them almost against her will.
His nose looked as if it might have been broken a few times and his lips were thick and made her think of long slow kisses that would heat a woman’s blood with little to no effort.
When he spoke, his voice was deep with a slow drawl that told her that he was Texas born and raised. If it weren’t for the heat and anger behind his words, she would have wondered if he was actually one of her wildest dreams come to life.
“I’m looking for a Doctor by the name of Madeline Randal. I was told I could find her at this address.”
“Yes…” she said awkwardly, trying not to cringe at the way his eyes scraped hungrily over her small frame. With all of the daydreams she had entertained about having a hot fling with a cowboy over the years, she could only imagine that this man was used to women having those sorts of thoughts about him. He was eye candy, plain and simple. “I’m Madeline Randal… and you are?” she asked, ducking her body behind the door to try to hide it from his view to keep him from seeing the way her nipples had puckered in response to his open appraisal.
He pushed his way past her into her house and the small living room seemed to shrink as his big frame stepped into it. Sighing in resignation, Madeline closed the door and went into the room, sitting daintily on the couch to see what this unbelievably sexy cowboy could possibly want with her.
His footsteps were quick as he paced the room, looking around him at the tiny little house that if he wasn’t careful, his child or children may very well end up growing up in. Finally, he found his voice; impressed that it didn’t come out as shaky as he had expected it to.
“ My name is Eric Schmidt. There was a huge mistake at the fertility clinic,” he informed her, running his massive hand over his head after removing his hat out of respect. “Make a long story short, they messed up… big time.”
Remembering the man she’d chosen as her child’s father, Madeline settled her hand over her stomach and sucked in a harsh breath. “There’s no mistake. I have paperwork that clearly states that I have sole rights where my child is concerned. I was assured that all donors sign away any and all parental rights before their deposit is made… The donor I chose wasn’t even supposed to know my name…”
“Under normal circumstances, that would be true… Had they implanted your eggs and your donor’s sperm. Sadly, that isn’t what happened. There was an accidental switch made, and you received my wife’s eggs… fertilized with my sperm.”
His words hung in the air and Madeline could hardly breathe past the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Her hand shook as it rested on her belly and she fought back the bile that rose in her throat. “No… That isn’t possible,” she denied in a panicked whisper.
“Believe me, I wish you were right,” he said, facing away from her to stand looking out the window into the postcard sized back yard. “When she passed on, I was determined to allow her dream of our children being born, to die with her. Imagine my shock when I was notified that I’m going to be a father after all.”
“No!” she denied, in full fledged panic mode. “I’m this baby’s mother,” she insisted, hugging herself protecting the fragile life within. “Name your price,” she said desperately. “You didn’t want to be a father… I don’t expect anything from you. Tell me what it’s going to cost me to convince you to turn around and walk away and leave me to raise my daughter in peace.”
“There isn’t enough money on the planet to make me walk away from my child,” he informed her; looking threatening and scary as he loomed largely over her. “I gave my wife my word when those eggs were fertilized that when and if they grew to be babies who were born, I would be a father to them, and that’s what I fully plan on doing. I don’t care who I have to run over to make that promise