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Shane drove Jillian straight to the Brighton Valley Medical Center and followed the sign to the emergency room.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, as he pulled into a parking space.

“I’m okay.” She glanced out the window at the white stucco building, then rubbed her belly. “It’s feeling a little better now. It’s probably nothing.”

“Maybe, but it won’t hurt to have you checked out by a doctor.”

After Shane parked, he slid out from behind the wheel, circled the pickup and opened Jillian’s door. Then he took her hand and held it until they entered the E.R. and Jillian was directed to a triage area, where a nurse determined which patients needed to be seen first.

While Jillian explained her pain and the details of her pregnancy, Shane scanned the waiting room, which didn’t appear to be especially busy today, thank goodness.

He couldn’t count the number of times he’d experienced busy E.R.’s in Houston, when he’d brought a perp or a victim in for treatment. And he knew that some patients waited for hours to be seen.

Shane figured it wouldn’t hurt to remind the nurse what was at stake, what could go wrong. “Under the circumstances, since she’s pregnant and might be in premature labor, she’ll see a doctor right away, won’t she?”

“No,” the triage nurse said. “We’ll be sending her up to the obstetrical floor. They’re better equipped to examine and treat her up there. Just give me a minute or two, and we’ll have an orderly take her upstairs in a wheelchair.”

Shane gave Jillian’s hand a gentle squeeze, hoping she felt as relieved as he did at the news.

“In fact,” the nurse added, “why don’t you take a seat in the waiting room for a few minutes? It won’t be long.”

After a clerk from the reception desk took Jillian’s insurance information, they released her to find a chair with the others who waited with hacking coughs, stomachaches and visible wounds.

It seemed like ages, but was probably only a matter of minutes, before a tall, slender nurse with black spiky hair called Jillian’s name. Five minutes later, after an elevator ride and a trip down several corridors, they arrived in the obstetrical unit, where Jillian was assigned to an exam room. After her vitals were taken, she was given a gown and told to undress.

Thinking she would probably want some privacy, Shane said, “I’ll wait outside.”

He’d hoped she might stop him, which would mean that their friendship—or whatever their relationship was—had made a turn of some kind, growing stronger and more intimate than before. Yet she let him leave.

The nurse followed him out, but they didn’t have to wait long. Once Jillian had changed out of her street clothes, he and the nurse returned to the room.

When the two of them were left alone, he asked, “So how are you feeling now?”

“Better. In fact, I’m afraid I might have made a bigger deal out of those pains than I should have.”

“Don’t worry about that. This is just a precaution.”

Moments later, they were introduced to Dr. Selena Ramirez, the resident obstetrician, an attractive woman of average height. She was young—probably only in her late twenties or early thirties, with expressive green eyes and a reassuring smile.

After asking Jillian about the pain she’d had, the doctor had her lie back on the table while she pressed on her stomach to feel the size of her uterus. Then she reached for a pair of gloves, explaining that she would need to give her an internal exam.

“I’ll be right outside,” Shane said, as he stepped into the hall again, leaned against the wall and waited next to the door.

Being on an obstetrical floor—the smell, the sound of a newborn’s cry, the happy smiles of pregnant women or new mothers walking the halls—caused memories of Marcia’s pregnancy to surface.

Shane had been thrilled to learn he was going to be a father. He’d always adored his many nieces and nephews, and had been glad to know that his child would soon be a part of the happy-go-lucky Hollister brood.

He’d also hoped and prayed that having a baby would make his wife happy and more content to stay married. But by the time Joey had taken his first steps, Marcia again asked for a divorce. At that point, Shane had finally been ready to throw in the marital towel, too. The only thing that had torn him up was the fact he wouldn’t see his son on a daily basis.

To make matters worse, Marcia met another man and moved to Arizona with him, taking their son with her.

Of course, Shane had objected, but she’d argued that a baby needed its mother, and that he had no right to stop her from being happy. So he’d reluctantly let her go and poured himself into his work, seeing Joey as often as he could.

“Code Blue—Neonatal Nursery.”

The overhead announcement of an emergency affecting one of the newborns sent a chill through Shane, along with an unexpected wave of fresh grief.

