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THE MIDWIFE’S GLASS SLIPPER

“Do you want children of your own someday?” Jared asked.

“I do,” she answered truthfully, but then realised she didn’t have to bear an infant to be a mother. She’d be perfectly happy mothering Jared’s daughters.

The thought stopped her cold. She hadn’t realised she was falling for Jared so completely. Or how his twins had captured her heart.

She’d better not weave fantasies and dreams. He didn’t want an involvement. She shouldn’t take the risk.

Just then, Jared’s pager went off. He checked the number. “It’s my mother’s surgeon. I’m going to go outside to call.”

She watched Jared as he hurried into the anteroom. Dreams of wedding bells and lace with a partner who was tender and passionate and who loved with all his heart could never come true for her. At thirty-two, she was too old to believe in fairy tales.

Wasn’t she?

BEST FOR THE BABY

“Zack. I’ve missed having you in my life so much.”

Alaina smelled wonderful, as though she wore some delightful cologne, but he knew it was just her. Some invisible scent he had carried in his mind for years.

His chest expanded with excitement as he pulled her even nearer. He searched her face for some sign that he should turn her loose. He could not see one.

“Zack –”

“Shh.” He brought a finger to his lips. “Don’t say anything.”

Swept by desire, Zack lowered his mouth to hers. All the pain and frustration and longing of years past were channelled into his kiss.

Alaina’s lips were warm, welcoming. Sweet. A craving for more of her, for all of her, roared into his head, blocking out everything else.

He deepened the kiss. He did not want to stop. He couldn’t.

There was no other woman in the world he wanted to kiss more than Alaina Tillman. And this moment would be a fair price to pay for whatever came later.