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The Miracle Of Birth.

No matter how many times he witnessed it, Tyler was filled with a humbling sense of wonder, as well as a twinge of regret. Since he didn’t intend to have children, he’d never have a moment like this to call his own.

This baby boy’s father was one hell of a lucky man. And the jerk wasn’t even here to realize it.

A mist clouding his eyes, Tyler examined the squirming infant. Ten fingers. Ten toes. He grinned. An impressive sprinkler system.

But as Tyler looked more closely at the boy, his smile faded and the blood drained from his face. A tiny dimple dented the infant’s chin, and a telltale cowlick at his forehead parted his thick black hair.

Ty thought back to that night in Chicago. The one and only night he and Lexi had—

He stared in awe at the miracle he held, his gut clenching as realization hit him. The resemblance was more than coincidental. It was undeniable.

Tyler Braden had just delivered his own son.

His Baby Surprise
Kathie DeNosky

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To Wayne Jordan, for answering my endless questions.

KATHIE DENOSKY

lives in deep Southern Illinois and enjoys dining out, factory outlet malls, traveling through the southern and southwestern states and collecting Native American pottery. After reading and enjoying Silhouette Desire for many years, she is ecstatic about being able to share her stories with others as a Silhouette author. She often starts her day at 2:00 a.m. so she can write without interruption, before the rest of the family is up and about. You may write to Kathie at P.O. Box 2064, Herrin, Il 62948-5264.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

One

“What’s wrong now, Martha?” Tyler Braden asked, sighing heavily.

He picked up a patient file from the top of the well-worn counter. In the three days since his arrival in Dixie Ridge, Tennessee, Ty had learned a very important lesson about Nurse Payne. Whatever thoughts she had, she freely shared.

“Are you gonna wear your Sunday-go-to-meetin’ clothes every day of the week, Doc?”

Ty opened his lab coat to look down at his white shirt, striped tie and charcoal dress slacks. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”

Martha looked at him over the top of her wire-rimmed glasses as if she thought he might be a bit simpleminded. “Around here, folks don’t get gussied up like that unless they’re gettin’ married or buried.”

Ty arched a brow. “What would you suggest I wear, Martha?”

She patted the thick, gray bun at the base of her neck—a gesture he’d quickly come to recognize as Martha’s preamble to a lecture. When she walked around the counter to stand in front of him, her gaze raking him from head to toe, he had to fight the urge to reach down and make sure his fly was closed. A quick glance south of his belt buckle assured him it was.

“First of all, you need to lose the tie and white shirt. They make you look like you’re about to choke.” Martha looked thoughtful. “Doc Fletcher wears sports shirts, but you ain’t as long in the tooth as Doc, so a T-shirt or sweater would suit you best.” She pointed to his crisply pressed slacks, the creases razor sharp. “And while you’re at it, you might want to buy yourself some jeans and save those for church.” She shrugged. “Course it’s up to you. But I’m warnin’ you. Folks around here don’t care too much for somebody puttin’ on airs.”

“But I’m not—”

“If you don’t want to know, don’t ask.” Having pronounced judgment, Martha walked back around the counter and picked up the ringing phone. “Dixie Ridge Health Clinic.”

Ty bit the inside of his cheek to keep his epithet to himself. When he’d first phoned Dr. Fletcher to discuss temporarily taking over the clinic, the older man had warned him about the crusty nurse.

“Old Martha will be your most valuable asset, but she’ll also be your worst critic. Be sure to stay on her good side.”

But mere words could never have prepared Ty for the reality of Martha Payne. With a pleasant, grandmotherly face and the voice of a drill sergeant, she ran the clinic like a well-oiled machine. Serving as both receptionist and nurse, she demonstrated an efficiency that astounded Ty as much as her outspokenness irritated the hell out of him. Since his arrival, he’d been subjected to lectures ranging from his waste of gauze and tape to the appropriate way of answering the clinic phone. Now it appeared her opinions were taking a more personal turn.

Ty had noticed a quiet reserve about the patients. But preoccupied with their symptoms and complaints, he’d assumed it was because they didn’t know him. He’d never dreamed it could be because of the clothes he wore. Pulling at the knot of his tie, he yanked it free and stuffed it into the pocket of his lab coat. Thank God, when his six months here were finished, he’d head back to Chicago and not have to listen to Martha reiterate his shortcomings.

