Pregnancy Countdown

  “You’re not a one-night stand, Nora.”

  “No, I’m a two-night stand,” she said slowly and deliberately, not missing Mark’s wince at her choice of words. “You don’t need to be the good guy here. I told you I wouldn’t expect anything from you. You happened to be there when I was feeling vulnerable. I didn’t wake up hoping for bouquets of roses and impassioned declarations.”

  “Some would say you’re protesting too much,” Mark replied. Nora was surprised by the slight frown furrowing his brow. He leaned forward, focusing his brilliant blue eyes on her. “Tell me the truth, Nora.”

  She froze. He couldn’t have guessed, could he? Was the word pregnant branded on her forehead?

  PREGNANCY COUNTDOWN

  Linda Randall Wisdom

  In memory of Frances Gesswein, my very own Grammy Fran. While you weren’t my biological grandmother, you werethe grandmother of my heart who probably encouraged your “red-haired granddaughter’s” rebellious spirit a little too much at times. I cherish the times we had together and I miss you very much.

  And many thanks to Arlea Johnson for her husband and the dead coffeemaker story.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Linda Randall Wisdom is a California author who loves movies, books and animals of all kinds. She also has a great sense of humor, which is reflected in her books.

  Books by Linda Randall Wisdom

  HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

  250—WE GIVE THANKS

  284—LADY’S CHOICE

  293—APPEARANCES ARE DECEIVING

  310—CODE OF SILENCE

  325—SINS OF THE PAST

  350—A MAN FOR MAGGIE

  372—O’MALLEY’S QUEST

  382—VOICES IN THE NIGHT

  401—FREE SPIRITS

  422—SOMETIMES A LADY

  443—THIS OLD HOUSE

  457—UNDER HIS SPELL

  470—A MAN FOR MOM

  487—THE COUNTESS AND THE COWBOY

  515—NO ROOM AT THE INN

  541—VEGAS VOWS

  561—HE’S A REBEL

  596—COUNTERFEIT HUSBAND

  608—MOMMY HEIRESS

  627—TWIST OF FATE

  641—DO YOU TAKE THIS MAN…

  671—NAUGHTY ’N NICE

  681—MR. & MRS….& MRS.?

  707—BELLS, RINGS & ANGELS’ WINGS

  751—SHE’S HAVING HIS BABY

  774—THE LAST TWO BACHELORS

  831—MY LITTLE ONE

  865—BRIDE OF DREAMS

  920—TWO LITTLE SECRETS

  991—PREGNANCY COUNTDOWN

  Dear Reader,

  The first time a friend tried these brownies she said they were better than sex. Naturally, this is something we tend not to say to men. Poor babies just wouldn’t understand that there are times when chocolate is extremely important to our well-being!

  BETTER THAN SEX BROWNIES

  aka Texas Brownies

  2 cups flour

  2 cups sugar

  ½ cup margarine

  ½ cup shortening

  1 cup strong brewed coffee or water (I use flavored coffee such as french vanilla or Bordeaux coffee.)

  ¼ cup cocoa

  ½ cup buttermilk

  2 eggs

  1 tsp baking soda

  1 tsp vanilla

  Frosting

  ½ cup margarine

  2 tbsp cocoa

  ¼ cup milk

  3 ½ cups powdered sugar

  1 tsp vanilla

  Combine flour and sugar. In heavy pan combine margarine, shortening, coffee or water and cocoa. Stir and heat to boiling. Pour boiling mixture over the flour and sugar in the large bowl. Add the buttermilk, eggs, baking soda and vanilla. Mix well using wooden spoon or high speed on mixer. Pour into well-buttered 17” × ½” × 11” jelly roll pan. Bake at 400°F for 20 minutes or until brownies are done in center.

  While brownies bake, prepare the frosting. In pan combine margarine, cocoa and milk. Heat to boiling, stirring constantly. Mix in powdered sugar and add vanilla; stir until smooth. Pour warm frosting over brownies as soon as you take them out of oven. If you want thicker frosting, add half again, or double the ingredients.

  Enjoy!

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Nora Summers thought about how the day was meant to be spent. She would have been dressed in a lovely lilac gown with a circlet of flowers on her head. She would have been watching her best friend get married. She would have spent the afternoon eating cake, drinking champagne and dancing. She would have joined her friends in trying to catch the bridal bouquet and she would have cried happy tears as she watched her best friend and her new husband leave on their honeymoon.

  Instead, today she bid a last goodbye to her beloved grandmother.

  Nora’s flight home was delayed for almost six hours. The airport was quiet as the cranky passengers disembarked.

  “I’ll be home soon,” she murmured to herself as she trudged up the corridor toward the terminal interior. “I will be in my very lovely soft bed where I will indulge in lots of sleep.”

  She moved past people waiting for the arrivals. She stopped short when a familiar figure straightened up from a leaning position against a pillar and walked toward her.

  Nora decided she was dreaming. Men wearing tuxedos weren’t a normal sight at airports at 1:00 a.m. Especially not this particular man whose wardrobe consisted of blinding Hawaiian-print shirts and shorts or jeans.

