delicate bumps of her spine and layer soft kisses over her waist...
He shoved a hand through his hair. No sense getting all worked up. He wasn’t required to donate sperm.
“Come this way.” A uniformed nurse—or someone dressed like a nurse—ushered them through a door behind the reception desk. This whole situation gave him the creeps.
Who knew what they were going to do with his private biological information? Maybe he’d end up accused of some crime or discover he carried the gene for a terminal illness.
“Sit here, sir.”
He lowered himself into the plastic chair and held his head high as the nurse stuck a long cotton swab into this mouth and rubbed it against his cheek. “All done.”
“That’s it?” he asked, adrenaline pumping.
That’s all it took to change a life? To ruin it, even? It didn’t seem right.
Still, he knew what the results would say. No reason to worry.
He looked at Susannah, slim and lovely and nervous as a hungry cat, twisting her fingers and toying with the skirt of her dress.
The nurse left the room with the sample.
Amado didn’t take his eyes off Susannah. “Let’s go eat lunch.”
“I should head for the airport. I need to get back to New York.”
So easy for her to just leave. Clearly, leaving was part of her modus operandi in life. Dust off her hands, and move on.
He wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. “You can’t go until we have the results.”
“Why not?”
“Because I might pay off the lab to get the results I want.” He narrowed his eyes.
“You couldn’t. They have a stellar reputation.”
He cocked his head. “Any man, or woman...has their price.” He glanced meaningfully at the door. Which opened to admit the brisk blond nurse.
“All under way. We should have results in five days.”
“Five days?” Amado rose to his feet, almost knocking over the chair.
“That’s our minimum period of time for accurate analysis.” The nurse shuffled a stack of papers. “We’ll call and let you know when the results are in.”
Amado glared at Susannah. She was heading back to her ordinary life and leaving him to deal with the fallout from the tests. Resentment tangled with unspent desire in his chest.
“What time is your plane?”
“I’ll take the first plane I can board to Santiago, Chile. My flight for New York leaves from there tonight.” Susannah followed the nurse out the door into the waiting area.
“You had your ticket booked the whole time? You must have been very sure of getting your sample.”
The nurse glanced back at him. Most likely she thought Susannah was collecting his DNA to prove paternity of their child. It rankled him that anyone could think of him as the kind of cad who’d dispute such a thing.
“I was hopeful.” Susannah avoided his glance as she thanked the receptionist and paid by credit card.
Of course, she couldn’t have suspected he’d persuade her to sleep with him.
Could she?
A growing sense of panic gripped Susannah as Amado pulled into a parking space at the airport.
He lifted her suitcase from the trunk. “You’ll come back when the new Malbec is ready?” He looked toward the terminal as if he didn’t care one way or the other.
Likely it would be an inconvenience for him if she came back. Awkward and embarrassing. He’d have enjoyed several more encounters with visiting females by then. Possibly he’d have forgotten her.
She didn’t want to look like she cared, either.
“I’d love to, but I’m afraid it depends upon my schedule. I have a series of trips to Europe and South Africa over the upcoming months.”
She did her best to sound businesslike, talking about Tierra de Oro’s projected production and Hardcastle’s possible orders. Of course, she had no idea if any of it would come to fruition. Likely the DNA test and its resultant emotional fall out would determine Tarrant’s order one way or the other.
Did she regret what she’d done?
A little. She had a strange sense of having
He shoved a hand through his hair. No sense getting all worked up. He wasn’t required to donate sperm.
“Come this way.” A uniformed nurse—or someone dressed like a nurse—ushered them through a door behind the reception desk. This whole situation gave him the creeps.
Who knew what they were going to do with his private biological information? Maybe he’d end up accused of some crime or discover he carried the gene for a terminal illness.
“Sit here, sir.”
He lowered himself into the plastic chair and held his head high as the nurse stuck a long cotton swab into this mouth and rubbed it against his cheek. “All done.”
“That’s it?” he asked, adrenaline pumping.
That’s all it took to change a life? To ruin it, even? It didn’t seem right.
Still, he knew what the results would say. No reason to worry.
He looked at Susannah, slim and lovely and nervous as a hungry cat, twisting her fingers and toying with the skirt of her dress.
The nurse left the room with the sample.
Amado didn’t take his eyes off Susannah. “Let’s go eat lunch.”
“I should head for the airport. I need to get back to New York.”
So easy for her to just leave. Clearly, leaving was part of her modus operandi in life. Dust off her hands, and move on.
He wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. “You can’t go until we have the results.”
“Why not?”
“Because I might pay off the lab to get the results I want.” He narrowed his eyes.
“You couldn’t. They have a stellar reputation.”
He cocked his head. “Any man, or woman...has their price.” He glanced meaningfully at the door. Which opened to admit the brisk blond nurse.
“All under way. We should have results in five days.”
“Five days?” Amado rose to his feet, almost knocking over the chair.
“That’s our minimum period of time for accurate analysis.” The nurse shuffled a stack of papers. “We’ll call and let you know when the results are in.”
Amado glared at Susannah. She was heading back to her ordinary life and leaving him to deal with the fallout from the tests. Resentment tangled with unspent desire in his chest.
“What time is your plane?”
“I’ll take the first plane I can board to Santiago, Chile. My flight for New York leaves from there tonight.” Susannah followed the nurse out the door into the waiting area.
“You had your ticket booked the whole time? You must have been very sure of getting your sample.”
The nurse glanced back at him. Most likely she thought Susannah was collecting his DNA to prove paternity of their child. It rankled him that anyone could think of him as the kind of cad who’d dispute such a thing.
“I was hopeful.” Susannah avoided his glance as she thanked the receptionist and paid by credit card.
Of course, she couldn’t have suspected he’d persuade her to sleep with him.
Could she?
A growing sense of panic gripped Susannah as Amado pulled into a parking space at the airport.
He lifted her suitcase from the trunk. “You’ll come back when the new Malbec is ready?” He looked toward the terminal as if he didn’t care one way or the other.
Likely it would be an inconvenience for him if she came back. Awkward and embarrassing. He’d have enjoyed several more encounters with visiting females by then. Possibly he’d have forgotten her.
She didn’t want to look like she cared, either.
“I’d love to, but I’m afraid it depends upon my schedule. I have a series of trips to Europe and South Africa over the upcoming months.”
She did her best to sound businesslike, talking about Tierra de Oro’s projected production and Hardcastle’s possible orders. Of course, she had no idea if any of it would come to fruition. Likely the DNA test and its resultant emotional fall out would determine Tarrant’s order one way or the other.
Did she regret what she’d done?
A little. She had a strange sense of having
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