Expecting His Secret Heir (18 page)

Eve and Carson shared a look. “That's fine,” Eve said with a smile that made Lucinda's blood run cold. “There's plenty of room at the house. I'll have the guest quarters prepared for your stay. Hire whomever you need.”

“Ms. Winchester!” Lucinda gaped at her in shock. When had she lost complete and total control?

Josh cleared his throat.
Oh, yeah.
The moment he'd walked back into her life.

But she didn't get any further than that. Carson stepped forward and said, “That sounds like a good idea to me. Would you be able to do that, Dr. Wilde?”

This simply could not get worse. She had already been dragged into more than enough Winchester/Newport drama. Personally supervising Sutton Winchester's care at home would only double and then triple that.

She had opened her mouth to find the words to politely yet firmly refuse when Josh spoke up. “At the very least,” he said, shooting her one of his big smiles that did absolutely nothing to her, “would you be able to see him settled?”

“I'm the head of the oncology department at Midwest,” she told him with an edge to her voice. “I cannot simply disappear to a private home for days or what could even turn out to be weeks at a time.”

Carson gave her a smile that bordered on predatory. “I'm sure, for an appropriate donation to that new cancer pavilion expansion they've been planning, they'll be more than happy to help you find a way to make this work into your schedule.”

In other words, her medical services were going to the highest bidder—and there were no bidders higher in the greater Chicago region than the Winchesters and the Newports. The Newports were already funding this new children's hospital. In the grand scheme of things, the cost of an expanded cancer pavilion meant nothing to them or the Winchesters.

Lucinda
absolutely
did not want to be a pawn in this tug-of-war between the two families, but that pavilion would do a lot of good for a lot of people. Damn it all to hell. “I suppose I could move a few appointments around and take a couple of days. But I won't compromise anyone else's care. And if I don't believe your father will receive excellent care at home, I won't allow him to be discharged.”

Eve sniffed, and there was determination in her voice as she said, “Fine. Do whatever you have to do. I'll have the guest quarters set up.” Abruptly, she turned away and began texting rapidly.

Lucinda sighed. She turned to Carson—and Josh. “I just want what's best for my patient,” she reminded the men.

“It sounds like
you're
what's best for the patient,” Josh said as if he were seriously complimenting her.

Lucinda had never physically assaulted anyone in her entire life, but she was damned close to taking a swing at Josh. That did it. He needed to get his nose out of this medical situation—and her business—before she lost what was left of her temper. “Can I talk to you for a second?” she demanded, not bothering to smooth her tone over with a smile.

Carson's eyebrows jumped up, but Josh showed no sign that he understood the danger. “Sure.”

Good. Great. She was going to tell Josh Calhoun off the way she should have done seventeen years ago, and then she was going to get on with her life.

Without him.

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ISBN-13: 9781488001949

Expecting His Secret Heir

Copyright © 2016 by Katherine Worsham

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