After Joey’s death, as one day stretched into the next, the only thing that had kept him going had been his family and his job. Then, one day, his temper and his grief had gotten the best of him.

He and Sylvia Dominguez, his partner, had been hunting day and night for Lyle Bailey, a suspected child kidnapper who’d killed his latest victim. Knowing the details of the crime had served to make Shane focus on nothing else but prohibiting the perp from hurting another child, destroying another family.

Following a lead, he and his partner had found him holed up in a woodshed behind a house, and when Lyle had tried to run, Shane had tackled him to the ground. He could have held him there, locking on a pair of handcuffs, but for some reason, Shane had snapped and hit the guy a couple of times, something he’d never done before.

It had been the first—and only—time he’d ever felt so out of control.

Bailey’s attorney had filed police brutality charges against the department, and Shane was suspended from duty with pay. Internal Affairs finally let him off with a warning. But after that incident, his job no longer helped to keep his mind off his troubles and his grief.

So he’d taken a leave of absence, left town and eventually ended up in Brighton Valley, where he found work on Dan Walker’s ranch. “Code Blue—canceled.”

Thank God. He hated to think of any parents having to go through what he’d gone through.

Now here he was, expecting another child and no closer to having the happy family he’d always wanted.

“You can come back now,” the nurse said to him from behind the slightly opened door.

When Shane entered the exam room, Dr. Ramirez explained that there was no sign of labor.

“Sometimes, one of the ligaments that holds the uterus in place is pulled. So that’s probably what happened today.” She turned to Jillian, who was sitting up on the exam table. “Why don’t you go home and take it easy tonight. But give me a call if that pain comes back.”

Jillian seemed to be okay with both the diagnosis and the instructions, so Shane was, too.

Not that he wasn’t still worried about her and the baby.

“There’s just one more thing I’d like to do,” Dr. Ramirez said. “If you’ll lie back on the table, we’ll give you a sonogram and double-check to make sure everything is okay on the inside.”

Shane was about to excuse himself and leave the room, just as he’d done before, but he wanted to see the baby—his baby.

If Jillian had any objections to him staying in the room, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she lay down on the exam table.

As the nurse wheeled in a machine, Dr. Ramirez lifted Jillian’s gown, then squeezed out a dab of gel and smeared it on her rounded belly.

As the sonogram began, the doctor studied the screen. And so did Shane. Just like the time Marcia had the very same test run, he was intrigued by the image of the growing child in the mother’s womb.

“The baby looks good,” Dr. Ramirez said. “Strong heartbeat, healthy umbilical cord.”

“Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?” Jillian asked.

“It’s…” the doctor said, as she zeroed in on the screen, “…a girl.”

A girl.

As much as Shane had missed Joey, as often as he’d imagined himself coaching a Little League team or taking his son fishing at the lake, the thought of a girl nearly took the breath out of him.

He hadn’t wanted to replace Joey. He’d just hoped to recover those paternal feelings, like pride and love. And with the doctor’s announcement that it appeared as though his daughter was healthy, all those hopes and dreams came rushing back to him.

Without giving it a thought, he bent down, placed his lips near Jillian’s ear and whispered, “Are you okay with us having a girl?”

Jillian looked up at him and smiled. As their gazes met and locked, happy tears overflowed and streamed down her face, convincing him that she wasn’t just cool with it, she was over the moon.

“What about you?” she asked. “Are you up to being the daddy of a little girl?”

He smiled, then brushed a kiss on her brow. “Absolutely. As long as she’s as pretty as you.”

For a moment, everything seemed perfect, and Shane couldn’t help thinking that life would be beautiful this time around.

How could it not be?

At least, as long as Jillian agreed to let Shane be involved in his daughter’s life.

Once Shane had gotten Jillian home and comfortable, he went downstairs to Caroline’s Diner and ordered dinner to go—the pot roast and apple pie that the sign claimed the sheriff had eaten.

Shane had plenty of stuff in the pantry, as well as the refrigerator, to cook for dinner. But he didn’t want Jillian to even think about getting up or helping out. She was reclining on the sofa, with her feet up on a stack of pillows, the television remote in her hands.

Now, as he took a seat at an empty table near the front of the diner, he waited for Margie to bring out his order.

