The Would-Be Mommy by Jacqueline Diamond

Author:Jacqueline Diamond
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: medical romance, heartwarming romance, single mother romance, doctor romance, hospital romance, smalltown romance, surprise baby, clean and wholesome romance, adopted baby romance
Publisher: Jacqueline Diamond

CHAPTER TWELVE

“What kind of bush is this? I’d hate to end up with a rash,” Pierre muttered.

“I think it’s an azalea.” Ian had waited in far worse circumstances to conduct interviews or, in this case, an ambush. “Perfectly safe.”

“Yeah? Well, what’s this ground cover? I wouldn’t put it past this damn club to plant poison ivy all over their bloody exclusive premises,” the cameraman grumbled. “My knees were sore, but I’m almost sorry I plopped on my butt. It’s starting to itch.”

“Doesn’t do much for my dignity, either,” Ian agreed. All the same, he felt justified crouching in wait for Judge Brandon Wycliff beside the parking lot of the man’s country club.

Since the story containing Mrs. Wycliff’s sensational accusations broke on Sunday, the man had refused to return Ian’s phone calls or speak to any members of the press. You could hardly blame him, considering that he faced serious criminal charges along with the scorn of the media. Late-night comedians were making hay out of the guy’s escapades, and there’d been public outrage that he’d allegedly allowed a porno producer to approach his underage daughter.

He’d betrayed the public’s trust by taking bribes, but to Ian the betrayal of his family’s trust was worse. The man ought to apologize publicly and privately to his wife and child. Surely some kind of heart had to beat underneath that glib exterior.

Or maybe not. Sociopaths came in many guises. Some lurked in dark alleys or rode with gangs; others wore expensive suits and presided over courts.

Mrs. Wycliff had said the judge worked out regularly at his club. Sure enough, he’d arrived right on time this Thursday morning. A guard had stopped the news van at the entrance, so the two men had parked nearby, waited a while, then sneaked back on foot.

That was three hours ago, but his car, an overpriced luxury model, remained in its space. The judge must have finished working out and stayed for a late breakfast or early lunch.

Despite Ian’s attempts to stretch and move around, his entire body had stiffened. What a ridiculous activity for two grown men, skulking in the bushes for hours. Yet he needed this interview. The story demanded a response, and Viktor and Flash News/Global’s subscribers expected Ian to bring it.

He’d heard rumors that a woman who covered the Washington beat and an older man known for his science reporting were also being considered for the promotion. Both had clear fields of expertise, unlike Ian. Being a generalist might work against him, which meant he’d better prove to be such an outstanding generalist that he eclipsed his competitors.

Meanwhile, his grumbling stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Going without food didn’t used to bother him. Was he growing soft—or just older?

“Here he comes.” Pierre pointed toward a man with gray-tinged hair emerging from the building about thirty feet away. In his sky-blue designer suit, Judge Wycliff strutted as if he felt invulnerable. Behind him lurked a muscular fellow—the bodyguard, no doubt.

“Wait till they’re well clear of the building.

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