  “Hey, Nora.” His smile was dazzling against his tanned skin. He reached out and took her carry-on bag from her, then switched it to his left hand while circling her waist with his right. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

  She wrapped her arms around him. She felt the strength of his body under his clothing. There was comfort in the familiar lime scent mingled with the warm aroma of his skin. Hints of different perfumes were added to the mix. She guessed Mark had been a very popular guy at the wedding.

  “Mark, what are you doing here?” She was tired enough to feel bewildered by his unexpected appearance.

  “Ginna mentioned what time your flight was due in,” he explained as they walked through the terminal. “I thought you might appreciate a ride home.”

  “I do appreciate it,” she admitted. “But my flight was delayed for almost six hours. You haven’t been here all that time, have you?”

  “Funny thing about airport terminals. They’re loaded with coffee kiosks and bars with wide-screen televisions.”

  Nora shook her head trying to dislodge the fuzz clinging to her brain. Weariness was making it difficult for her to think clearly.

  “Where are your baggage-claim tickets?” Mark asked.

  “I only have my carry-on.” She gestured to the bag he held in his hand.

  “How did you manage that? When Ginna goes away for more than a day she requires at least two suitcases.”

  “I only needed a black dress,” Nora said dully. She was tired enough to take a nearby chair, curl up in it and go to sleep.

  Mark squeezed her shoulder, offering silent comfort as they walked toward the entrance.

  “I’m impressed.” She looked him over from head to toe. “What thre
ats were used to get you into formal wear?”

  He moved off a couple paces. He spread his arms out wide and cocked one hip in a fashion-model’s pose.

  “Like it? It was my wedding gift to Gin. Plus she said if I showed up at her wedding wearing my favorite shirt she’d personally burn every piece of clothing in my closet. Since she’d been in a pretty crazy mood the past few weeks, not to mention she always backs up her threats, I wasn’t taking any chances.”

  Nora nodded. She knew her friend would have done exactly that. “She’d invite everyone over for a barbecue and marshmallow roast.”

  Mark winced. “Yeah, she does have that cruel streak.” He again flashed a smile that weakened many a woman’s knees, including Nora’s once upon a time.

  They were silent as they exited the terminal and headed for the parking lot.

  Mark stopped at an elegant-looking Jaguar sedan and unlocked the passenger door for Nora before going around back to open the trunk and set her carry-on bag inside.

  “Your father let you take one of his cars?” She slid onto the buttery-soft leather seat.

  “He said you should be picked up in style. I won’t tell you what he said will happen if I get so much as a microscopic scratch on it,” he added ruefully as he slid onto the driver’s seat.

  Nora smiled. She knew Lou Walker, Mark’s father, only too well. The older man was an expert in the art of restoring classic automobiles. His family liked teasing him that he treated his vehicles like beloved children. She didn’t doubt that Lou demanded nothing less than a blood vow that Mark would protect the Jaguar with his life.

  The engine purred like a satisfied kitten as Mark drove out of the parking lot.

  “I won’t be offended if you want to nap on the way home.” Within moments, he was driving onto the freeway that boasted more than moderate traffic even at the late hour. “I can imagine you’re exhausted with all that flight delay.”

  She smiled her thanks and leaned back against the headrest.

  In no time, the gentle glide of the car lulled her into a light doze. Mark glanced at her a couple times as he drove down the freeway.

  He’d always thought Nora was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever known. Tonight was the first time he’d ever seen her looking weary and dejected. Her skin was pale and her emerald-green eyes weren’t flashing their usual fire. Even her copper-penny hair had lost its luster. She looked like a woman who’d lost an important part of her world. Which he knew she had.

  Nora and her grandmother had been close. The elderly woman had raised her after Nora’s father abandoned his family, and her mother retreated into herself. She never talked about it much, but Mark guessed that she wasn’t more than five or six when it happened. Nora had been helping his sister, Ginna, plan her wedding when she’d received word her grandmother was dying. Nora had immediately flown to Seattle and remained with her grandmother until the end. Mark had been looking forward to dancing with Nora at the reception, but it wasn’t to be. While Ginna had recited her wedding vows to Zach, Nora had attended her grandmother’s funeral.

  All it took was Ginna’s mention that Nora was returning that evening for Mark to suggest he pick her up. His reason being, after the week she’d had, Nora shouldn’t have to worry about finding transportation home.

  Nora and Mark had dated for a few months a couple of years ago. The only description he could give to their relationship then was stormy. He recalled times she’d appeared insecure, which he couldn’t understand since he’d never given her a reason to doubt his fidelity. His father had raised his sons to revere the opposite sex, and if there was one thing Mark was good at, it was revering women. To this day, he didn’t know the exact reason why Nora had broken up with him.

  “NORA. Nora,” The male voice whispered her name. “Hey, you’ve arrived at your castle, Sleeping Beauty.”

  Her lids felt leaden as she strained to lift them. “I don’t think I can move. Could you just wave a wand and pop me into my bed?”

