Page 46 of Rockstar Baby Daddy

His frown transformed into a smile and he nodded. “No problem, Dr. Wright. Want me to grab you a sandwich from the cafeteria?” Quincy shrugged at my confused look. “Got four of my own, so I know a hungry woman when I see one.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’m on my way there now, but thanks for the offer.” His words made me feel a little better, and a lot less like a feral animal unable to control her emotions because of basic hunger. A quick stop in my office to drop off the meeting notes and grab my wallet, and food would be just minutes away.

I sighed before I pushed open the door to my office. Even minutes seemed too far away. If I move faster, I could cut that down further.

But, of course, plans didn’t always go as they were meant to. My baby bump was proof of that, and so was the handsome, smiling face that stared back at me when the door to my office opened fully. Gavin, with a heart-stopping smile and sparkling green eyes, stood amidst the most wonderful aromas wafting around my office.

“Why do you smell like food?” It was a silly question, but I was also a feral animal focused on nothing but satisfying my hunger.

Gavin laughed, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he stepped aside to reveal the small functional table I used for the constant mounds of paperwork I had to deal with, now covered in a blue-and-white striped tablecloth, a single blue candle with the flame flickering under the wind of the air conditioner, and a floating hydrangea. All of it was surrounded by food. Lots and lots of food.

“Sadly, it’s not me smelling of food.”

Under normal circumstances I might have smiled, might have told Gavin that he smelled better than any dish, but today that wasn’t true. “I thought we talked about this, Gavin?” He was going to back off a little, stop trying to do everything for me.

He shrugged. “You talked. I listened, but I didn’t agree to anything.”

He hadn’t, and I hadn’t really expected he would. You don’t become one of the most sought-after musicians in the world by giving up easily.

“I appreciated the bagel this morning, but I appreciated the strawberry cream cheese even more.” And the decaf coffee, but it felt too much like rewarding bad behavior if I told him so.

Gavin’s lips twitched as if he could read my mind. “It was my pleasure, Suzie.”

And that was part of the problem. How could I be expected to keep my distance, to protect my heart when he was being so unconditionally sweet and caring? “Gavin,” I groaned.

“Oh, don’t say my name like that. It does things to me. Sexy things.” Gavin’s smile widened and he wiggled blond eyebrows suggestively.

That smile did wonderfully sexy things tome. “What’s the meaning of all this?”

Gavin sighed and spread his arms wide. “This is me, getting as much time with my baby mama as I can.”While I canwent unspoken, but we both heard it.

I frowned. “Baby Mama? No, I willnotbe called that, don’t you even think about it.” I could deal with having a baby as a result of a casual affair, but I could not handle that particular moniker.

Gavin barked out another laugh and motioned for me to take a seat at the table. The sound was rich, deep, and beautiful.

“Baby Mother? That has a more distinguished air about it.”

“Gavin.” I sighed, my stomach growling with every step I took towards the food.

“My baby’s mama?”

I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me at his tone. “Suzie will do just fine.”

He held my chair out and whispered in my ear, “She’ll do a lot better than fine. She’s just about perfect.”

Before I could tell Gavin that I was nowhere near perfect, my stomach let out another loud lion’s roar of hunger and did the job for me. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. My baby mama is hungry and it makes me feel good, manly, that I’m the one satisfying her hunger.” Gavin could be so funny and so charming that sometimes it was difficult to tell if he was being serious, but the sincere glint in his eyes was believable.

I looked at the spread of food on the table and smiled. “Meatloaf? I haven’t had meatloaf since Mom was alive.” Tears stung my eyes because hormones were a wild and crazy part of pregnancy, but I managed a smile through the tears.

“It’s Granddaddy’s famous gravy meatloaf with buttery mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, and biscuits. I told him it was a lot of food for a little woman, but he said you were eating for two.”

“You Ross men were given an overdose of charm when it was being handed out, weren’t you?”

Gavin shrugged. “Or maybe we’re just extremely charming to the right woman.”

His words hung in the air for a long, sexually-tense moment that caused my heart to beat triple-time. “Maybe. Maybe you’re just natural caretakers and you missed your calling as a nurse.”

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