Her little man. And every day since their parting two months ago, Joanna had resisted the urge to send for him so they could be together now.
Joanna had no choice but to put that idea out of her mind. Joseph needed security and a safe place to live, something she couldn’t offer until she found better housing, paid off a few more bills. Hopefully they would be reunited soon, if only fate would quit throwing up roadblocks.
The rap on the window startled Joanna so much that she almost cried out. She was overcome with relief when she saw Cassie O’Connor standing outside the car, not some mugger.
She stepped out of the sedan then leaned back against the closed door for support.
Cassie gave a one-handed sweep of her shoulderlength blond hair, her dark eyes reflecting her concern. “Where did you go in such a hurry?” Cassie asked.
Joanna willed her pounding heart to slow. “I have to work at the birthing center tomorrow.”
“That’s horrible, working on New Year’s.”
The day held little meaning for Joanna, since she would be spending it without her child. “Babies don’t care about holidays. Besides, I’ve got bills to pay.” And it looked as though she would have one more debt now that her car refused to run. Just another to add to the pile, thanks to her ex-husband’s careless disregard.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Cassie said. “I was worried something might be wrong when I saw you rush out.”
“Actually, I’m glad you came along. My car won’t start.”
Cassie gave her a sympathetic look. “Not a great way to ring in the new year, that’s for sure. Do you have a phone to call a mechanic?”
Joanna couldn’t afford a cell phone. She could barely afford the pager she was required to carry. “No, and I have no idea who to call.” Nor did she know how she was going to pay for the repairs. Under normal circumstances, her nurse’s salary was more than decent, but the amount of liabilities Adam had left her with was obscene.
“We’ll ask Brendan for a recommendation,” Cassie said. “He’s bringing the car around. We can give you a ride home.”
Joanna didn’t relish the thought of the O’Connors seeing her neighborhood. “I’d appreciate that, but you can just drop me off at the clinic. I have some extra clothes there.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?”
“I’m sure. That way I’ll already be at work in the morning, since it looks like I’ll be without transportation.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.” Cassie’s brassy smile appeared. “And how did you like Dr. Madrid?”
“Dr. Madrid?”
“Yes, Rio Madrid. The man who had you in a lip lock a few minutes ago.”
Joanna’s face heated to flash-fire proportions. She’d hoped that no one had witnessed her reckless behavior. Obviously she’d made a total fool out of herself with a man. Again. “Oh, him. I guess I didn’t realize he was a doctor.” She hadn’t even known his name.
“As a matter of fact, he assisted Dr. Anderson when the twins were born.”
“He’s an OB?” Joanna failed to keep the shock from her voice.
“Yes, and I’m surprised you haven’t met him before tonight.”
Joanna still hadn’t officially met him, but she had kissed him. “I’ve only been working at the center for six weeks. I still haven’t met all the obstetricians.”
“That might be for the best,” Cassie said. “He’s not too receptive to alternative birth methods.”
Classic conservative-doctor attitude, Joanna thought, though the man didn’t appear to be typical physician material. But men could be deceptive. She had learned that lesson the hard way. “Hopefully I won’t be crossing his path any time soon.”
Cassie’s grin deepened. “Do you mean personally or professionally?”
“Both.”
Cassie rubbed her arms and shivered. “If you say so. Right now let’s get out of here. It’s pretty nippy tonight and I need to relieve the baby-sitter.”
Joanna hadn’t noticed the cold, probably because she still battled a slow-burn heat caused by Dr. Rio Madrid. She started to move but realized her dress was caught in the closed door—the dress she had borrowed from Cassie. What other disaster could possibly befall her tonight?
She opened the door and pulled the hem from the car’s rusty clutches, immediately noting an ugly smudge of grease on the royal-blue satin. “I’m sorry, Cassie. You were so nice to loan this to me and now I’ve probably ruined it.”
Cassie glanced at the soiled hem. “That’s okay, Joanna. I’m sure the dress will be fine after it’s cleaned.”
Joanna had her doubts about that. “I’ll get it cleaned for you. It’s the least I can do.”
“You have enough to worry about. I’ll take care of it. Believe me, with six-month-old twins, you have to have a lot of things cleaned.”
Joanna thanked her lucky stars that she had met Cassie and her husband, neonatologist Dr. Brendan O’Connor, just after she’d taken the job. Cassie had visited the birthing center and sent several referrals her way through her social work at Memorial. Their friendship made the transition of sending Joseph to live with his grandmother somewhat easier.
Joanna sighed. “Guess I’m kind of out of it tonight.”
Cassie grinned again. “I don’t doubt that one bit. Midnight kisses can do that to a girl.”
Joanna couldn’t agree more. That kiss was still fresh on her mind—and on her lips. But she was determined to forget it, even though it was the most unforgettable kiss she had ever received.
A kiss delivered by a gorgeous stranger. A beautiful doctor. The very last thing she needed in her life.
Rio Madrid yanked the pager from his lab-coat pocket and pressed the button. Great. A call from the E.R.— just what he needed to end one helluva hectic day.
He tossed the tray filled with his untouched dinner onto the cafeteria conveyor belt and headed down to the emergency room. In the past eighteen hours, he’d delivered three babies, seen an office full of patients and had barely enough time to take a breather, much less eat. He was beginning to question whether he should have hired a partner after Anderson’s retirement. Too late to worry about that now. Besides, he’d always been a loner, and he liked it that way.
After he reached the nurses’ station, he used the counter for support. He was too tired for a man barely thirty-three years old. “What’s up, Carl?”
The burly nurse glanced up from his charting and hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the board listings. “We have an OB admit brought in by a nurse from the birthing center.”
“Where is she?”
“The patient?”
No, the pope, Rio wanted to say but kept his frustration in check. “Yeah, the patient.”
“In Room 3 with the nurse.”
“The nurse?”
Carl shrugged. “She won’t leave until she knows what’s up. Common practice when midwives are involved.”
That didn’t surprise Rio at all. In fact, he was immediately reminded of his mother.