  Mark chuckled as he climbed out of the car. “Sorry, I left my wand at home. Besides, with my luck, you’d end up in a parallel universe.” He walked around to the passenger door and opened it. “Let’s just try it one step at a time, shall we?” He took her hand and helped her out. He gazed at the house, frowning. “Has anyone been staying there while you were gone?”

  “Just dust bunnies.” She looked in the same direction. “Oh, the lights. I put a few lamps on timers so it wouldn’t look as if the place was deserted.”

  “Good idea.” Mark left her long enough to pull her bag out of the car’s trunk.

  He was on her heels as she entered the house.

  “Thank you for picking me up,” she said, reaching for her carry-on.

  “Wait a minute.” He set the bag down. “You don’t think I’m going to leave without checking the closets and under the bed, do you?”

  Nora laughed. “Everything is fine, I’m sure of it.”

  “I don’t see the Brumb anywhere around.”

  “I wouldn’t have left Brumby alone this long. He’s staying at the Canine Castle,” she said, explaining her dog’s absence.

  “Ah.” Mark nodded. “Five-star facilities for the discriminating canine. Since he isn’t around to keep the place safe, I consider it my duty to ensure everything’s all right.” He wandered toward the back of the house.

  Nora walked into the family room and set her purse down on a table. She could hear doors opening and closing. She was grateful she’d picked up her clothes before she left for Seattle. Looking around the room, she felt as if she should be doing something, but had no idea what.

  Inside, she felt numb. All she wanted was to be left alone so she could lie down and give in to tears. Again.

  “All’s safe,” Mark announced, coming into the room.

  Nora managed a brief smile although she felt as if her lips were ready to fall apart along with the rest of her.

  “Thank you again for picking me up.” She none too subtly herded him toward the front door.

  He held up his hand in a stop position. “One more thing. I’ll be right back.” He walked outside.

  “Mark!” Her protest was ignored as he walked swiftly down the front walk.

  She stood in the open doorway and watched him take something out of the car. He returned carrying a small pink box.

  “Ginna asked me to give you this,” he told her, handing her the box.

  Nora held the box in one hand and opened it with the other. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she stared at a slice of white cake decorated with delicate lilac flowers. She knew the filling was tart lemon and the frosting rich enough to send anyone into immediate sugar shock. She, Ginna and Cathy, Ginna’s mother, had sampled more than their share of wedding cakes before the final decision was made. She blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. It didn’t work. She looked up.

  “This is so sweet of her,” she whispered.

  “Aw, Nora, don’t cry,” Mark pleaded, getting that panicked look all men get when facing a tearful woman. “I’m no good with tears.” He took the box out of her hand before she dropped it, and gently pushed her toward the family room.

  He set the bag on the coffee table and turned to face her.

  “You treat injured people for a living. Some of them must cry,” she sniffed. Her face crumbled with fresh tears.

  “Yeah, but I don’t know them.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms. He bestowed awkward pats on her back while looking as if he was ready to run at any minute.

  “I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his jacket. “Maybe I’m just tired. It’s been a traumatic week.”

  “Hey,” he said gently, now softly rubbing her back. “You’ve had a lot going on. Ginna told me she wanted to go with you and you told her no. Maybe you should have let her so you wouldn’t have been alone.”

  “And have her postpone her wedding? No, I wanted her to go ahead. There was nothing she could have done in Seattle. Besides, think of the commute from
Newport Beach. She had a wedding to attend, since she was the guest of honor.” She tried for a bit of humor, but the stark look of misery in her eyes belied it. The last thing she would have done was ruin her best friend’s wedding.

  “There is definitely something she could have done. She would have been with you,” Mark pointed out.

  Nora shook her head but said nothing. She wrapped her arms around his waist. It had been a long time since she’d been in a man’s arms. She’d forgotten how good it felt. All week she’d run on sheer nerves and coffee. She’d sat there and watched her grandmother’s spirit leave her. Now she felt as if a big piece of herself had gone missing. Growing up, she’d only had her grandmother to count on when her father left her and her mother. Then her own mother had mentally abandoned her daughter. With her grandmother gone, Nora was now truly alone.

  All of a sudden she knew just what she needed.

  “Please stay, Mark. I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she whispered against his shirtfront. When she felt his body tense, she started to pull back. “I’m sorry. I’m tired. I don’t know why—” Her words were cut off by the swift descent of his mouth on hers.

  NORA’S DREAM involved lying in front of a cozy fire. She felt so comfortable that she thought about stretching out under her lovely soft blanket to keep this comfy feeling.

  She smiled as the heat wrapped itself around her. Then her sleepy mind realized something touching her wasn’t all soft and fluffy and comfy. In fact, it felt pretty firm. And male.

  Her eyes flew open.

  She wasn’t lying in front of a fire. Yes, there was a soft fluffy blanket, but it was draped down around her ankles. The warmth she was experiencing had to do with something more than any flames. A gentle rumble resembling a snore sounded in her ear while a hand settled in a warm possessive position over her breast. She didn’t miss that she hadn’t bothered putting on a nightgown last night. An equally naked male body was lying spoon-fashion against her back. Then she noticed the male body was definitely aroused, and that had her memory replaying everything in living color.