The Baby of Their Dreams (Contemporary Medical Romance) by Carol Marinelli Page B

said.
    She heard a voice in the background.
    A female voice.
    ‘I have to go.’
    He was probably at work, she told herself as she ended the call.
    And even if he wasn’t, it was none of her business.
    Cat really didn’t have time to dwell on her feelings, if she even had feelings for Dominic. Aware she was only going to get bigger and that there weren’t too many days off between now and her maternity leave starting, when Saturday came she found herself back in the wallpaper shop. This time she had Gemma in tow and her brother’s offer to come and help this afternoon when the cot was being delivered.
    ‘We have the softest pink,’ Veronica said. ‘It actually feels like candy floss...’
    ‘The last time I ate candy floss I vomited,’ Cat said to Gemma.
    ‘It’s gorgeous,’ Gemma insisted as she ran her hands over it, but Cat shook her head as she opened up another sample book.
    ‘That,’ Cat said, ‘is what I call gorgeous.’
    ‘It’s blue!’
    It was
so
blue, the paper was every shade of night and brushed with dandelions that looked as if they could blow away in the night wind.
    And so Cat found herself up a ladder as her brother, Greg, hovered nervously. He had no idea how to hang wallpaper so he held the ladder instead and handed her the glued sheets to put up.
    ‘It’s very dark,’ Greg offered, when she was done.
    ‘It’s supposed to be for sleeping,’ Cat said. ‘You don’t like it?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ Greg admitted. ‘Maybe when the cot’s in and you’ve got the right furniture and light fittings...’
    ‘You have no imagination, Greg.’
    ‘I’m an accountant,’ Greg said. ‘What time’s the cot arriving?’
    ‘It’s a p.m. delivery, that’s all they’d say.’ A knock at the door had Cat smiling. ‘You can help set it up while I go and get changed.’
    ‘Help?’
    Cat laughed as Greg went down to get the door and then she looked around the bedroom. ‘A brave choice’ had been Veronica’s words when she had made her selection. Gemma had looked worried and Greg was sitting on the fence...
    ‘Cat!’ Greg called. ‘The cot’s here and so is the reason for its purchase.’
    Dominic gave a wry grin as Cat’s brother announced his early arrival.
    He had surprised himself with his own reaction when he had seen a man waiting for the delivery of the cot.
    A good-looking man around Cat’s age.
    It had taken only a moment to work out it was probably her brother, and as he introduced himself the same green eyes had confirmed that fact.
    Dominic, though, was unsettled by his brief two-bulls-in-one-paddock moment.
    Another thing that needed to be discussed, he thought.
    No, he wasn’t particularly looking forward to tonight.
    Then he changed his mind because, wearing khaki trousers and with a vest top on, Cat came down the stairs and he noticed that between now and earlier this week her belly button had poked out.
    ‘Dominic.’ Cat gave a wary smile at the strange air of hostility in her hallway. ‘This is my brother, Greg.’
    ‘We’ve already introduced ourselves,’ Greg said as the delivery man dragged cardboard boxes up her stairs. ‘Right, I’m off.’ Greg gave his sister a brief kiss on the cheek.
    ‘I thought you were going to stay and help with the cot.’
    ‘Er... Cat,’ Greg said, ‘I’m sure Dominic can manage that much at least...so long as it’s not too much responsibility for him...’
    Oh, no!
    She groaned inwardly as Greg got all big brother and angry and tried to somehow equate putting up a cot with men who impregnated helpless virgins and left them heavy with child.
    ‘I’ve got this, thanks, Greg,’ she said, but only as her brother shot Dominic a filthy look and then stalked off did it dawn on her what the problem was.
    ‘Oh, God,’ she said to Dominic. ‘I forgot to tell him you weren’t married.’
    ‘Remind me never to take over a multi-trauma patient from you,’ he said.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Well, you’re not very good at passing