Fifteen minutes later Ty bid farewell to Harv Jenkins with a reminder to take his medication regularly, then walked up to the reception counter. “Is that it for the day?”

Martha shook her head and shoved a chart across the counter. “Freddie Hatfield just brought Lexi in. Her water broke and contractions are two minutes apart. She’s in the birthin’ room and I’d say it won’t be too long before it’s showtime.”

“Has she had any problems during the pregnancy?” Ty asked, scanning the chart. Dr. Fletcher had made few notations aside from the patient’s weight and blood pressure.

“Nope. I’ve known Lexi Hatfield all her life and she’s always been as healthy as a horse.”

“Has she expressed any concerns about the delivery?”

“Nope.” Beaming, Martha rounded the end of the counter. “She’s doin’ pretty good for a first-timer. But Freddie couldn’t get past the front door.”

“Nervous wreck?” Ty asked, following Martha down the narrow hall leading to the infirmary.

“Unless it’s a matter of life and death, Freddie Hatfield avoids this place like a bachelor avoids a widow’s convention.” Martha shook her head and laughed. “Always has been delicate. Faints dead away at the smell of antiseptic.”

Delicate?

Ty frowned at Martha’s description of Fred Hatfield. Of all the terms he thought she might use to describe a man with a weak stomach, delicate wasn’t among them.

A low moan from the infirmary broke through his musing. While Martha went to check the patient, Ty entered the locker room to change clothes.

All in all, he’d had a pretty good day, he decided, pulling on the blue scrubs. He hadn’t seen anything more serious than Harv Jenkins’s sore joints, and anticipated a routine birth.

Rotating his shoulders, Ty found much of the tension that had plagued him in recent weeks had begun to dissipate. Now if he could just get the nightmares under control….

Shaking off the guilt and regret, Ty scrubbed, plastered a smile on his face and shouldered open the door to the birthing room. He wasn’t about to let the tragic events that led to his being here intrude on his good mood.

“Where’s Freddie?” the patient asked.

Martha laughed. “Where do you think?”

“Over at the Blue Bird.”

A tingle raced the length of Ty’s spine at the patient’s familiar soft southern drawl. Only one woman’s voice had ever affected him that way. He glanced over at the bed, but Martha blocked his view. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear—

He shook his head at the ridiculous thought.

“Freddie took off out of here like a scalded dog,” Martha said.

As he tied the bottom strings of the mask around his neck, Ty listened to the patient groan, then huff and puff her way through a contraction. When it finally eased, she blew out a deep cleansing breath.

“Freddie’s a big wimp,” she said, her voice raspy.

He couldn’t have said it better. No matter how queasy old Fred was, the guy could at least try to be present for the birth of his child.

“O-o-oh, why do they…have to come…so close together?” the woman moaned a split second before she began panting her way through another pain.

His disdain for the weak-kneed Fred increased. Compelled to reassure his patient, Ty walked over to the side of the bed. “You’ll do just…”

His voice trailed off as he stared openmouthed at the woman in the final stages of labor. Alexis Madison, popular talk radio hostess and, until almost a year ago, Ty’s next door neighbor, was about to give birth in a rural health clinic in eastern Tennessee.

The last time he’d seen Alexis had been the night before she left Chicago. Due to a station buyout, she’d been told to move her show to Los Angeles or find work elsewhere. She’d chosen to quit and move back to Tennessee. In fact, she was one of the reasons he’d taken the job in Dixie Ridge. When he’d been looking for a place to hide from the media, he remembered her talking about the peace and quiet of the Smoky Mountains. After sending out a few feelers, he’d jumped at the chance to temporarily take over the clinic.

The disappointment tightening his chest surprised him. He’d been more than a little attracted to her from the moment they met and had intended to look her up while he was here in the hopes of becoming better acquainted. But there wasn’t any reason to do that now. She’d obviously found some guy named Fred as soon as she moved back, gotten married and started a family.

He forced a smile as he gazed down at her. “Hello, Alexis.”

Lexi figured it had to be the pain causing hallucinations. It had been almost ten long months since she’d heard Tyler Braden’s rich baritone. Besides, the location was all wrong. She was back home in the mountains of Tennessee, not the concrete jungle of Chicago.