He’d been more than relieved to know that Jillian’s pain hadn’t been an indication of preterm labor and that the baby—a girl, imagine that—appeared to be healthy.

Jillian had mentioned on the way home that she’d really liked Dr. Ramirez. In fact, she thought the Brighton Valley obstetrician had spent more time with her than the doctor she had back in Houston.

Shane wondered if there was any chance she might want to switch obstetricians and stay in town until she delivered. He sure hoped so.

When the front door of the diner opened, he looked up to see Sheriff Jennings enter. He lit up when he spotted Shane, moseyed up to him and reached out his right arm in greeting.

“How’s it going?” Shane asked, as the two men shook hands.

“Not bad.” Sam folded his arms around his ample belly and grinned. “You’re just the guy I wanted to see.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s up?”

“I told you about my buddy Charlie Boswell, the fire chief who just retired.”

“Yes, you mentioned that he was taking his wife on a cruise of some kind.”

“He’s also been getting in a lot of fishing lately, something I haven’t had time to do since last August.”

“Sounds like the life to me,” Shane said.

“Me, too. In fact, Caroline and I were talking last night, and she asked how I felt about retiring. I’d never expected to turn in my badge, thinking they’d have to pry it from my hands. But I thought about it all night long, and when morning came around, I started to make a list of all the things I’d do if I had a little time off.”

“So why’d you want to talk to me?”

“Well, now I’m not saying that I’ve made up my mind. But if I did decide to give up my position here in town, how would you feel about taking my place—even if it was just in the interim?”

“Until a permanent sheriff could be found?”

Sam nodded. “I’d have to talk to the county commission, but they were impressed with the help you gave me on that burglary case. I’m sure they’d appoint you in a heartbeat.”

“I honestly don’t know,” Shane said. Thing was, if he agreed, even for a while, he’d be leaving Dan in the lurch. And that didn’t sit well with him. Besides, he really liked working on the ranch. But there was a part of him that missed police work, and he didn’t want to be too quick to decline the offer. “I’d have to think about it, I guess.”

“You do that,” Sam said, before waving at some people in the rear of the restaurant and heading over to join them, leaving Shane to his thoughts.

If he had reason to believe that Jillian would consider settling in the valley, if there was any future for them together, he’d need to find some kind of job that provided health benefits.

Of course, if she insisted upon living in Houston, he was going to be in a real quandary. Because with each passing day he spent in a small town, he became more and more convinced that he’d never want to return to life in the big city.

But what if Jillian decided Brighton Valley would never be her cup of tea? Where would that leave them?

Right back in the same place he and Marcia had once been. And Shane couldn’t figure out what he’d do this time around.

As Jillian climbed from the shower and dried off with one of Shane’s white, fluffy towels, she glanced at her image in the mirror. Her tummy seemed to be growing bigger every day, but the baby wasn’t anywhere near ready to be born. She was so glad when Dr. Ramirez told her that everything was going well, that the baby wasn’t going to come early and that…

I’m going to have a little girl.

Her heart had filled to the brim with love for the child she’d yet to meet, and Shane seemed to be pleased at the news, as well. In fact, he’d been so supportive during yesterday’s health scare that it was difficult not to believe that he truly cared about her and the baby.

But was he insisting upon being a part of the baby’s life because he hoped their baby would replace the little boy he lost?

She certainly hoped that wasn’t the case.

There were other things to consider when it came to contemplating any kind of life together—love for one thing, and loyalty for another.

Sure, a healthy sexual relationship was important—and it wouldn’t be a problem for them. But there was more to life than sex.

After slipping on her cotton gown, she went into the living area of Shane’s small apartment and waited for him to bring dinner upstairs. While she had the chance, she picked up her cell phone and dialed her grand mother’s number.

“Hi, Gram. I just called to say hello.”

“I’m so glad you did.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Jillian asked, concerned at the hoarse sound of Gram’s familiar voice. “It sounds as though you might be coming down with a cold.”

“I have a scratchy throat and a bit of a cough, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. How are things going? Are you okay? You really don’t know that man very well.”

“He’s a nice guy, Gram. You have nothing to worry about.”

There was no need to tell her about the visit to the E.R. today, especially since it had proved to be no big deal.

“Is he treating you well?”

