The Irish Doctor’s Secret Babies
A Secret Baby Romance
K.C. Crowne
Contents
Also by K.C. Crowne
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
Doctor’s Secret (Preview)
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Description
A tall beefy doctor walks into a bar...
No it’s not the start of a joke.
It’s how this all started.
One night was all we had.
Before he flew back to Ireland for good.
I was convinced I’d never see Dr. Mc Hottie again.
Til years later when he walks back into my life in the most shocking way…
“Kenna?” says a man with a familiar sexy Irish accent.
I feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
“Finn? What are you doing here!?”
It’s Doctor Mchottie.
And he’s about to administer annual checkups for two adorable little twins.
Oh and did I mentioned that they happen to have his piercing eyes and his dimpled chin?
Do you think now is a good time to tell him???
Prologue
KENNA
The exact second the final guest left the convention hall, I had one thing on my mind: Wine.
“Are they gone?” Macey, one of the black-and-white referee suit-clad members of the serving staff regarded me with wide, expectant eyes, as if I were about to deliver the news of a lifetime.
The rest of the serving staff gathered around, all waiting for the answer. Every one of them was dressed like sporty referees – the bar mitzvah we’d worked that night had been sports-themed. The scene around them was post-chaos. Hard to believe only ten minutes ago a hundred people had been in the events room.
I slipped my phone out of the back pocket of my dress slacks and checked the time – a little after nine.
“They had us until nine, and we’re past it. Done!”
Cheers went up from the staff, and they didn’t waste a moment making their way over to the bar. Macey connected her phone to one of the Bluetooth speakers, and something I recognized as Drake blasted. The bartender on staff began passing out drinks.
“Alright, kids,” I announced, despite the average age of the serving staff barely younger than me. “Don’t forget we need to put this place back together by ten.”
“Sure, sure,” Macey called over her shoulder as the bartender lined up shots. “We got it, boss.”
Man, I never got tired of being called that.
“I’m going to check in with Gia,” I said. “And I’ll be back to make sure we’re good to go.”
Macey didn’t even answer with words this time, only a thumbs-up as she and the rest of the team threw back what would almost certainly be the first of many shots. I watched them for a moment, part of me wishing I was twenty-three again and partying like I didn’t have a care in the world.
But I did have a care in the world – many of them, in fact, the first of which involved letting Gia Stone-Davenport, my boss and friend, know that the party was a smash.
And that glass of wine was still on my mind.
After grabbing my purse from the staff storage area, I stepped out of the events room and into the grand, ornate lobby of the hotel. The hotel was elegant – all-out luxury. The oriental carpet was a deep red, dual sets of grand staircases went up to the second floor, and gray stone columns jutted up into the vaulted ceilings.
But at that moment, there was only one feature of the lobby I cared about – the bar.
I weaved through the crowd, noting a few dozen of the guests from the bar mitzvah were still there mingling. Part of me wanted to stay, to ask how their evening had gone in the hopes of drumming up more business, but Gia and I were more than good on that front. Between the two of us, we had enough events on the horizon to keep our company busy.
I planted my butt in one of the open seats, stuck out two fingers to the bartender, and quickly had a glass of wine in front of me. Before I had a chance to take a sip, my phone shook in my pocket.
“Hey!” I said, my voice low as I carried my glass of wine to the far end of the bar, not wanting to be that girl who blabbed on a phone in public.
“Let’s hear some good news,” Gia said, her voice businesslike as always. “All go well?”
“All went perfectly.” I leaned back in my seat, holding my glass of wine near my chest. “I swear, I’m pretty sure I could handle these bar mitzvahs with my eyes closed by this point.”
“Put that down right now!” Gia spoke in a stern, commanding tone. “I said, right now!”
My eyebrows arched. “You serious? Just doing my usual post-event celebratory glass of wine.”
“Gilly! Thank you.” She sighed, and I realized the words had been directed toward Gia’s daughter. “Sorry. Gavin and I just got this cookware set, and Gilly seems to think they’re the most interesting things in the world. Every time I turn around, she’s marching through the house with a sauté pan or something.”
“Damn, a two-year-old carrying a sauté pan?”
“Sure, sure – I’ll get the hose if I need to.”
She laughed. “And we can touch base next week about what’s coming up.”
“Def. And, um…maybe we can even talk about my future with the business?” I hedged, smiling. “If you have time, of course.”
“Gilly! I swear, do not drop that pan! Hold on.” A clatter on the other line sounded out, followed by some in-the-distance scolding from Gia to Gillian, followed by mischievous toddler laughter. Gia picked up and sighed loudly. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Before I could say a word, my phone let out a beep-beep-beep, letting me know the battery was about dead. What I wanted to talk about was my standing in the company. I’d been working with Gia for years, and I was starting to feel like it was time for me to no longer just be her assistant. I wanted more, and I was ready for it.
“It’s—”
“Gilly!”
The phone beeped, then silence. I checked the screen, seeing nothing in the dark reflection other than my bemused face. Dead.
I set my phone on the bar, letting out a frustrated sigh before taking a sip of my wine. The bartender, realizing my situation, offered me the phone end of a charger.
“Oh my God,” I said to her. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“We’ve all been there,” she replied.
I plugged in my phone and set it down, the dead battery picture appearing on the screen. Then I sat back in my chair, my eyes scanning the bar as I let my phone charge.
The place had grown busier over the last few minutes, and a dozen or so well-dressed men and women had claimed the empty seats, the energy in the place picking up. I suddenly felt a little put out – not sure what to do with myself. My plan had been my usual routine – absent-mindedly scrolling through social media while sipping a glass of wine.
Instead, I decided to do some people-watching. My gaze trailed down the long bar, moving from face to face. The one I eventually landed on was enough to make my heart jump into my throat.
