless. She clutched her chest with a shock so deep it took her breath away. There, lying in the filth, was a precious baby boy.
“Dear God! Who would do such a thing?”
She hurriedly scaled the side of the Dumpster and reached in to lift the naked infant into her arms. The night wasn’t overly cold, but he needed to get warm fast. There was no telling how long the baby had been lying there. She cuddled him close to share her body heat and climbed back down to the ground, scanning the surrounding area to see if the mother was skulking nearby. Not wanting to waste any more time, she turned to go back inside, needing to get him fed and checked out. He was rooting around her breast, instinctively seeking nourishment.
“I’ve got nothing but love for you, sweetheart, but I bet one of the nurses in maternity will have just what you need.” She left the trash cart where it was—no one in their right mind would steal it—and rushed in through the kitchen door, straight to the towel cupboard.
“Shana! Is that one of your strays?” The cook waved a large, wooden spoon at her as Shana raced across the kitchen. She didn’t pause in her headlong dash to answer, “Yes, but—”
“Well, get it out of my kitchen!”
Shana swiped a large towel from the shelf and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
Wrapping her bundle as best she could on the move, she ran across the lobby and up the stairs to the second floor where she’d seen Dr. Kagan Daniels only moments before. The baby’s body was icy cold and the little mite seemed to be having trouble breathing, not making any sound at all. Dr. Daniels would know what to do.
She’d gathered quite an entourage by the time she reached labor and delivery, where the neonatal unit was located. Cook, as she found out later, had notified security of Shana’s “germ-infested stray,” and they were waiting for her at the top of the staircase.
“Miss Davis, pass over your stray. You know we don’t allow animals in the hospital,” said a big, burly guard as he reached for the baby.
“Dr. Daniels! I need Dr. Daniels,” she hollered, clutching the infant to her chest, panicked at being surrounded by so many people.
Dr. Daniels broke through the crowd. “What’s going on here?”
Shana spoke fast and loud to be heard above the din. “I found a baby crying in the Dumpster outside the kitchen. He’s cold and barely breathing.”
“Bring him in here.” He motioned toward the nearest delivery room. Shana wasn’t going to let the infant out of her sight until she was sure he was all right. She already felt attached to the little guy somehow.
“It’s a boy,” she said as she laid her precious bundle down in a bassinet. The doctor checked vitals and grabbed a newborn bulbous syringe to suction the mouth and nose. The baby cried out, and his color started to return to normal.
“Nurse, grab a bottle of formula and fit it with a newborn-sized nipple. We have to get some nourishment into this child.”
“Is he going to be okay?” Shana asked as the minutes ticked by and no one spoke to her.
“Yes, I’d say he’s only an hour or two old at most. He’ll be fine once he’s fed.” Dr. Daniels fitted a diaper over the littlest bum she’d ever seen and swaddled him in a blanket.
The nurse arrived with the bottle of formula, started to hand it to the doctor, then looked questioningly toward Shana’s outstretched hand.
“May I feed him?” Shana asked.
The nurse and Kagan exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement. Shana gently lifted the baby and held him close while she placed the nipple in his mouth. He latched on greedily and began sucking right away. Shana smiled down into his beautiful face as she gravitated toward a rocking chair, her heart overwhelmed by the emotions this tiny human being brought out in her.
***
Kagan ordered blood work and routine tests for the baby. Once the nurse had gone, he stood and silently observed the girl as she fed him. A biological mother wouldn’t be any more attentive or careful than this girl was. Certainly not his own mother, who’d promptly handed him off to a nanny right after his birth, then traveled to Paris to recover…where she’d stayed for three years.
The woman, dressed in a drab cafeteria uniform, her hair tucked under an ugly blue food-services cap, concentrated on the infant to the exclusion of all else. Kagan found he didn’t much like her ignoring him for the child. There was something unique and appealing about her. At first he’d felt suspicion toward the lovely woman. Was she the child’s mother? But no, the child’s olive skin tone and black hair put that theory to rest.
