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a dog-eared, much-used notepad in his hand.

      “Can I get your name?” the man pressed, his pencil poised over a new page. When Sebastian looked at him quizzically, the man added, “I’m from the Bedford World News,” citing the small, weekly local paper. “Newborns Make Their Appearance in Apothecary Parking Lot,” he declared, using his hands to frame an imaginary headline for an article. He grinned, satisfied. “It’s a nice human interest piece, don’t you think?”

      It was on the tip of Sebastian’s tongue to say no. He didn’t like sharing his privacy, or having Stephanie’s invaded. But she wasn’t his to protect, and he reminded himself that he was no longer a private man, either. His medical degree had seen to that. Now he had to be available to the general public. On call at all hours. This included during his private hours.

      With a certain amount of resignation, he gave the man his name, saying “the woman” hadn’t given him hers. In the strictest sense of the word, it was true, she hadn’t.

      As the local journalist began peppering him with questions, Sebastian took his arm, pulling him back out of the way as the gurney was lifted into the van. Less than two minutes later, it was back out again, with Stephanie tucked in between the wide belts. On either side of her was a paramedic, each holding a whimpering baby. Each infant was now wrapped in a clean white receiving blanket.

      “Time to go, Doc,” the lead paramedic called out to him from within the vehicle.

      Taking his cue with relief, Sebastian acknowledged the man. “Be right there. Sorry, gotta go,” he said to the reporter as he quickly got into the ambulance.

      “Hey, wait,” the journalist called after Sebastian. “I need details.”

      “Maybe later” was all Sebastian said just before the doors were closed.

      With a sigh, Sebastian turned away from the doors to look at Stephanie. He expected her to say something about the reporter. Instead, he found that she was asleep. The strain of giving birth had finally gotten to her, draining her.

      Sebastian sat down gingerly beside her. It was better this way, he thought, resisting the urge to take her hand in his. He’d do what was necessary to get her admitted into the hospital, and once that was taken care of, he’d slip away. He intended to be long gone before Stephanie’s husband came on the scene.

      He felt his jaw tightening. In his present emotional state, he strongly doubted if he could behave in a civil, detached manner. Not in this case. He didn’t believe in putting himself into situations where he wasn’t in control, and it didn’t take a genius to know that right now, his control was nil.

      “Here, Doc, it’s the best we’ve got, I’m afraid.” Sebastian looked up to see the first paramedic offering him a blue shirt that resembled his.

      Taking it, he put it on. “Thanks.”

      “I think your shirt’s ruined.” The paramedic looked at the wadded-up article. “Unless you’ve got a wife who works miracles.”

      “No,” Sebastian said quietly, looking down at Stephanie. “No wife, no miracles.” Seeing her sleeping like that, a thousand thoughts ran pell-mell through his head. He couldn’t seem to stop them.

      He remembered the last time he had seen her like this…

      The only time he had seen her like this, Sebastian corrected himself.

      The sentimental smile came out of nowhere, unbidden as he relived moments he’d locked away more than seven years ago. He hadn’t meant for the things to get out of hand that night, but one thing had led to another and he had made love with her.

      Beautiful, exquisite love. Innocent and pure. He could feel his breath evaporating now as he remembered it.

      Locked away in his mind or not, that single night was probably what had sustained him through all these long, lonely years.

      And what had haunted him.

      There was no need for him to remain.

      In truth, it turned out that there really was no reason for him to have come in the first place. In true Stephanie fashion, Stephanie had taken care of all the details way ahead of time and registered herself at the hospital against her due date.

      He was surprised to discover that Stephanie was preregistered under her maiden name. But then, Stephanie had always been so fiercely independent, retaining her name was something that would have been typical of her, Sebastian realized.

      Since the paperwork had been taken care of ahead of time, there was no need for him to fill out any forms. And no need for him to remain any longer.

      With no excuse to hide behind, Sebastian made his way to the public phones to call a cab that would take him back to the car he’d left back in the strip mall’s parking lot. When he heard the hospital’s PA system go off, he didn’t really pay attention to it. It had been doing so with a fair amount of regularity since he had arrived with Stephanie. The names being paged only vaguely registered in the peripheral corners of his mind.

      This time the name over the PA system did more than just vaguely float through his brain. Sebastian paused to listen. The doctor being paged had the same last name as he had.

      “Dr. Caine, please report to the fifth-floor nurses’ station.”

      Had to be a different Dr. Caine, he thought. After all, it wasn’t that unusual a last name and no one knew he was here.

      “Dr. Sebastian Caine,” the voice was saying, “please report to the fifth-floor nurses’ station.”

      So much for it not being him, he thought. But why were they paging him?

      Unless—

      Worried, afraid that something had suddenly gone wrong with Stephanie, he hurried back to the bank of elevators he’d just left in the rear of the building. Pressing the up button, he waited exactly two beats before considering taking the five flights up via the stairwell.

      But as he turned to go toward the stairs, the doors of the elevator car farthest away from him opened. Pivoting on his heel, he did an about-face and hurried into the emptying car.

      Impatient, trying not to speculate why he’d suddenly been paged, he punched the button marked five. It felt like an eternity before the elevator reached the fifth floor.

      With his lanky stride, it took him less than five seconds to make it from the elevator to the nurses’ station.

      “I’m Dr. Caine,” he told the nurse who was just beginning to leave the area. “I was just paged to come here. Is something wrong with Ms. Yarbourough? The woman who was just brought in with twins,” he added when the nurse looked at him blankly.

      “There’s nothing’s wrong with Stephanie, Doctor. On the contrary, she couldn’t be more right.”

      Sebastian turned around to see a cool-looking, slender blonde wearing a white lab coat and a warm smile walking toward him, her hand extended in greeting.

      “I’m Sheila Pollack, Stephanie’s doctor,” she told him, shaking his hand. Her sharp eyes quickly took measure of the man before her. She liked what she saw. Cool competence. And there was something in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite read but that had the markings of concern. The man had obviously gotten more than just professionally involved. “I just wanted to tell you that you did a fine job.”

      Relieved, Sebastian mentally upbraided himself for jumping to dark conclusions. But then, in all fairness, there hadn’t been all that many bright spots in his life to draw on. Stephanie had represented one of the very few. And Stephanie would have been enough, if…

      His thoughts weren’t supposed to be going in that direction any longer, he chastised himself silently.

      Never comfortable with praise, Sebastian acknowledged the woman’s compliment with a careless shrug. “She made it easy.”

      Sheila laughed. The look in her eyes was

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