But when she opened her eyes, the metallic taste of fear spread through her suddenly dry mouth and she let out a horrified moan. “N-o-o-o…not you!”

“You knew Doc Fletcher wouldn’t be here for the delivery,” Martha reminded her. She reached up to pat Ty’s shoulder. “This here’s Doc Braden. He’s fillin’ in.”

Panic swept through Lexi and she grabbed the front of Martha’s white uniform. “Get him away from me!”

“Simmer down, Lexi.” Martha disengaged herself and turned to Ty. “Don’t take offense. They all act like they’re devil possessed by the time they reach this stage of the game.”

“Please, Martha,” Lexi pleaded. She had to make the woman understand she didn’t want Tyler Braden anywhere near her. “I don’t want him delivering my baby.”

“Lexi, you know there ain’t another doctor within thirty miles of here,” Martha said, her voice stern.

“Then you do it!”

“Now, cut that out.” Martha shook her finger. “You know the only time I catch a baby is when the doctor can’t get here in time.”

“Then go tell Freddie to get the car…and take me to Granny Applegate!” Lexi felt like a beached whale as she struggled to sit up.

“Who the hell is Granny Applegate?” Ty asked.

“An old woman up on Piney Knob,” Martha said, pushing Lexi’s shoulders back down when she finally managed to prop herself up on her elbows. “Granny takes care of some of the folks around here with her home remedies. And she’s delivered more babies than a porcupine has quills or time to count ’em.”

Upset and completely unprepared for the next contraction, Lexi moaned. Pain pulled at her insides, demanding her body take action. Closing her eyes, a guttural sound rumbled in the back of her throat as she strained with all her might to push her baby into the world.

When the contraction ended, she opened her eyes to see Ty shaking his head. “Don’t be ridiculous, Alexis. There’s no other choice. You wouldn’t make it as far as the front door before you give birth.”

“You two know each other?” Martha asked curiously, her keen eyes assessing the situation.

“We’ve met,” Ty said, a muscle along his lean jaw tightening.

“A long time ago-o-o,” Lexi added as her body demanded another push.

Ty frowned and stepped to the end of the bed. “Unless I miss my guess, your protest is about to become a moot point. How long have you been having contractions, Alexis?”

When he tried to lift the sheet, Lexi planted her feet on the end of it. “My name is Lexi. And leave that sheet alone.”

He pulled at the linen. She pressed her feet down more firmly.

“All right, Lexi. How long have you been in labor?”

“Since early this morning.” She couldn’t think of a more humiliating situation than her current position, and where Ty was about to look. They were really no more than casual acquaintances. “Get away from me.”

He ignored her protest, freed the sheet and arranged it over her bent knees. “Why did you wait so long before you came to the clinic?”

“I didn’t realize…I was in labor-r-r.” Another wave of pain swept over her and she completely forgot her embarrassment as she rode the swell of the contraction. “I just…had a backache…until my water broke. That’s when…the pain really became intense.”

Ty’s examination confirmed his earlier suspicions. Alexis was fully dilated and the fetus had entered the birth canal. “We’ll have to put this argument on hold for a while, Lexi. You’re about to have your baby.”

Pushing his personal feelings aside, Ty’s physician instincts took control. “We need to get her feet in the stirrups, Martha.”

Martha nodded and moved the retractable equipment into place. “These new birthin’ beds are the best thing to come along since penicillin. Maybe we’ll get more maternity cases here at the clinic now that we have this little jewel.”

“Where do most of the women go?” Ty asked as he tied his mask in place. “Granny Applegate?”

“Yep. Most of the women on the mountain have Granny come to their house.” Martha chuckled at his disapproving frown. “Now, don’t go gettin’ your shorts in a bunch, Doc. She’s a licensed midwife and when she runs into trouble, she always gives us a holler.”

Ty didn’t have time to respond to Martha’s explanation when Alexis moaned and voluntarily lifted her feet to brace them in the stirrups. As he positioned himself at the end of the bed, his gaze locked with hers. Limp from perspiration, her golden brown hair had been pulled back with some type of clip, drawing his attention to the exhaustion marring her beautiful face. His chest tightened at the tears filling her emerald eyes, the trembling of her perfect lips, and the bright spots of color staining her creamy cheeks. She was extremely tired, in tremendous pain and understandably frightened. She needed the baby’s father at her side, lending his strength, letting her know he was there for her when she needed him most.