“Shane’s been a perfect gentleman.” In fact, he’d been…wonderful.

“He hasn’t tried to take advantage of you, has he?”

On the contrary. “He’s been very sweet and respectful.” In fact, he’d been everything Jillian could have hoped for.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Gram said. “Since the two of you will be having a child together, it’s important that you be friends.”

That was true. And little did Gram know, Jillian would be sleeping with that “friend” in an hour or so.

Of course, the doctor had said to take it easy, so there was no chance that they’d end up having sex tonight. But would they eventually become lovers again while she was staying with him?

Just the thought sent a delicious shiver that pooled low and warm in the depths of her.

It was still too soon to tell if they would pick up where they’d left off, she supposed—even though it would be incredibly easy to succumb to temptation.

Maybe she should make an extra effort to stay strong. Their relationship as friends and coparents was going to be difficult enough, especially with them living two hours away from each other. Trying to be sometimes lovers, too…?

That might be too much to handle.

Would Shane consider moving back to Houston? If so, could something permanent work out between them?

“When will you be coming home?” Gram asked, her graveled voice reminding Jillian that she might be sicker than she’d let on.

“I’d planned to stay two weeks, which is right before my next appointment with Dr. Allan.” Jillian had been looking forward to that appointment, since she wanted to make sure the baby was healthy, that her pregnancy was going well. But she’d just had confirmation from Dr. Ramirez that the baby—her daughter—was growing as expected, that all seemed to be fine.

For a moment, she wanted to share the news with Gram. But that would mean she’d have to admit to having that pain earlier today, and Jillian didn’t want to worry her any more than necessary.

“I assume you asked Dr. Allan for permission to travel,” Gram said.

“Yes, he was fine with it.”

Dr. Allan was one of many doctors in a large and prestigious obstetrical group in Houston, although Jillian sometimes got the feeling that his practice was too big, that he was too busy and rushed her appointments.

Dr. Ramirez, on the other hand, had been both thorough and reassuring. Maybe it was because she was a woman herself and was more nurturing by nature. It was hard to say.

Gram coughed into the phone, then apologized.

“I don’t like the sound of that cough,” Jillian said. “Have you called the doctor?”

“Not yet.”

As heavy, booted footsteps thumped on the stairway outside, Jillian realized Shane had returned with dinner.

“Listen, Gram. I have to go. But promise me you’ll see the doctor if you’re not feeling better in the morning. And that you’ll call me, either way.”

“I will, honey. Don’t worry about me.”

It was hard not to. Gram had not only raised Jillian, but she was the only family she had left.

After the line disconnected, she set her cell phone on the lamp table, then met Shane at the door. As he scanned the length of her, his gaze zeroed in on her breasts.

Oops. The thin cotton fabric of her white cotton gown was probably a little more see-through than she’d realized.

As his gaze lifted and met hers, a shot of awareness rushed through her. For a moment, she was tempted to let her hormones take the lead, but it was the maternal hormones that kicked into play and insisted she heed them.

What if having sex caused that pain to return? What if Dr. Ramirez was wrong about it being something minor?

So in spite of wishing things were different, she tried to put a platonic spin on things.

“So what did the sheriff eat tonight?” she asked.

“Pot roast with all the fixings and apple pie.”

As Shane set out the food on the table, he asked, “How do you feel about going for a little drive tomorrow?”

“Where?”

“I thought I’d take you to Wexler. There’s a store that sells baby stuff. And since we know the baby’s going to be a girl, I thought it might be fun to check things out.”

Jillian hadn’t planned to purchase anything until she got back to Houston, since it wouldn’t do her any good to buy things in Brighton Valley and haul them home—or have them shipped. But it might be nice to see what was available and to get some decorating ideas.

“Sure, that sounds like fun.” As she started for the table, where he’d set out their meal, he looked up, his gaze again sketching over her.

With the light behind her, she suspected that he was taking in every curve of her body, from her breasts, to her hips, to her belly. And while she really ought to be a little concerned by the raw hunger in his eyes, she felt a sense of feminine power, too.

Of course, as heady as that was and as tempted as she was to make love to him again and experience all the passion she’d felt in his arms, that wasn’t going to do her any good this evening, when she was determined to follow the doctor’s orders about taking it easy.