A gorgeous man was seated at the crook of the L-shaped bar. He was tall with wavy, auburn hair long enough to be swept behind his ears. He had bright green eyes topped with thick auburn brows, and a sculpted face that was all angles and cheekbones. And even from my distance, I could see a smattering of freckles on his nose. He was handsome as hell, but with a tinge of boyishness to his features that made him more appealing.
He wore a white, button-up shirt with a brown, tweed coat on over it. Something about his style made him look like he’d be more at home bellied up to the bar of some 19th century English pub rather than an ultra-hip, modern bar.
His full, sexy lips curled up into a knowing smile, one that made him look like he was in on a joke that no one else was.
What the hell’s he smirking at? I realized as soon as the thought vanished from my head. He was smirking at me – because I was staring at him!
I ripped my eyes off his handsome face, clamping them onto the bar directly in front of me. My heart went thud-thud-thud in my chest, and without thinking, I tossed back the last bit of wine in my glass.
“Ah, barkeep?”
A voice cut through the din of conversation and music that swirled around me. It was him. There was something odd about the way he spoke, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Would you be a dear and top me off here? And one for the thunderstruck woman at the far end.”
The man, whoever he was, spoke in a sexy, lilting Irish brogue that caught my attention immediately. And more than that, the way he spoke made his words carry clearly to me.
“You got it, Doc.”
Doc? Interesting.
I flicked my eyes over to him once more just long enough to see him smile at me, a warm and charming and inviting smile tossed off as if it were the most casual thing in the world. I cleared my throat as the bartender filled my glass before heading over to him and doing the same with his whiskey.
Shit. I had to do something. I wasn’t the type to get all butterfly-y on account of a handsome face, but there was something different about him – more than the obvious of him being from another country.
I lifted my glass and glanced over to him, watching as the man raised his drink in a faux toast. Still feeling awkward, I raised my glass right back before taking a sip.
Alright, fine – that was something I could handle. I pressed the home button on my phone again, as if it might’ve magically fully charged so I could have something to do to occupy me. My belly tingled, the wine finally doing its work. I glanced up again and noticed he was gone. The seat where he, whoever he was, had been sitting was empty.
“Now, I don’t wanna risk sounding corny here, but there’s something that’s a damn shame about seeing a gorgeous woman sitting by herself.”
That sexy brogue flowed to my ear, the words coming out on such a melody that I could almost see music notes. I spun around in my seat, and however hot he was from a distance, up close it was even more pronounced, impossible to ignore. On top of everything else, he was tall – had to be almost six and a half feet.
“You alright there?” He crinkled his brow a bit, as if genuinely wondering whether or not something was the matter.
Well, he wasn’t wrong. Between his looks and his accent my panties were about soaked.
I cleared my throat and spoke. “Totally fine. Thanks for the drink.”
“Think nothing of it,” he said, tossing off the words with total charm. “Now, I understand just fine the need for a bit o’ time to oneself, and there isn’t a thing wrong with having a drink while mulling over your own thoughts. But a woman as fine looking as you, well, I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t come over and see if you’d like a wee bit of company.”
His accent and his charm and his easy manner of speaking was almost unfair. I didn’t stand a chance.
“Um, sure.”
He slid into the open seat next to me, a glass of amber-colored whiskey in his hand. He raised his, and I did the same. Before we tapped rims glasses, a word came out of his mouth that I’d never heard before.
“Slainte!”
Ting.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “What?”
“Irish toast. ‘To your heath,’ essentially.”
I sipped my wine and nodded.
“Finn,” he said, raising his hand. “A pleasure.”
“Kenna.”
We shook, and the instant his skin touched mine, my panties nearly melted right off me.
He nodded toward me. “Enjoying your night?”
“I am, thank you. May I ask where you’re from?”
“I’m from Dublin.”
“Ah. I like your accent. It’s very charming,” I told him.
His mouth curled into a smile again, as if what I’d said had been music to his ears. “You think I’m charming? Careful now – you might give me a big head.”
My pussy tingled again, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, he was winning me over with every word, every smile.
“I said your accent was charming. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I teased.
He threw his head back and laughed. “Fair enough,” he said. “But I don’t mind telling you, you’re a beauty.”
I blushed hard and tried to cover it with my hand. “Why Finn from Dublin, are you hitting on me?” I asked, the thought giving me goosebumps.
“I s’pose that I am,” he replied, his gaze locked on mine.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered,” I admitted.
“Then let’s you and I have a night to remember, gorgeous.”
We finished our first drinks, and Finn signaled for another as we fell into easy conversation that w
as surprisingly fun. Dealing with men at bars had always been one of the worst parts of being a single woman, but with him it was different – effortless, like we’d known each other for years instead of minutes.
I found out that he was a doctor, that he’d moved to the states for a job, and that it was his last night in town before returning to Dublin.
And we flirted. Man, did we flirt. There was touching and laughing and leaning in close enough to smell his musky scent, and he even took a silly selfie of the two of us holding our glasses up. Before I knew it, his hand was on my inner thigh. The moment he touched me, I knew this evening was about to get a whole lot sexier.
“Now, love,” he said, checking his fancy silver watch. “I’m thinking it’s about my bedtime. Unless you can give me a reason to, ah, stay up.”
He wasn’t straight-up asking if I wanted to have sex. But it was pretty damn close.
“I can think of a reason. One more drink, but somewhere private.”
“Got a great little room. Perfect view of the city. Minibar’s a wee overpriced, but I’m thinking you’re a girl worth splitting a twenty-dollar half bottle of wine with.”
I laughed, giving him a playful swat. He flagged down the bartender, slipping her his card before I had a chance to react.
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