“You’re doing great, Lexi,” he encouraged. “I can see the baby’s head.”

She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut. “It really hurts, Ty.”

He felt her pain all the way to his soul. On impulse, he reached out, took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It won’t be much longer. I promise.”

The simple act of reassurance quickly had his insides churning with emotions he didn’t have the time, nor the inclination, to sort through. Another contraction demanded their attention.

Supporting the baby’s emerging head, he automatically urged, “I need you to give me one more big push and it will all be over.”

As Alexis pushed with all her might, first one shoulder, then the other slipped free and the baby slid into Ty’s waiting hands. Quickly suctioning the mucus and blood from the baby’s mouth and nose, he watched the infant stare at him bleary-eyed for a moment, scrunch its little face, open its mouth and wail at the top of its tiny lungs.

The kid had the temper of a Chicago cab driver and enough volume to put a banshee to shame.

Ty smiled. “Martha, mark the time of birth,” he said, clamping the umbilical cord in two places.

“It’s a boy, Lexi!” Martha said happily, recording the numbers.

Alexis laughed. “Are you sure? I just knew I’d have a girl.”

“Unless little girls have started comin’ with extra plumbing, that’s a boy,” Martha said, chuckling. “What are you gonna name him?”

“Matthew.”

Ty barely heard the two women as a crushing tightness filled his chest. No matter how many times he witnessed the miracle of birth, it never failed to fill him with a humbling sense of wonder, as well as a twinge of regret. Since he didn’t intend to have children, he’d never have a moment like this to call his own.

Fred the Cream Puff was one hell of a lucky man. And the wimpy little jerk wasn’t even here to realize it.

A mist clouding his eyes, Ty examined the squirming infant. Ten fingers. Ten toes. He grinned. An impressive sprinkler system.

But as Ty looked more closely at the baby, his smile faded and he felt the blood drain from his face. A tiny dimple dented the infant’s chin, an inch of black hair covered his head and a small cowlick at his forehead caused his hair to part on one side.

Ty thought back to that night in Chicago. The one and only night he and Alexis had—

He stared in awe at the miracle he held, his gut clenching painfully as realization slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. The resemblance was more than just coincidental. It was undeniable. And that telltale little cowlick proved it. It had been a family trait for generations.

Tyler Braden had just delivered his own son.

Two

Ty handed Lexi her son, and while he dealt with the usual postpartum procedures, she focused her attention on the squirming infant in her arms. Matthew Hatfield’s tiny fists flailed the air like a frustrated prizefighter, and his displeasure with the whole business of being born was written all over his little red face.

Love like she’d never known surged through her.

With a full head of black hair, a tiny dimple in his chin and a cowlick at the edge of his forehead, he was the most beautiful baby she’d ever seen—and the spitting image of his father.

The realization caused Lexi to glance up at the man who had unwittingly helped create the infant she held. How could fate be so cruel? Of all the hundreds of thousands of licensed physicians in the world, why did Tyler Braden have to be the one to take over the Dixie Ridge Health Clinic while Doc Fletcher had his knee replacement surgery?

Ty was an experienced trauma specialist, for heaven’s sake. One of the best in his field. Why wasn’t he in some huge hospital, taking care of real emergencies? Why wasn’t he seven hundred miles away—in Chicago—where he belonged?

A mixture of fear and apprehension filled Lexi to the depths of her soul as she watched Ty. Was he aware the miracle he’d participated in just happened to be the birth of his own son? And if he did realize the baby she held had been the result of their only night together, how would he react? Would he even care?

He hadn’t said anything, but that did little to alleviate her fears. She didn’t know him well enough to know how he’d react. He might be the type of man who could be a seething caldron of rage on the inside, yet appear to be the epitome of calm. She just didn’t know.

When Ty reached over to lift the now sleeping infant and place him into Martha’s outstretched arms, Lexi tensed. “Where are you taking my son?” She’d tried to keep her voice steady, but exhaustion and panic sharpened her tone.

“Don’t worry, Lexi,” Martha reassured. She hefted the baby onto her ample bosom and headed for the door. “I’m just gonna give this little man his first bath. Then, after Doc checks him over, I’ll bring him in for you to nurse.”

