From Doctor...to Daddy / When the Cowboy Said ''I Do'': From Doctor...to Daddy

Erika has a child, he reminded himself.

Maybe Corey was right and it was time for him to leave his bunker … to bury his regrets and the guilt that he’d failed to save his son. He remembered again the way he’d felt at the Hitching Post with Erika in his arms. Would she say yes if he asked her out again?

He might just have to take a chance and find out.

Chapter Three

Dillon slowed on Thursday morning when he spotted Erika at the coffee bar not far from the main lobby. Usually he brewed a pot of coffee in his suite. This morning, however, he’d needed to go to his office, get to work … and forget.

He’d been awake most of the night, remembering the day his wife had left. She’d said, “Toby’s gone and there’s nothing holding us together anymore. I want a new life. I don’t want to be married to a doctor.”

He could have told her he’d leave medicine. He could have told her he’d work in management at Traub Industries and build the portfolio he’d inherited. In the end, he’d known if she couldn’t accept his need to be a doctor, their marriage had truly collapsed.

With the old memories still ricocheting in his head and Erika standing about ten feet away, he decided he might need a double espresso this morning.

When Erika turned from the cashier, a tall coffee in her hand, he noticed the navy suit she wore projecting professionalism and decorum. It was a different style than the one she’d worn yesterday, with larger lapels … more fitted at her waist. Her very slim waist. The white silk blouse had a V-neckline. It was quite sedate, but the sedateness itself was alluring. She’d pulled her hair back from her face and secured it in a tight chignon, but there again the severity of the style just showed off the beauty of her face and her dark eyes.

Dillon checked his watch. When his gaze met hers, he motioned to one of the small, black wrought-iron tables. “I’ll get my coffee and join you.” He really didn’t want to give her a chance to say no.

Indecision flickered across her face, but then she nodded and crossed to one of the tables, one a bit removed from the others in a shadowed corner. Did she not want anyone to see them together? Because of all that gossip Stacy had mentioned?

When he joined her, she was seated, staring into her coffee as if it held the schedule for her day. He didn’t sit across from her, but rather beside her. She didn’t move her chair away.

As she looked up at him, he asked, “So do you drink straight coffee or one of those exotic drinks?”

That’s obviously not what she’d expected him to ask. “Do you really want to know?”

His arm was on the table and he leaned a little closer to her. “Yes, I want to know … in case I pick up coffee for the two of us some morning.”

“I think that’s on my roster of duties.”

He shrugged. “Not necessarily. It’s simply a courtesy. So what do you drink?”

“A double-shot latte. And you?”

“Straight espresso.”

“Now that that’s settled, why did you really ask me to join you for coffee?” she asked him, choosing to be direct.

“Because I like you.”

Again, surprise showed on her face. “You always say the unexpected.”

“Maybe that’s because you think men are predictable.”

Tilting her head, she studied him more assessingly. “So you’re telling me you’re not like most men.”

“I don’t know. What do you expect from most men?”

“That’s beside the point.” She lowered her gaze to her coffee again as if she didn’t want to reveal any secrets.

Even sitting next to her like this, he could feel the attraction between them. He wouldn’t let her put him in the same category as other men in her life. “That’s exactly the point. You never told me why you ran away from me at the Hitching Post.”

“I didn’t run away,” she protested, her chin lifting, her eyes flashing a bit, revealing passion he realized he’d like to tap.

He liked her flash. “You just evaded my question. Evading is pretty much the same as running away.” If he challenged her, he might get to the root of the problem.

Her grip tightened on her coffee. “All right. It was the way you talked about possibly spending time with your cousins’ children. You were so detached … like you were saying the words but you didn’t really mean them.”

She was perceptive … way too perceptive. After practicing the past few years, he thought he had his neutral face down pat. But this wasn’t the place to tell her why he tried to be detached. To tell her about Toby … and Megan. “How did you interpret the detachment?”

She weighed his question, apparently understanding he was giving nothing away. “It meant you don’t want the responsibility of children because you believe they’re a burden. You don’t necessarily ‘like’ kids.”

“I like kids,” he said quietly.

“And parenthood is a huge responsibility.”

He certainly didn’t disagree with her on that. But he wanted to keep this conversation about her. “Do you believe most men don’t want the responsibility of fatherhood?”

After a few heartbeats, she finally replied, “I know two in particular who didn’t—my father and Emilia’s father. I’m sure you’ve heard gossip.”

“Actually, I haven’t. I had no idea you had a daughter. Why do you keep her a secret?”

“She’s not a secret. Almost everyone in Thunder Canyon knows about her. But I try to separate my professional life from my personal life. I haven’t always done that and I found it’s better this way.”

“No pictures on your desk? No mention of her?”

Erika set her cup on the table and her hand fluttered toward him. “I don’t need a picture of her to hold her in my heart twenty-four hours a day.”

“So essentially, you were just keeping her a secret from me.”

“Dillon, she’s not a secret. I just—”

“You just didn’t trust me enough to tell me about her. You didn’t trust me enough to believe I’d understand what had happened.”

Her gaze didn’t evade his. “It’s not as if we know each other.”

Although he was physically attracted to Erika, there were so many other qualities he liked about her, too. Her blunt honesty was one of them. So he was just as bluntly honest. “Do you want to get to know me?”

It wasn’t difficult for Dillon to see the turmoil Erika was in and he guessed one of the reasons why. “This isn’t a boss-secretary situation, you know. You’re a free agent. You’re coordinating Frontier Days. You’re just helping me out with my schedule and phone calls while I’m here.”

Her brown eyes conveyed her concern. “You can still turn in a report about me after you leave that can affect my future.”

Keeping his gaze on hers, he assured her, “I could write that report now and be done with it. It took me about an hour on our first day together to learn you’re organized, you practically have a photographic memory and you’re a perfectionist. What more could any employer want?”

“So you’d write a letter of recommendation now and file it away until you leave?”

“Yes. If doing that would mean you’ll have dinner again with me tonight.”