She was quite pretty in a simple way, slim and blonde. Her eyebrows and lashes were a pale blond, highlighting the flashing violet eyes he’d caught a glimpse of earlier. She filled out the uniform in all the right places, and her face, while serenely focused on the child, reminded him of a painting of the Madonna and child done by Raphael. Still, she looked vaguely familiar, and not because he bought his morning coffee from her.
“Where do I know you from?” he asked.
“Well, it could be the cafeteria, but more likely the baby-massage classes I started after taking my Physio courses last semester. I helped out the nurse who normally runs them as part of my internship.”
“Yes, I remember now. Miss Davis, right?”
“Yes, but I prefer Shana.”
“You demonstrated how to use the massage for babies with intestinal issues. It was very informative. We used the technique on a preemie that had undergone stomach surgery. It helped relieve gas without damaging the work the doctors had done.” Admiration for this girl with the miracle hands filled him.
***
She nodded. “You had a patient whose mom was learning how to do the infant massage to relieve gas. You’d performed a tummy operation on her little girl, so we showed her other places on the child’s body she could massage to help with gas relief.”
“Mrs. Hodges and little Tina. The therapy was great. It did wonders for the baby and the mother,” he added with a smile that made his eyes twinkle.
“Thanks.” Shana could feel herself blush. Compliments were such a foreign occurrence in her life, she stored each and every one so she could treasure it later. To make matters worse, he was unbelievably handsome, one of the sexiest-looking men she’d ever come across in her life and a nice guy to boot. When does that ever happen? She knew he was only talking to her to kill time until he could examine the baby more thoroughly, but to have his full attention felt exciting, making her insides warm in reaction to his soft-voiced comments.
Of course, she’d heard the talk going around the hospital. Several of the female staff would love to attract his attention, but he was always professional—to the eternal frustration of the ladies.
“Detectives Grayson and Farrier. We understand a girl brought an abandoned baby to this department. We need to talk to the attending physician and the girl who found the child,” announced a gruff voice from out in the hall.
“Of course. Right this way,” said a female voice followed by hasty footsteps in the corridor.
Shana swiveled the rocking chair on its base to face the door as the head nurse escorted two police officers into the room.
“Dr. Daniels, these officers are here to speak to you about the baby Miss Davis found.”
“Thank you, nurse,” Dr. Daniels said, excusing her from the exam room with a nod.   “I’m Dr. Kagan Daniels. How can I help you?”
“I’m Detective Grayson, and this is Detective Farrier. We’ll be investigating the abandoned baby case. Can you fill us in on the child and its condition?”
“The baby is a full-term, male infant of uncertain descent, born approximately two hours ago. I detected a slight heart arrhythmia, so I’ll need to keep him under observation. He is slightly underweight, dehydrated, and malnourished. Miss Davis is feeding him a bottle of formula as we speak. He seems content and otherwise healthy, but I’ll know more after we run a few tests.”
The detective, busy writing in a notebook, paused to ask another question. “Do you think the child’s medical condition is severe enough to cause a parent to abandon the child?”
“The parent would have no way of knowing the health of the baby at birth. And he wasn’t born here, that I can assure you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Our last birth was just after midnight last night, a girl. This child was still sporting evidence of recent delivery and naked when Miss Davis found him.”
“Thank you, doctor. If we have any further questions, we’ll be in touch.”
“I’m here most days and staff has my number if it’s after hours.”
“Thank you.” Turning away from the doctor, Detective Grayson asked, “Are you Shana Davis?”
“Yes.”
“Can you tell us what happened?”
“Sure,” Shana said. “I went outside after my shift to take out the cafeteria trash for Jacob, who’s not feeling well, and I heard a mewling sound. I followed the sound to the Dumpster outside the kitchen, thinking it was a kitten stuck somewhere and couldn’t get free. Instead, I found this precious baby boy lying there, stark naked and whining pitifully. I gathered him up and held him close, rubbing his arms and legs and trying to get him warmed up some, but he’d stopped making any noise at all and seemed to be barely breathing. So I ran back inside for help.”