Lexi quietly watched Ty take her blood pressure and listen to her heart, when what she really wanted to do was jump out of bed, grab her son and put as much distance as possible between them and the clinic. Draping the stethoscope around his neck, Ty reached down to place his fingers on her wrist. Her skin tingled at the contact and her breathing became shallow.

Dear heavens, had she lost her mind? She’d just had a baby and her body felt as if she’d pushed a bowling ball through a keyhole. That should be enough to make her swear off men for life. The very last thing she should be feeling was any kind of awareness.

But whether she should or not, there was no denying its presence, or its cause. Ty had always had that effect on her. She could still remember the first time he’d spoken to her in the elevator of their apartment building. It had been the day he’d moved in. When he’d said, “Hi. I’m your new neighbor,” his smooth baritone had surrounded her like a soft velvet cape. And it had taken her a good fifteen minutes to get her pulse back down to normal.

After that they’d rarely seen each other. Until the night she’d lost her job and—

No. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—think about that now. If she did, panic would set in and she might give away her secret. At the moment, she was at his mercy and there wasn’t any way she could get away from him.

“When will the baby and I be able to go home?” she asked cautiously.

Ty ignored her question as he fought the turmoil raging within. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers, the heated current traveling the length of his arm and exploding in his gut. How could he feel anything but contempt for Alexis after what she’d done? The shock of finding that he was the father of her child had damn near brought him to his knees only minutes ago.

“Everything appears to be fine with you and the baby,” he finally managed to say. “Looks like the two of you will be going home in a couple of days.” He hurriedly scribbled notations on her chart, snapped it shut and headed for the door. He had to get away from her before his cool facade cracked and his tangled emotions spilled out with the force of a raging river. “I’ll be in to check on you later.”

Knees that threatened to buckle carried him from the room, down the hall and into his office. Closing the door behind him, Ty leaned heavily against it.

He wanted answers and he wanted them now, but reason won out. Alexis needed to rest, and an upsetting confrontation at this point would be counterproductive. Besides, he wasn’t sure he could talk to her without a serious breach of his professionalism.

A light tap on the door signaled that Martha had finished bathing the baby.

“He’s ready for your examination, Doc,” Martha called from the other side. “We’ll be in exam room one.”

Ty tossed the chart on the desk, then sank down in the chair behind it. “Bring him in here, Martha.”

“While you get acquainted with our newest patient, I’m gonna run over to the Blue Bird Cafe and tell Freddie that everything went just fine,” Martha said as she entered the room and handed Ty the precious bundle she carried. She paused for a moment, watching him cradle the infant to his chest. “I know this sounds like I ain’t got the brains God gave a squirrel, but that baby sorta looks like you.”

Ty couldn’t have responded if his life depended on it. When Martha quietly closed the door behind her as she left, he barely noticed. A lump the size of his fist clogged his throat, and the moisture suddenly misting his eyes was dangerously close to spilling down his cheeks. When the baby wrapped tiny fingers around one of his own, the lump in Ty’s throat felt as if it grew to the size of a basketball.

Love, so fierce it was almost debilitating, raced through him as he stared down at his son. Ty had never allowed himself to believe a moment like this would be his to treasure. Never let himself entertain the thought of having a child of his own.

But no matter what reasons Alexis had for keeping her pregnancy a secret, Tyler Braden did have a son. And he’d be damned before he sat idly by and watched another man take his place in raising the boy.

For all he cared, the very squeamish, thoroughly inadequate Fred Hatfield could take a short leap off a tall cliff.

As long as it was in his power to prevent it, history would not repeat itself. Unlike Ty, Matthew was going to know his father and never feel the social inferiority that Ty had always felt.

He placed a kiss on the baby’s forehead and made a solemn promise to himself and his son. “You’re going to know I love you and that I’ll always be there for you.” He hugged the baby close. “And I’ll walk through hell before I let Fred Hatfield or your mother stand in my way.”

Lexi woke with a start, her heart pounding. She sat up and frantically searched the dimly lit room for the wicker bassinet Martha had placed Matthew in after he finished nursing.

It was nowhere in sight.

Panic tearing at her insides, Lexi reached for the call button, but her hands trembled so badly she couldn’t engage the switch. Tossing it aside, she threw back the sheet and tried to get out of bed.

