The Doctor's Baby Secret by Scarlet Wilson Page A

pleasure of the view of rolling fields.
    She rested her head back and sipped her wine. There was a tiny speck in the distance. She watched carefully. The farmer and his workers were rarely around at this time of night—and if they were, they were usually in some kind of tractor.
    She kept her eyes on the figure. It wasn’t as if there were anything else to do. Her book was lying on the deck and she wasn’t a big fan of TV.
    She took another sip of her wine. It was definitely a guy and he was running at some pace. She frowned. This was a good way off the beaten track. Who on earth would be running out here?
    Her heart rate quickened a little. The runner was definitely heading in this direction. She wasn’t exactly dressed for guests. As soon as she got home from work the power suits were back on their hangers and she pulled on whatever she could find. Today’s wardrobe was an old pale pink T-shirt and even older skimpy pink shorts. Perfect for being home alone. Not so perfect for giving some lost runner directions.
    She pulled her feet down from the railing and leaned forward. Her eyes narrowed. Something about this runner was looking vaguely familiar. If he had a T-shirt it had disappeared. All she could see was the defined muscles on his chest and sculpted legs. Something prickled down her spine.
    No way. No way.
    But yes. The short dark hair and tall frame were definitely familiar. The biceps were even more familiar. She picked up her wine glass again and took a quick slug. What on earth was he doing out here?
    A tiny part of her brain tried to be rational. Maybe he was just out for a run and he’d got lost? This could all be some crazy kind of fate-ridden coincidence.
    Her body was flushed with heat. But she couldn’t make a single bit of sense of her thoughts. Was she angry? Curious? Or secretly delighted?
    He was getting closer. She could see the confident expression on his face. The smile was already there. Oh, this was definitely planned. Austin Mitchell didn’t get lost.
    She took a deep breath and stood up, trying her best to act cool, leaning on the railing and holding her wine glass in her hands as he slowed down.
    His whole body was glistening with sweat in the early evening sun. He pulled his T-shirt from its hiding place at the back of his shorts and wiped his face. His breathing was laboured. He hadn’t sneakily parked his car somewhere—from what she knew of Lieutenant Commander Mitchell he’d probably run from the actual base.
    She gave him a cool smile. ‘You seem to be lost, Lieutenant Commander Mitchell.’
    He looked around at her clapboard house. Was he searching for a husband? Kids? No. He would have done his homework before he showed up at her door. He probably was secure in the knowledge that no one had quite met up to her exacting standards so far.
    He was still breathing heavily. The cheeky grin was firmly in place. ‘So it seems. Nice place you got here.’
    Darn it. That rich drawl sent a wave of shivery delight down her spine. ‘I like it,’ she answered simply, doing her best to look cool even though every tiny hair on her skin was currently standing on end.
    He placed his hands on his hips and just kept staring at her. She was feeling a little self-conscious. The T-shirt was old enough to be a size too small, pulled tight across her breasts. The shorts? Could probably do with her tugging them back down. But she refused to be intimidated by him—even though he was standing in front of her with his perfectly sculpted chest resembling some kind of Greek god. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to remember why she’d told him he had to lose some muscle.
    â€˜I didn’t tell you where I live.’
    His comeback was just as quick. ‘I didn’t ask.’
    Now, she couldn’t help but start to smile. It seemed to be infectious whenever this guy was around. The cheek just radiated from him a mile high. On