“What time did you find him?”
“Six fifteen.” She held the baby up to her shoulder, rubbing circles on his little back to help bring up any gas. Once he burped, she resumed feeding him.
“Why did you come all the way up here when the emergency unit is fully equipped to deal with this kind of thing?”
Shana felt her face warm and avoided looking at the doctor as she answered. “I’d just been up here to pick up dinner trays, and I’d seen Dr. Daniels. He’s the head of neonatal, you know?”
“No, I didn’t know. Thank you for that information.” He jotted the information in his notebook. “Continue.”
“Well, who better to check the baby? I never even thought of going to emerg, just stopped in the kitchen long enough to grab a towel to cover the babe and rushed straight here.” She held the baby up to her shoulder again. He’d finished his bottle, and she needed to get another burp out of him before settling him in the bassinet the nurse had ready.
“Would you show us where you found the baby?”
A loud burp had everyone smiling pleasantly at the little guy.
“Sure.” She rose with the baby in her arms and walked over to the bassinet in the corner. Ever so gently, like a piece of fine china, she laid him down to sleep. “Sleep well, precious baby. You’re in good hands now.”
Shana straightened and realized the doctor had silently moved behind her. He’d heard her whispered words. Embarrassed, she strode to the door and said, “Good-bye, Dr. Daniels.” To the officers, she said, “Follow me.”
But before she could make her escape, the doctor called her name. “Miss Davis.”
She spun around, her heart hammering. Had she done something wrong? “Yes, Doctor?”
“You have my permission to visit the baby whenever you can.”
She could’ve hugged him she felt so happy. “Thank you, Doctor. I’ll do that.”
“Miss Davis, would you mind going with Detective Farrier and showing him where you found the child? I’ll join you downstairs shortly. I just have a couple more questions for the doctor.”
“Sure, but I have to leave for home soon or I’ll miss my bus.”
“Then let’s get going, Miss Davis. This won’t take long,” said Detective Farrier as he ushered her from the room.
***
Detective Grayson closed the door and turned toward him.
“No,” said Kagan.
“I don’t believe I’ve asked the question yet. What, exactly are you saying no to?”
“At first, I wondered if the child was hers, but a quick check while she was feeding the baby confirmed that her shift started at eight o’clock this morning. There’s no way.”
“Could she be helping a friend?”
“Maybe, but I doubt it. Apparently she’s known for finding strays.”
“Well, I’d say this time she found more than she bargained for.”
“So it would seem. Lucky for the little guy that she cared enough to search.”
“Very lucky. Thank you, Doctor. I’ll be in touch.”
Kagan watched the detective leave, then crossed to the bassinet. “You are one very lucky boy. Who tossed you away? And why? If it’s a medical condition they thought you inherited, I’ll find out. Rest assured, little one. As Shana said, you are in good hands.”
He stood there a few minutes longer, watching the baby sleep. His breathing seemed fine, but he’d have the staff keep a close eye on him, just in case. Kagan thought of the pretty cafeteria worker who’d found him. Was she really as honest and caring as she seemed? Time would tell.
***
The police had finished with her for the moment, so Shana ventured back to the maternity ward. Dr. Daniels sat at the nurses’ station, filling out a chart, but she interrupted to ask the one question that had been worrying her.
“Dr. Daniels, what you said to the police about the baby’s heart, is he going to be okay?”
He looked up from his notes to where she stood, wringing her hands nervously. He smiled. “The child is fine, and we’ll keep a close watch on him.”
“I need to catch my bus, but if it’s okay, I’d like to see Baby J one more time.”
“Baby J? Why do you think he’s a J?” Kagan asked.
“I figured they’d tag him with John Doe, but it seems too grown up for an infant, so I shortened it to J.”
“You’re taking this a little personally, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, well, it’s one of my bad habits. I can’t let anything or anyone defenseless go unprotected.” She smiled in embarrassment, feeling overexposed. She’d shared a weakness with someone who wouldn’t know how much she hated showing weakness to anyone.
