Their Baby Surprise by Jennifer Taylor Read Free Book Online

professionals opt for the same remedies as their patients. Frozen peas indeed!’
    Rachel laughed. ‘It was either peas or sprouts, and the sprouts were far too lumpy, I discovered. They kept rolling about!’
    Her laughter rippled down the line and Matt felt his senses spin all over again. Why had he never realised before what a gorgeously sexy laugh she had? It was an effort to concentrate as she continued.
    ‘I’ll be ready any time you say, so when should I expect you?’
    He glanced at the bedside clock. ‘Will half an hour suit you?’
    ‘Fine. I’ll be able to hobble around and make myself some breakfast before you get here. Everything seems to take twice as long as normal when you have a gammy leg.’
    She said goodbye and Matt went back to the bathroom. However, the thought of her struggling as she tried to make herself something to eat didn’t sit well with him. His conscience simply wouldn’t allow him to let her soldier on on her own.
    It took him a scant ten minutes to get himself dressed and drive the short distance to Rachel’s house, and instead of ringing the front doorbell he went straight round to the back. It would save her having to trek down the hall if he used the rear entrance, he reasoned. He tapped on the door, feeling his heart lurch when she opened it. Rachel in the flesh was every bit as beautiful and as sexy as she had appeared in his dreams.
    ‘You’re early!’ she exclaimed.
    ‘I thought you could use some help.’ He smiled at her, determined to get a grip on such wayward thoughts. ‘I’m a dab hand at making tea and toast for the injured.’
    ‘Oh, that’s really kind of you, Matt. Thank you.’
    She hobbled over to a chair and sank gratefully down onto it. ‘I hadn’t realised how difficult it is to do even simplest tasks like filling the kettle when you need to hang onto something to stay upright.’
    ‘Well, I’m here now so you just sit there and rest that leg.’ He glanced at her bruised knee and grimaced. ‘That’s a real beauty. You really need to raise it to reduce the swelling—here, use this chair.’
    He pulled over a chair and gently manoeuvred her leg until it was resting comfortably on the cushion. Rachel groaned, the lines of strain easing from her beautiful face.
    ‘That feels so much better.’
    ‘Good.’
    He turned away, although he could have happily stood there all day and simply enjoyed looking at her. He set to work instead, scrambling some eggs and making a stack of toast as well as a pot of tea to go with them. Rachel nodded approvingly as he placed everything on the table and sat down.
    ‘This looks delicious. Scrambled eggs are my absolute favourite.’
    ‘We aim to please.’ Matt helped himself to a slice of toast, thoroughly enjoying the experience of sharing breakfast with her. He could get used to seeing Rachel across the breakfast table each morning, he decided, very used to it indeed. The thought was so highly inappropriate when he was trying to be sensible that he immediately chased it from his mind and applied himself to his meal.
    Rachel scraped the last morsel of eggs off her plate and sighed in contentment. ‘My compliments to the chef. That tasted every bit as good as it looked.’
    ‘Thank you kindly.’ Matt smiled at her, loving the way her eyes sparkled with golden glints when she was feeling happy. It was something else he hadn’t noticed before and he added it to the ever-expanding list. ‘Although I have to warn you that my repertoire isn’t exactly extensive. I can roast a chicken, grill chops, scramble eggs and that’s about it.’
    ‘Better than a lot of men, I imagine,’ she said cheerfully, attempting to stand up.
    ‘Whoa!’ Matt put out a restraining hand and eased her back down onto the chair. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
    ‘I was only going to stack the dishes in the machine,’ she protested.
    ‘I’ll do that.’ He picked up their plates and took them over to the dishwasher, adding