Page 27 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

And there he was.

Dom.

Seated beside me, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely as if he’d been sitting there for hours. Scrubs stretched across his broad shoulders, and his dark brows were pulled tight, studying me like I was a riddle he couldn’t solve.

Oh my God. No. No, no, no.

I could barely breathe. Panic prickled under my skin like needles.

My ex-boyfriend's father.

The man I’d slept with.

The man who gave me the two babies now missing from my arms.

It felt like the air got sucked out of the room.

This wasn’t just bad luck. This was catastrophic.

What if he saw them? What if they look like him? What if he puts it all together before I can get out of here?

Because hewastheir father. And if anyone would notice the resemblance, it would be him. And what then?

He’d have rights. He could stop me from leaving. Worse—he could demand to be part of their lives.

And even if he didn’t want them? Even if he decided fatherhood wasn’t for him at nearly fifty years old? The mere fact that he’d know would ruin everything.

Leo’s voice echoed like poison in my head.“He doesn’t do family. He barely did it with us.”

And worse—how the hell was I supposed to look him in the eye?

Leo’s father.

The man who had ruined me in all the best ways on that island. The man Leo swore up and down was cold, career-obsessed, emotionally detached.

And yet here he sat, steady and watchful, like he gave a damn.

The forbidden heat under the panic wasn’t helping either.

Because beneath the terror was something else.

That impossible pull—the one that hadn’t let go since the night in paradise.

God, how could he still look like that? How could the sight of him—even now—make my stomach flutter like it had no clue we were in a disaster zone?

Dom leaned forward, picked up a plastic cup, and gently tipped it toward my lips. “Small sips,” he murmured, voice low and steady—a balm and a razor all at once.

Then his hand brushed under my head, cradling it as if I were fragile. Too fragile.

The cool water slid down my raw throat, but it barely touched the wildfire beneath my skin.

His touch burned.

It was steady, tender—but it made me feel unsteady, like I was seconds from cracking wide open.

Stay calm. Don’t let him see the cracks.

But then his scent hit me.

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