Shuffled as she was between different foster homes during her childhood made her guard every part of herself, except with her adoptive, animal family. Baby J, however, made her feel courageous, ready to do battle on his behalf. The tiny child had no one to protect him or fight for him, and she felt the desire to do both welling up inside her.
Dr. Daniels nodded his assent and went back to his chart. Shana let herself into the nursery, smiled at the nurse on duty, and found the bassinet where Baby J was sleeping. She felt her heart lodge in her throat as she watched over the little bundle wrapped snug in a blanket sleeping peacefully. She leaned over and touched her fingers to her lips with a kiss, then placed it on the baby’s soft cheek. “I’ll be back to see you tomorrow, Baby J. Sleep, precious boy.”
***
He’d been right; she was quite beautiful in an earthy kind of way. Her blonde hair glimmered with golden streaks under the glare of the fluorescent lighting. Kagan watched from the doorway as the woman treated the baby in such a loving manner. He felt his chest tighten in response. She was one of those rare people who were real nurturers, unlike his own mother or even his ex-wife.
Shana left the nursery, and he went back to his desk. Never again would he be the victim of some selfish woman’s plotting for a wealthy husband or his mother’s evil matchmaking. He’d be better off staying single forever than to experience the pain of knowing his wife aborted his child to get even for not giving her something she wanted.
He shook his head in disgust. Enough self-pity. Time to get back to work. He had a cesarean section scheduled later in the evening and needed to stop mooning over the kind of woman he thought he should have had in his life. The face of the little cafeteria worker popped into his head and he admitted not all woman were manipulative.
The elevator door swooshed open, and a new arrival caused his thoughts to focus on the medical needs of the maternity ward during a full moon.
***
She was late getting back to her apartment because she’d missed her usual bus, and Shana’s hungry pets greeted her when she opened the door.
“Okay, guys. I’m on it. Dinner will be ready in a minute.” Both cats wrapped themselves around her legs, making it difficult to walk. As she dropped her purse and book bag on the couch on her way to the kitchen, she saw her cats had started shredding the side of the sofa again.
“You guys need to act like you’re house-trained.” The scolding fell on deaf ears as the cats continued to trail her all the way to the kitchen. They promptly jumped up on the counter as if to rush her in serving their food. She had to hide the bag of cat food in the cupboard above the sink to keep them out of it after having come home to a mess all over her kitchen floor one day. They’d been used to rummaging for food before she took them in.
She’d found Shalimar, an overweight tabby, in the alley behind the bus stop. She’d gotten her paw caught in a mousetrap while foraging for food. Once she freed the cat’s paw, Shay had followed her home. A car had hit Rex, a large orange tom. She’d taken him to the vet, brought him home to nurse him back to health, and he’d never left.
After feeding the cats and making a sandwich for herself, Shana went into the living room to grab her books. Tomorrow she had a test to take at school, followed by a double shift at the cafeteria doing patient-tray delivery and running the cash register. She hoped to have a chance to visit Baby J and maybe see Dr. Daniels again.
Even though he was way out of her league, she still couldn’t seem to get thoughts of him out of her head, especially the gentle way he handled Baby J. Shana’s greatest wish was to be a wife and mother, to have her own family, to be loved. That she would never have those things was also her greatest fear.
After she finished studying, she got ready for bed and crawled between the sheets, sleep claiming her almost immediately.
She dreamed of Dr. Daniels. Could clearly see his handsome, tanned features, serious amber eyes and wavy brown hair with its blond highlights. His shoulders were broad, and his hands so gentle.
They were beautiful hands, resembling those of a concert pianist. They slowly undressed her, and she felt herself blush, her inexperience showing even in a dream. After waking several times during the night, embarrassed by her vivid imaginings, she almost hoped she didn’t run into the alluring doctor at the hospital later that day.
