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to guide the woman to the best table in the house.
    There was no place on that list for an impish smile and a refusal to be intimidated by a famous surgeon invading her refrigerator. Or for a nature generous enough to bear a child for her sister.
    Maybe there should be. But he drew the line at a woman who hogged the bathroom counter with a ridiculous array of creams and ointments, and who’d dumped his toiletries into a drawer without even asking. He hadn’t bothered to fight that battle…yet.
    Focusing his attention on the procedure, he made a final assessment to ensure he’d done a thorough job. Satisfied, Owen retracted the scope, thanked his staff and went to talk to the patient’s husband.
    He found the man pacing in the waiting room. “Everything looks great,” Owen said. “She’s doing fine.”
    â€œWhen can I see her?” he asked.
    â€œIn about an hour.” Owen explained that the man’s wife was on her way to the recovery room and that he could join her once she returned to her bed in the Same-Day Surgery Unit.
    â€œThanks, Doc.” The man pumped his hand gratefully. “I’m willing to adopt, but she’s set on having a second baby. I just want her to be happy. She’s the reason I get up in the morning. As long as she’s okay, that’s all that matters.”
    â€œOf course.”
    Being able to enrich patients’ lives was one of the most rewarding aspects of his job, Owen reflected. But in pursuing the goal of having a child, women ran risks, from taking hormones to going under anesthesia. Even for a healthy young woman, carrying a child could be hazardous. Just look at Bailey. Why was she so large?
    That was, he reminded himself, between her and her doctor. And Phyllis and Boone, of course.
    Owen went to prepare for his next procedure, a myo-mectomy to remove large uterine fibroids. He was reviewing the case on a monitor in an alcove when he heard a couple of staff members walk by.
    Normally, he ignored the ever present hum of voices, but this time he couldn’t. “They’re sharing the same house?” the man was saying.
    â€œI can’t wait to hear what Bailey thinks about that!” the woman replied, and then coughed as she spotted Owen. Averting her face, she scurried on.
    Well, great. The conversation in the operating room, which had no doubt been overheard by a number of people, had already become common gossip. While he’dknown this was likely to happen, he hadn’t expected word to spread this quickly, or for staffers to seize on it with such glee.
    As long as they don’t know you’re the father, there’s no reason for the press to get involved. Owen felt fairly certain about that. Still, who could tell what interested the local media? And since Bailey wasn’t a patient at Safe Harbor, her coworkers weren’t bound by the center’s requirement of confidentiality. Just by common decency and discretion.
    â€œYou’re kidding? He’s the uncle? ” boomed a male voice in the hallway, followed by shushing noises.
    Owen felt the heat rise in his neck. In his younger years, friends used to enjoy embarrassing him just to watch the telltale flush. He’d mastered that response by focusing on being above such pettiness, and he resorted to the same attitude now.
    â€œIs my next patient ready?” he snapped at the nearest nurse, the same blond fellow who’d just shot his mouth off about Owen being an uncle.
    â€œI, uh, think she’s been prepped,” stammered the young man, whose name tag read Ned Norwalk, RN.
    â€œI don’t care what you think. I want to know if she’s ready. Go find out.”
    Owen watched in satisfaction as the nurse hurried away with a subdued, “Yes, Doctor.”
    Owen was already beginning to regret letting the cat out of the bag today, but he’d only done so as a preemptive measure. That paled beside the stories