His Special Delivery. Belinda Barnes
the brim of his hat and said, “I’ll be by later.” Then he sauntered out the door.
The things Sara noticed about Cal made her uneasy, not to mention the way he made her feel. A woman who’d just had a baby had no business having those kinds of thoughts.
Granted, he had stayed with her through childbirth and afterward, when she’d feared losing her daughter. As much as Sara hated to admit it, she’d leaned on him and he’d stood fast, never wavering, never letting her down.
The problem was Cal had this male thing going for him. He was sexy in a no-frills, down-to-earth way. And despite her vow to push him away—her denial that she needed him—she had found herself listening for the sound of his boot heels in the hall.
She’d also noticed the hungry glances the nurses sent his way, as if he were a chocolate bar. Even though her reactions to him were nothing but an excess of jumbled hormones, Sara admitted to doing a double take once, twice…Okay, maybe three times.
He stood at least six-two with muscles in all the right places. The deep tan he wore suited him, giving him an earthy, outdoors look. Dressed in jeans, scuffed boots, and a faded-blue chambray work shirt with the cuffs rolled back, Cal looked better than he had in the tuxedo. His every move, his every touch, made her more aware of him as a man.
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