before mumbling something about calling her doctor and promptly pulling a disappearing act on her, which had lasted for five hours, thirty-two minutes and fifteen seconds, said.
Not that he’d left her completely alone. He’d been kind enough to send a nurse in to take her medical history, two different medical assistants in to take her vitals, four to take her blood, three to ask her to sign more release forms, two more to help her prepare for an exam, which to her surprise had been performed by his father, and then another medical assistant to help her after the very thorough examination that had left her on the verge of dying of mortification, before sending in four nurses, two medical assistants, a secretary, and the office manager to tell her that it would only be a little bit longer.
When one of the nurses popped her head back in a few minutes ago to ask her if she could put the paper-thin gown back on so that the doctor could double-check something, Melanie decided that she’d had enough for one day. After somehow managing to pull her shoes back on and tying them without falling over, she’d grabbed her bag, headed for the door, and decided that she’d rather walk the fifteen blocks to get home than ask the lying jerk for a ride.
Okay, so she’d also decided to take the long way home so that she could stop by Dixon’s bakery and reassure herself with eighty-five dollars and fifty-five cents, the amount of money that was in her bag, worth of baked goods that everything was okay while she tried to get her doctor on the phone so that she could find out what was going on with her baby. What she hadn’t planned on was the jerk, who’d made her stupidly believe that he’d cared before he’d handed her over to his father, running after her.
“Melanie, wait!” Aidan yelled, and because she was six months pregnant and stuck at an intersection, she did just that.
“What is it?” Melanie asked, sighing heavily as she turned around to face the man that was clearly screwing with her.
As she watched him jog towards her, she couldn’t help but note the similarities between him and Lucifer. They were both ruggedly handsome, kept their dark hair cut short, had killer green eyes and a flawless tan, they were tall and well-built, and she couldn’t help but wonder how two brothers could be so different.
While everyone thought that Lucifer was an asshole, and okay, she’d admit that he had his moments, she didn’t really think that he’d earned the title. His brother, on the other hand…
“I need you to come back to the office,” Aidan said when he finally reached her side.
“So that you can stick me in another small room where I can catch pneumonia, have my blood drained, and maybe this time you can ask your mom to give me a pelvic exam?” Melanie asked brightly, wondering why he was wasting her time when they both knew that he didn’t want anything to do with her or this baby.
At least he had the decency to wince, Melanie noted as she turned around and decided that she’d more than earned a side of buttercream frosting to go along with her cupcakes. She didn’t get far before she found her path blocked by the man determined to…to…
Well, she honestly wasn’t sure what his game was, but she was done playing it. Sighing, Melanie moved to walk around him, but since she couldn’t exactly waddle that fast, Aidan managed to step in her way and block her again.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, but we need to talk.”
“Is the baby okay?” Melanie asked, cutting to the chase because that’s all she really cared about.
“Yes,” Aidan said and since that’s all that mattered, she stepped around him only to come to a complete stop with his next words. “But you might not be.”
Chapter 5
“So, this is it,” Aidan lamely said as he opened the door to the semi-empty apartment that he’d somehow persuaded Melanie to look at after he’d broken the news to her that she was now officially back on bed rest.
“Yeah, umm, no,” Melanie said, barely glancing at the apartment before she turned around and headed for the front door.
“We talked about this,” he reminded her as he reached past her to close the front door before she could walk out and make him spend another two hours arguing about this.
“No, you talked and I listened,”