The Doctor's Secret Son by Janice Lynn

Author:Janice Lynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Medical Romances
Published: 2017-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

CHRISSIE HAD WORKED five twelve-hour shifts straight and was exhausted when she picked Joss up from her mother’s that evening. Still, she put on a happy face for him, fed him, then gave him his bath.

Three bedtime stories and lots of giggles later she put him to bed, then went to shower.

When her phone rang, she figured it was Savannah to check on her after her mini-meltdown at work that day. Calling Trace and blurting out the truth wasn’t exactly what she’d planned, at least, not over the phone. She could hardly believe that she’d let a patient get to her that intensely. She’d call Savannah back when she got out of the shower.

Letting the hot water sluice over her body and wash away the day’s grime, she wished she could as easily wash away the stress. If only it were that easy.

A downpour wouldn’t wash away her day’s stresses. Not today. Stress she’d caused herself by calling Trace. Why had she called him?

Because a pitiful man sitting over his unconscious son’s body had gotten to her as she’d listened to his story. Bits and pieces of that story had resonated a little too close. Had reinforced what had been eating at her from the moment she’d laid eyes on Trace again.

She had to tell him about Joss. Not to was wrong. She hadn’t needed to hear the man’s words to know that. But maybe she’d needed to hear them to make her get beyond the past and act.

Because she was scared. And selfish.

When she got out of the shower, the number showing on the cell phone wasn’t Savannah’s.

It was the number she’d programmed into her phone after Alexis had given it to her. The number she had called earlier that day because she’d gotten so emotionally tangled up that the need to call him had about done her in.

Trace’s number.

He’d called.

Her phone vibrated in her hand and played a series of musical notes.

Correction. He was calling. Trace was calling.

With shaky fingers, she slid her fingertip across the phone screen to answer the call. “Hello.”

“Chrissie.”

“Trace.” Their one word responses couldn’t go on, so she added, “Good to hear from you.”

“Is it?”

She winced. Not quite sure how to take his comment, she opted to ignore it. It was good to hear from him compared to not hearing from him, but she didn’t really know what to say.

“Why are you calling, Trace?”

“You thought I wouldn’t after the bombshell you dropped?”

Heat crawled up Chrissie’s neck.

“You got off the phone with me rather abruptly. I wasn’t sure what to expect.” Ha. He’d essentially hung up on her, leaving her a bumbling mess that Savannah had found crying in the empty patient room she’d called him from.

Ugh. How she hated the tangled mess she found herself in. Stupid conscience. Stupid her for going to Atlanta. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Everything had been just fine until she’d seen Trace again. She’d been happy, content with her life with Joss. Then she’d had to go and mess everything up by going back to the place where it all started.

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