***
Kagan finished the paperwork on the C-section and went to look in on Baby J. After hearing Shana give him a name, it was hard to go back to just calling him the baby. What kind of world was it where a mother would do such a thing? She’d left a tiny human being defenseless and alone. He wanted to believe her intention was to leave the baby on hospital property to take advantage of the new law. It stated parents of any baby less than a month old left on hospital property would be free from prosecution for endangerment or abandonment. He shook his head, wondering what that said about humanity when they needed a law that helped parents to not abuse, neglect, or kill their young?
When he entered the nursery, he saw five bassinets with their bundles all swaddled in hospital receiving blankets. The third one over was Baby J, and he looked about ready to wake for another feeding. He stared at the tiny bow mouth as it yawned and trembled in the beginnings of a cry for food. He’s so sweet and innocent. Kagan felt a strong pull toward the child. This precious little boy will need a parent. Just maybe…?
No, what was he thinking? As a doctor, he worked all hours of the day and night. He couldn’t take care of an infant. He needed to shake off his dreams of becoming a father…part of a loving family. Still, he looked again at the tiny baby now cradled in a nurse’s arms taking his bottle, and he felt the old longing.
With regret, he turned his back on the child and headed for the elevator to the parking garage. Tomorrow he’d take a closer look at J and order an MRI and chest X-rays. His blood work should be back by then as well.
Once home, Kagan heated a frozen pizza and placed a mixed country CD on the stereo, turning the music down low. He poured a glass of Chardonnay, its amber color reminding him of Shana’s glorious mane of hair, and realized how much he wanted to see her again. He thought of how helpful she’d been at the baby massage seminar and reflected on her appearance in that awful uniform tonight. He would never have recognized her, except for the hair, yet he’d always been attracted to blondes.
He’d stop by the cafeteria tomorrow and give her an update on Baby J. He smiled, thinking about the pleasure he felt when talking with her, and realized he wanted to know more about her. Why did she work in the cafeteria while taking classes in physical therapy plus doing her internship? Where did she find the time?
She must not be in a serious relationship. She wouldn’t have time for it. And the thought pleased him way too much. There could be a live-in boyfriend, but that thought didn’t please him at all. He’d have to see her, talk to her, and find out. It had been a long time since a female had captured his interest. Shana seemed so different from the women he knew. He looked forward to seeing her again.
***
A loud banging on her apartment door woke Shana faster than an alarm going off. She shot out of bed with her pulse racing. She’d learned early on to pay attention to sounds and be ready for anything. It was a survival mechanism from being in the system. She stumbled to the door, picking up her Louieville Slugger from the umbrella stand on her way. Looking through the peephole, she couldn’t see anything.
“Who’s there?” Shana heard a faint whisper that sounded like Maria down the hall. She opened the door as far as the safety chain would allow, and there was Maria with baby Louie beside her on the floor. She looked a mess! Her face was battered and bleeding, a sharp contrast to the beautiful baby sleeping peacefully next to her in his car seat. Shana closed the door to remove the chain, and quickly opened it again to kneel beside her friend.
“Maria, what happened?”
“Joe came home drunk, and the baby was crying,” the woman whispered in explanation, her voice quivering. “When he passed out, I got out of there.”
“Don’t talk, just come in and let me take a look. Okay?” Shana gently helped Maria to her feet, slung the diaper bag over her arm, grabbed the infant carrier, and supported her friend as they walked the short distance to her beat-up but sturdy secondhand sofa.
“Here, I’ll put Louie on the couch so I can take a look at you.” Shana placed the baby next to Maria and put some pillows on either side of the car seat so it wouldn’t roll. Satisfied Louie was safe, she turned to look closely at her neighbor.
“I’ve got a first-aid kit in the bathroom. I’ll get it and be right back.” She pulled the kit out of the bathroom cupboard and gripped the sink, taking a deep breath. Once she’d obtained a measure of calm, she walked back to her tiny living room and started cleaning the woman’s small cuts. She activated the chemical ice pack, and Shalimar chose that moment to explore the intruders. Hopping onto the back of the couch, the cat stared in haughty disdain at the new occupants.
