The Doctor's Baby(19)
“I like you, David, you know that,” July said. “I have from the moment we met.”
She didn’t even need to close her eyes to remember how confident and self-assured—and yes, handsome—he’d looked that night. And the sizzle. Ah, who could forget the electricity….
“Do I hear a call for a truce somewhere in those words?” he teased, though his eyes were watchful.
July chewed her bite of sandwich and swallowed. “Truce.”
His blinding smile sent a warm rush of pleasure all the way to the tips of her toes.
“Now that we’ve got that settled—”
“Got what settled?”
July turned in her seat to find Granny Fern, David’s maternal grandmother, standing in the doorway. Not much taller than July, the woman had snow white hair, silver-rimmed eyeglasses and gorgeous skin. She seemed nice enough but was a tad too inquisitive and her assessing gaze made July uncomfortable. She’d never been around seniors and wasn’t sure what to expect from this octogenarian who was fiercely protective of her family.
Thankfully, for now, Granny’s attention was focused on her grandson. “Where’s your sister?”
“She’s picking up a prescription for Logan.” David rose and pulled out a chair for the older woman. “How’s he doing?”
“Sleeping…finally.” The older woman turned to July. Her hair might be white but those pale blue eyes missed little. “It sounds like you and David have settled your differences.”
July cast a sideways glance at David. “No differences.”
“That’s right. No differences,” David added.
“If you say so.” Granny’s tone was clearly skeptical.
“Would you like something to eat?” David asked, in an obvious attempt to change the subject. “Or drink?”
“I’m fine. You two continue your conversation,” Granny said. “You were talking about getting something settled?”
Adam’s cry was sweet music to July’s ears. She jumped up. “The baby’s awake.”
“Bring the child in here,” Granny urged. “He and I haven’t had a chance to get properly acquainted.”
July smiled, pleased by the woman’s interest. “I’ll be back in a second.”
But the second turned into minutes. Adam was wet. Though July was becoming more adept at diaper changes, she certainly wasn’t an expert. She forgot how little boys sprayed. Only after she’d gotten Adam cleaned up and had changed her own shirt did she return to the kitchen.
David was placing a steaming cup of hot tea in front of his grandmother when July walked through the door. He looked up when he heard her and smiled.
Granny held out her frail arms. “May I hold him?”
July hesitated. She’d planned to show her the baby, not hand him over. Still, she didn’t want to be an overprotective mother. If Granny was strong enough to tend to a two-year-old powerhouse like Logan, she could certainly handle a five-pound baby.#p#分页标题#e#
The baby had been in the older woman’s arms for less than a minute when Granny slipped off his cap. Then, with an intensity that filled July with unease, she spent almost a full minute studying his face. “It’s uncanny,” she said finally.
David took a bite of sandwich followed by a sip of milk.
Okay, maybe she should have left well enough alone but July was curious. “What’s uncanny?”
“Your baby looks exactly like David.” Granny tilted her head and met July’s gaze with an assessing look. “Is there any chance Adam could be his son?”
Chapter Seven
Ice replaced the blood in July’s veins.
David chuckled. “You think he’s mine just because he has dark hair?”
July exhaled the breath she’d been holding. Said that way, it did sound ridiculous.
“Dark hair with a hint of wave,” Granny said, refusing to back down. “And a widow’s peak.”
The bite of sandwich that had been sliding quite nicely down July’s throat stopped. To her horror, she began to cough.
David began to rise from his seat but July waved him down. She grabbed the glass of milk and chugged it. So much for keeping her cool. Finally when she could breathe normally again, July managed to reply. “Where were we? Oh yes, widow’s peak since he’s a boy. I’ve worked with many people who had them. Seems to be fairly common.”
“Did you now?” Granny took a sip of tea, not appearing impressed. “You don’t have a widow’s peak. Anyone in your family have one?”
July shifted in her seat. “Not that I know of.”