Her Baby Out of the Blue by Alison Roberts

Author:Alison Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2009-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

‘Do I what?’ The question had been startling.

‘Ride a motorbike.’ The voice on the other end of the line sounded faintly embarrassed.

‘I used to,’ Dylan admitted. ‘A Ducati. Why?’ He found himself grinning. ‘Do you fancy a ride on one?’

‘Good heavens, no!’ Jane sounded shocked now. ‘No, I was just…um…wondering, that’s all.’ Her voice became much crisper in the wake of the jarring sound of a throat being decisively cleared. ‘I was thinking that you’ll need a vehicle while you’re here and…’

‘And you reckoned I looked like a man who’d be riding off into the sunset on a bike? With my guitar on my back, maybe?’

‘Actually, I was simply trying to be considerate, which led me to wonder what you might prefer to drive.’

Dylan’s smile faded. He was being put in his place, wasn’t he? Kind of a shame to give up on the image of riding a bike again—with Jane clinging on the back. His lips twitched again. They’d probably end up arguing about just who was going to be the pillion passenger.

‘I’d prefer something with four wheels and some walls at the moment. With room for a baby seat.’

He hadn’t meant to sound resigned but the pleasure of driving Jane’s little sports car wasn’t going to be on the agenda any more than feeling the wind in his hair on the back of a bike.

Why on earth had Jane even been thinking about bikes? Mind you, knowing that she’d been thinking of him at all was quite nice. The perfunctory conversations they’d had so far this week hadn’t suggested that he and Sophie were any more than an obligation.

The usual queries regarding their welfare had long since been dealt with on this occasion but Dylan was enjoying the verbal company. He had no intention of letting Dr Walters escape back to her journal reading or scalpel polishing or whatever she amused herself with before retiring for the night.

‘The garden’s taking shape,’ he told her with satisfaction. ‘I got a path clear all the way down to that shed thing today.’

‘The gazebo?’

‘That’s the hexagonal one with all the roses growing over it?’

‘Yes. Lovely place to sit in summer.’

‘It will be,’ he promised. ‘Be a bit painful to try and go inside at the moment. No, I meant the one that’s got a kind of yard attached. There’s some rusty old netting hanging off poles.’

‘Oh! The hen house. Good grief, how could I have forgotten that was there? Collecting the eggs every day was my favourite chore.’

‘I could put some new netting up if you want to use it again.’

‘Keep hens?’ The chuckle told him how ridiculous his suggestion had been. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘No.’ But how nice would it be to have a few chooks scratching around at the end of the garden? ‘Same goes for the vegetable garden, I suppose?’

‘Yes. ’Fraid so.’

There was a short silence. This would be Jane’s cue to end the call. It was Dylan’s turn to clear his throat this time.

‘There’s flowers coming out on the tree at the end of the veranda,’ he told her.

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