Harlequin Medical Romance December 2015, Box Set 1 of 2 Read Online Free PDF

just the body contact.”
    She raised her brows and went over to look at the now sleeping infant. “No, I think you just have the magic touch.”
    Not so magic.
    He glanced at his watch, his jaw tightening. Tonight was the last night of his and Jess’s bet, and suddenly the last thing he wanted to do was watch her walk out of that pub with yet another man. He’d made her ring him at home as soon as she arrived, and again after the man left her house, so that he would know she was safe.
    Another thing he was nonplussed about. Of course she was safe. Jess was a grown woman and between the two of them they’d picked out the meekest, mildest-looking men they could.
    Okay, that was probably all him, because Jess had talked to a couple of attractive muscular-looking chaps, but they’d made him uneasy.
    Or was it just that he couldn’t stand the idea of her spending the night with someone she might actually decide to go out with more than once.
    Nope. That wasn’t it at all. And just to prove it, tonight, he would let Jess pick out whoever she wanted.
    And he wouldn’t do a thing to stop her.
    * * *
    Having a wingman was the pits.
    On their third and final outing, Jess was glad it was their last. Her days were spent with her niece, and her nights...well, her nights were Dean’s. But not in the traditional sense.
    As much as she wanted to skip out of the pub and go home alone, Dean was always there. Always checking out the patrons. And, hell, if he didn’t always steer her toward men that looked as if they were laced tighter than a corset. It was never the good-looking ladies’ man, or anyone who was like Dean himself. No. In fact, whenever one of those types hit on her, somehow Dean was always there with a glare or a sharp word.
    Why did he even care? Wasn’t this all about the bet—about seeing what it was like to have a few nights of casual sex? That was what it had started out as.
    Instead, Dean brooded. Off in the corner, he would nurse a glass of Scotch and watch her sit awkwardly at the bar. If he approved of whoever offered to buy her a drink he stayed put, if he didn’t...well, if he didn’t, he appeared next to her like an avenging angel and chased the man off.
    So for the last two date nights—Jess had faked it. She pretended to leave with one of the pre-approved men and then bolted, feigning a headache or stomach virus. Maybe it was fortunate that the men were as nervous and unsure as she was, because it meant she went home alone.
    Her one consolation was that Dean left by himself as well. At least, if he was keeping to his side of the bargain. From his grouchy demeanor at the hospital over the last couple of days, she’d say he really had slept alone.
    Why that mattered, she had no idea.
    She screwed up her courage for one last run, and went over to the bar, asking for a dark bitter ale—which she hated. Her friend Amy promised Jess would eventually get used to the stuff if she drank it often enough. Right now, she just wasn’t seeing it. But it was cheap and Amy swore men were impressed by a woman who drank dark ale. Hmm. Her friend was single and pregnant, so while it might attract them, that was evidently all it did. Which might work in Jess’s favor, actually.
    She should probably give Amy a call and make sure everything was going okay.
    Thank God this was the last night. Even Abbie and her parents had seemed surprised when she told them she had plans again this evening.
    â€œAnother date?” The hope in her mum’s voice would have been comical had it not been so very far from reality.
    She’d mumbled something that she hoped made sense and then slunk from the room and away from Abbie’s suspicious eyes.
    Sighing, she perched on the nearest stool and forced a sip down, glancing across the space and meeting Dean’s eye. This evening he was in a snug black T-shirt and faded jeans, the combination doing a number on