Whose Baby Is This?. Patricia Thayer
doesn’t mean he wants to be a daddy. Didn’t we both learn that the hard way?”
Tara looked at the baby in her arms. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Aunt Tara will always be here for you.”
The door opened, and Matt Landers walked in. He wore a white lab coat open over his still snowy white shirt and perfectly pressed trousers. “Jerry faxed me the test results. Do you happen to know your sister’s blood type?”
Tara’s heart began to pound as she removed the bottle from Erin’s mouth, placed the baby against her shoulder and began to gently pat her back. She stood up. “Yes, she’s the same as mine, A positive. What are the test results?”
“Inconclusive. It shows I’m O positive. I already knew that, but wanted to redo the test for you. And Erin’s results show…she’s also O positive.”
Tara wasn’t sure whether she was happy or not. “So you are her father.”
Matt Landers didn’t show any emotion. “No, I’m afraid that only suggests I could be the father. O positive is the most common blood type.”
Tara had had enough. If this man didn’t want to claim his daughter, she couldn’t make him want to be a father. Sorry, Bri. I tried. But she was relieved. She could keep sole custody of the baby. “Thank you for your time, Doctor.” She walked to the sofa and began gathering her things. The sooner she got out of here the better.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to Phoenix.”
“You’re not going to try to find Erin’s father?”
Tara looked up. “I thought I had found him, but you don’t want her.”
Matt went to her. “And I told you, I never met your sister, Briana.”
“So you keep saying.” Tara placed Erin in her carrier.
“But you still don’t believe me.”
She sighed tiredly. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.” That much was true. “I’m only doing what I think is best for Erin.”
“If you want to do what’s best for your niece, stay and help me find the man who’s hurt both our lives.”
He wanted her to stay? “But what can I do? Bri was the one who knew you…or whoever you say was masquerading as you.”
“Please, just stay and talk to the private investigator I’ve hired.”
The phone interrupted him. After a few minutes Matt hung up. “Sorry, that was Harry Douglas, the hospital administrator, reminding me about the big fund-raiser at the end of the month.” His dark eyes bore into hers. “That’s another reason I want to clear this up. I don’t want any bad press coming to Riverhaven.”
He sounded so convincing. “I understand that. And I’m not going to make any trouble. I only came to fulfill a promise to my sister.” She started to get up. “Now we can all get on with our lives.”
He held out a hand to stop her. “But you won’t believe me unless we find the thief. Please, you have to stay.”
“I can’t just hang around in a motel room while you try to come up with another story.”
“I told you there isn’t another story,” he argued. “But this isn’t finished. I don’t want you coming back in a few years and starting this up again.”
“You think I’d do that?”
His eyes searched hers. “I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything anymore.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “Look, you don’t understand. Riverhaven is a research hospital. We rely heavily on grants and people’s generosity. My career started here. I’ve made a name for myself as a cardiothoracic surgeon. I don’t need any scandal.”
Matt walked to the window and looked out. Damn. He hated losing control. And he wasn’t about to lose the success he’d worked so hard for. It was unfair. And not just to him, but to the baby. He swung around and stared at Tara. “Look, we’ve got to resolve this.”
There was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged man walked in. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit. He had black wavy hair and wore wire-rimmed glasses. His smile was almost a sneer. “Well, Matt, aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Tara McNeal, this is Ed Podesta…my lawyer.”
“Hello, Ms. McNeal.”
Tara tossed a hurt look at Matt, and he suddenly felt he’d done something wrong.
“Mr. Podesta,” she said.
Ed dropped his briefcase on the desk and picked up a file. “These the blood tests?”
Matt nodded. “They’re inconclusive.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Tara said. “Dr. Landers doesn’t want to be Erin’s father. And I’m leaving.”
“Wait, Tara,” Matt called to her. “If you don’t stay, you’ll always wonder about the truth.” He looked at his lawyer for some help.
“And Dr. Landers doesn’t need the threat of you showing up later on, claiming paternity.”
Tara shook her head. “I told him I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then extend your stay to allow for one more test.”
She frowned. “What test?”
Matt spoke. “There’s one test that will prove I couldn’t possibly have fathered the child. A DNA test.”
Tara blinked. “That’s what you’re looking for, isn’t it? A way to get out of accepting the fact that you’re Erin’s father.”
“I’m not—”
“He’s not.” Ed Podesta interrupted. “Let me handle this, Matt.” The lawyer turned to Tara. “It looks as if Dr. Landers’s word isn’t good enough for you. And for the future, a DNA test will protect everyone involved.”
Tara glanced at Matt. “Don’t DNA tests cost a lot?”
“I’ll pay.”
“But…”
“Look, Ms. McNeal,” Podesta began, “Dr. Landers wants to find out who Erin’s father is nearly as much as you do. And when the test eliminates him, then perhaps we can find the man who’s managed to disrupt several lives.”
Tara turned to Matt. Suddenly this all seemed so sordid, so clinical. But there was a baby involved. She had no choice.
“Are you with me?” Matt asked.
She nodded. “Do we need to go back to the lab?”
Matt turned to Ed. “DNA testing has to be done at a larger facility.” He glanced away. “There’s another catch. It’s going to take awhile to get the results.”
“How long?”
“It could take four weeks.”
Tara didn’t like that. She hoped everything would be straightened out so she could head home. “Okay, we’ll do the test and then we’ll have to go back to Phoenix. You can call me when the results come back.”
“I’d like you and Erin to stay here,” Matt said.
Her mouth gaped open. She didn’t have the money to stay in Santa Cruz. “There’s no way I can afford it. Besides, I don’t want to keep Erin in a motel room.” She shook her head. “No, it just isn’t possible.”
Matt nodded. “I understand. But you agree to the test, right?”
“I think it’s a good idea.”
“And will you talk with the private investigator?” Matt asked.
Tara