His Best Friend's Baby

His Best Friend's Baby
Susan Carlisle

Pregnant on his doorstep!Ex-army medic Ryan Matthews loves his work as a midwife—bringing life into the world helps him forget losing his best friend in Iraq. But when Ryan finds his friend’s pregnant wife on his doorstep his whole world is turned upside-down…For Ryan, opening his door to Phoebe is one thing—but opening his heart is a whole different matter. Until one scorching, unforgettable kiss unleashes emotions he locked away long ago…and Ryan finds himself fighting against a love he's never dared to believe exists!Midwives On-CallMidwives, mothers and babies—lives changing for ever…!

SUSAN CARLISLE’s love affair with books began when she made a bad grade in maths in the sixth grade. Not allowed to watch TV until she’d brought the grade up, she filled her time with books and became a voracious romance reader. She still has ‘keepers’ on the shelf to prove it. Because she loved the genre so much she decided to try her hand at creating her own romantic worlds. She still loves a good happily-ever-after story.

When not writing Susan doubles as a high school substitute teacher, which she has been doing for sixteen years. Susan lives in Georgia with her husband of twenty-eight years and has four grown children. She loves castles, travelling, cross-stitching, hats, James Bond and hearing from her readers.

His Best Friend’s Baby

Susan Carlisle

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Dear Reader (#ulink_650b086a-eb41-55e6-9555-46c27c2f8013),

A number of years ago my mother and I visited Australia. It was a beautiful and amazing country and I fell in love with it. I often speak of my visit to this day. When I was asked to join a group of world-class authors in writing the Midwives On-Call continuity, which was to be set in Australia, I jumped at the chance.

Ryan and Phoebe’s story is set in Melbourne—one of the many places I had the pleasure of visiting. While in the area, my mother and I drove to the coast. On our way we visited a farm with a café much as Ryan and Phoebe do. We also went to see the Little Penguins come home. It’s one of the most memorable things I’ve ever done. Like my characters, I had a lesson on what even the smallest of animals will do to take care of their young.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank Fiona Lowe, one of my sister authors, who helped me—along with making me laugh—to work out the differences between the way Aussies and Americans speak. She was also wonderful in answering my questions about the area around Melbourne.

I hope you enjoy reading Ryan and Phoebe’s love story. I like to hear from my readers. You can reach me at SusanCarlisle.com (http://SusanCarlisle.com)

Susan

Joseph.

Thanks for being a great tool.

Table of Contents

Cover (#u290db4ac-b9d2-54e0-880f-47f6a37c04aa)

About the Author (#u1b123e13-e919-5511-b47e-887ac5dbfd8c)

Title Page (#u7e14a4dd-73a4-5f80-a61e-8eb041eb7b82)

Dear Reader (#ulink_b02af280-e040-53e6-a270-24c3f4c786e4)

Dedication (#u671975cf-9a2f-56ab-aa04-b53d5c157b27)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_1d14d72a-dd1f-5fba-94b2-a2c1c35e5014)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_ac3ef52a-b2c4-5ec0-8047-c714ae1ba5d9)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_0fc01a24-f87a-5096-b42d-8616bf7101fe)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_a02284ef-988c-5ed0-933f-ddd11da24487)

WHAT AM I doing here? Phoebe Taylor asked herself for the hundredth time, pulling her light coat closer. She could no longer get it to meet in the middle. Bowing her head against a gust of Melbourne, Australia, wind, she walked on. It would rain soon.

She looked at the name on the street sign. Morris Lane. This was the correct place. Phoebe didn’t even have to check the paper in her hand that was shoved into her pocket. She had it memorized. She’d read it often during the past few weeks.

When had she turned into such a pathetic and needy person?

It had happened slowly, over the last eight months as her middle had expanded. She’d always heard that a baby changed you. She’d had no idea how true those words were until it had happened to her. She was even more fearful of the changes she faced in the weeks ahead. The fact she’d be handling them all on her own, had no one to rely on, frightened her.

She started down the cobblestone street lined with town houses. Joshua had written that if she needed anything she could contact Ryan Matthews. But who was she to him? An old army buddy’s wife. People said those types of things all the time but few meant them. But she had no one else to turn to. There were teachers she worked with, but they all had their own lives, husbands and children. They didn’t have time to hold her hand. There were plenty of acquaintances but none that she would call on. She’d take this chance because Joshua had said to. And this was Joshua’s baby.

But would this guy Ryan help her? Be there for her during the delivery afterwards? Take Joshua’s place at the birthing suite? Yeah, right. She didn’t see any man agreeing to that job. Who took on someone else’s widow and unborn child? She could never ask that of him. Would she want to? She didn’t know this man outside of Joshua saying he was an upstanding mate.

When the walls of reality had started closing in on her and panic had arrived, she’d been unable to think of where to turn. Joshua’s letter had called to her. Seemed to offer her salvation. Phoebe inhaled and released a breath. She’d come this far. She wouldn’t turn back now. What was the worst Ryan Matthews could do? Send her away? Act like he’d never heard of her?

What she was sure of was she didn’t want to feel alone anymore. She wanted someone to lean on. Be near a person who had a connection to Joshua. Hear a story or two that she could tell her son or daughter about their father. Joshua and Ryan had been brothers in arms. Been there for each other. Joshua had assured her in his last letter seven months ago that if she needed anything, anything, Ryan was the person to find. Desperate, she was going to his house to see if that was true.

Phoebe located the house number. It was painted above the door in black against the white frame of the Victorian house. The car traveling down the street drew her attention for a second. She pulled the paper out and looked at the address again, then at the entrance once more. Studying the steps to the door, she hesitated. Now she was stalling.

What was she going to say to this guy?

She’d been rehearsing her speech for days and still didn’t know if she could get it out. On the tram coming across town she’d practiced again but couldn’t seem to get it right. Everything she’d planned made her sound crazy. Maybe she was. But she had to say something, give some explanation as to why she’d turned up on his doorstep.

Hi, I’m Phoebe Taylor. You were a friend of my husband’s. He said if I ever needed anything to come see you. So here I am.

That should get his attention. She placed a hand on her protruding middle and chuckled dryly. His first thought will probably be I’m here to accuse him of being the father.

The wind gusted again as she mounted the steps. There were no potted plants lining them, like most of the other houses. Holding the handrail, she all but pulled her way up to the stoop. Could she get any bigger? Her midwife Sophia had assured her she could, and would.

After catching her breath, Phoebe knocked on the door. She waited. Thankfully, the small alcove afforded her some shelter from the wind.

When there was no answer, she rapped again. Seconds went by and still no one came. She refused to go back home without speaking to Ryan. It had taken her months to muster the courage to come in the first place. It was getting late, surely he’d be home soon.