“Ignore Shay. She’s a little uppity,” Shana said as a way to break the tension. She didn’t want to ask any questions her friend wasn’t ready to answer.
“I’m leaving him this time, Shana. He was ready to harm my baby, and I won’t allow that. I knew in that moment it was too late to salvage our relationship.” With those words, Maria silently allowed the tears to roll down her face.
“Look, I’ll make up a bed on the couch for you and one on the chair for Louie. You can stay here until you figure out what you’re going to do, but I think you need to be checked by a doctor.”
“I don’t want a doctor. I’m always fine after a good night’s sleep. Thanks for letting us stay. I appreciate it.”
“What are friends for? Do you want anything for the pain?”
“No, thank you.”
Shana knew Maria’s pride was asserting itself, making her try to act strong, but inside she must be suffering. Joe had promised to stop drinking, but obviously, that hadn’t happened. Shana felt bad for the couple. She’d had a foster family like them. When Joe was sober, he was a great guy, but when he drank, he was as different as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. “You can stay here for as long as you need to. We’ll work something out.”
“Thank you, my friend.”
Shana noticed a large lump near Maria’s left temple. It wasn’t as noticeable as the other injuries, but she knew it could prove to be the most dangerous. “Maria, this bump on your head has me concerned.”
“That’s the only bump not inflicted by Joe. I got it while trying to get out of the apartment. In my haste, I tripped on the baby’s rug and fell onto a corner of the crib.”
“You may have a concussion. I’m not a medical professional, but it should be checked.”
“I can’t go to a doctor now.”
“Why not?” Shana asked, wondering how she could convince her.
“Look at me! I’m a mess! And who would watch Louie?”
“You’re a woman who’s been battered. They don’t expect you to look pretty after an episode like that. I can watch Louie while you’re being examined.”
Maria opened her mouth to say something when she started to gag.
Shana ran to her tiny kitchen and fetched the trash can.
“Maria, you have to go to the hospital!” Shana called a cab and checked Maria again, then put an ice pack on her swollen eye and lip. She grabbed the diaper bag and said, “Keep talking to me so I know you haven’t fallen asleep. I’ve heard it’s not good to go to sleep with a concussion.”
The taxi buzzed her apartment when it was waiting downstairs, and Shana picked up Louie. Bless his little soul; the baby was still sleeping soundly in his car seat. She carried him with one hand, the diaper bag slung over her shoulder so she could help Maria to the elevator and down to the waiting taxi. Maria wasn’t arguing anymore, which showed just how bad off she really was. Normally, Maria was too proud to let anyone see she needed help.
It was almost 6:00 a.m. when the taxi pulled up to the emergency entrance. The nurse on duty handed them several forms to fill out and showed them to an examination room. The doctor talked soothingly to Maria as he checked her cuts and bruises, after which an orderly collected her for X-rays and an MRI. Louie was waking up, so Shana took him into the bathroom, changed him, and warmed his bottle. As she walked back to the waiting room, she bumped into none other than Dr. Daniels.
“Excuse me.”
“Pardon me,” he said, grasping her arms to steady her and the car seat. She’d already been a little off balance carrying both the seat and the diaper bag. She saw Kagan look down at the baby with a perplexed look on his face.
“Have you started moonlighting as a stork? Don’t tell me you found this one in the hospital garage, because it’s been less than twenty-four hours since I saw you bring in Baby J.”
His teasing was the exact balm needed to calm her worried soul. As she looked into his concerned eyes, she couldn’t help wishing he could provide a steadying hand forever.

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Warning: Sexual content

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2 comments on “99 Cent Sale!

  • What a wonderfully thoughtful way to lift winter-weary spirits; thank you, Lorraine, especially as this is one of your best books–not that it’s easy to choose. 🙂 We too seem to be having an early spring with, knock on wood, very little in the way of snow this winter. But, as you said, February is the most capricious of the months, and she isn’t ready to leave the stage yet! Here’s to you and everyone else making it through the rest of winter happily and safely–and this book certainly helps with the happy part!

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