Baby, Don't Go (Yeah, Baby Book 3) by Fiona Davenport

Chapter 1
Jack
    Guy Rule #3: No sex in the friend zone
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    “H ey, Ellie!” I yelled as I jogged down the sterile halls of the hospital. A white lab coat and dark brown ponytail had just disappeared around the corner. As I reached the turn, I rammed into said lab coat and ponytail, knocking us both to the ground. I caught her as we fell, so that she landed on top of me. Soft tits were pressed against my chest, wisps of straight, toffee-colored hair tickled my chin, and a sweet, elfin face grinned at me, while her hazel eyes danced with amusement.
    “You’re pretty clumsy for a surgeon, honey,” she laughed, then lightly smacked my shoulder. “And, would you stop calling me Ellie?”
    The endearment brought warmth to my chest and her laugh started a buzz in the general area of my dick. I shoved both feelings away. Ellison Reed was my friend. In fact, since my best friend had gone and knocked up, then married my sister, Ellie (no, I wouldn’t stop calling her that) had basically taken his place.
    She jumped to her feet and I followed, my own grin splitting my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dr. Reed. You plowed into me.
    Ellison snorted, “You wish.”
    Yes. I did wish, but I wasn’t about to admit it aloud. I raised a single eyebrow. “You think so?”
    She shook her head. “Well, since your blow-up girlfriend deflated...”
    I tweaked her nose. “Funny, funny girl.”
    Winking at me, she curtseyed. “Thank you.”
    Damn, she was adorable. Or, you know, cute. Like a friend. “Alright, Dr. Comedienne, I have a surgery in half an hour, but I wanted to see if we were still on for movie night at my place.”
    “Yep. My last case should be done by five, so I’ll grab a shower and pick up Chinese on the way. I should be there by six.”
    “Great. And none of that all vegetable crap you got last time. I’m a growing boy, I need meat, woman!” Her short ponytail was swinging and I couldn’t resist tugging it before I walked away, her laughter following me, bringing back those damn tingles.
    Ellison and I had worked together on and off over the last two years. She was a general pediatric surgeon and when her patients needed a specialist in pediatric vascular surgery, she usually requested me. However, a few months ago, we ran into a tough case and ended up working long hours together. We began to realize we had a lot in common, a love of crappy horror movies, Thai food, eighties music, and baseball. When Wyatt, had to cancel a baseball game with me, I invited Ellison. From there, things took off and we’d been inseparable ever since.
    I’d always been attracted to her, but the friendship we’d developed was important to me and I decided never to cross the line out of the “friend zone.” Friday nights became movie night for us most weeks and I was looking forward to unwinding with her, a cold beer, and a shitty B-list horror film.
    My afternoon was spent with a tough case, and by the time the surgery was done, I was strung tight with stress and worry.
    “I want updates every hour for the next four hours,” I told my nurse as I finished writing Heather’s orders. She was only six years old and in critical condition. “Then I want another update every four hours from then on.”
    “No problem, Dr. Halston.” She finished hooking up Heather’s IV and followed me from the small room in the ICU, both of us stopping at the nurse’s station to drop off paperwork.
    I changed into street clothes in the locker room and tossed my scrubs in a laundry bin on my way out the door. Entering the employee-parking garage, I strolled over to my Mercedes convertible and popped the remote lock. Getting in, I put down the top and drove out into the balmy, summer evening. On the way home, I stopped by the store for beer and a carton of Moose Tracks, Ellison’s favorite ice cream. When I arrived at my house, I pulled into the four-car garage and parked next to my Ducati. Taking