Her sore body protested the rapid movement and her knees threatened to give way when she stood, but she ignored the warnings. She had to find her baby.

By the time she crossed the room and made it down the long corridor to the deserted reception area, her flagging strength was all but spent and she had to lean against the wall for support.

“Martha—”

“Lexi, what in the name of all that’s holy are you doin’ out of bed?” Martha sent her swivel chair skating backward as she rose and hurried to Lexi’s side. “I told you the first time you got up, I had to be there in case you needed help.”

The room began a sickening swirl and Lexi felt herself start to sag. “Where’s…my baby?”

“Doc, get out here,” Martha yelled when Lexi leaned heavily against her. “Now!”

Just before Lexi lost her battle with the dark curtain closing around her, strong arms scooped her up and lifted her to a wide chest. Her nostrils filled with the essence of the man holding her. He smelled of spice cologne and…baby powder.

He must have been holding the baby when Martha called for help. The thought instantly cleared her fog-filled head.

Strength flowed from Ty’s body to hers as he cradled her to him, and Lexi squeezed her eyes shut against the wave of emotion welling up inside her.

“Please, put me down.”

“No.”

“I can walk,” she insisted.

“Yeah, right.” Ty laughed, but the sound held little humor. “Trying to walk is what damned near had you kissing the floor.”

Without another word, he carried her down the corridor to her room and tucked her into bed. At the loss of contact, Lexi suddenly felt cold and abandoned. It was a ridiculous feeling, considering the circumstances, but it was still very real.

With calm efficiency, Ty wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her upper arm, pumped air into it, then slowly released the valve as he listened with his stethoscope. Apparently satisfied with the reading, he took her pulse, recorded the numbers on her chart, then folded his arms across his chest to stare down at her.

“It isn’t called labor for nothing, Alexis,” he said, his voice stern. “Your body had to work very hard and use a lot of energy in order for you to give birth. And although I don’t advise a patient staying in bed more than a few hours following a routine delivery, I do expect her to listen to orders.”

Lexi ground her teeth to keep from screaming that it was his fault she’d gotten up, that she’d had a terrible nightmare in which he’d taken her baby. But caution forced her to remain silent. In no way did she want to arouse Ty’s suspicions.

“As you recently found out, feeling faint is not uncommon the first time a woman tries to walk after giving birth,” Ty continued to lecture. “That’s why you were told to wait for Martha’s assistance.”

Lexi glared at him. “Are you quite finished, Dr. Braden?” When he gave her a slight nod, she asked the question foremost on her mind. “Where’s my son?”

“He’s right here,” Martha said, wheeling the bassinet to the side of Lexi’s bed. “He’s been visitin’ with Doc while you took a nap.” Turning to Ty, she asked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“Go ahead, Martha,” Ty said, nodding. “I can handle things from here.”

“Doc Fletcher always wanted me to be here when we had an overnight patient,” she said, clearly miffed.

Ty shrugged. “Dr. Fletcher had a wife to go home to. I don’t. Besides, I’ll be here anyway. I have to get caught up on some paperwork and it’ll take most of the night to get it done.”

Hoping Martha proved to be as stubborn as always, Lexi’s heart sank when she saw Martha hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“I promise I’ll take good care of them,” Ty said, smiling. “Now go home and get some rest.”

Lexi watched with growing horror as Martha finally nodded and walked toward the door. “If you need me, you’ve got the number,” Martha said, waving goodbye.

The very last thing Lexi wanted was to be left alone with Ty. In fact, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. The more time they spent together, the bigger the chance he’d realize he was Matthew’s father.

As if to draw attention to that very fact, the baby let loose with a lusty cry.

“It appears somebody wants his dinner,” Ty said. He picked the infant up, but seemed in no hurry to place him in Lexi’s outstretched arms. “You said his name is Matthew?”

“Yes.” Her apprehension intensified as Ty smiled fondly at the angry baby he continued to hold.

“Have you and Fred picked out a middle name?” he asked without looking at her.

Watching him stare down at the baby, Lexi frowned. “Did you meet Freddie this afternoon?”

“No.” Ty chuckled when Matthew tried to find nourishment from the tip of his little finger. “I was with a patient. Maybe Fred and I will have the chance to get acquainted when he comes to take you and the baby home.”