âYouâll have to work around that.â
He didnât like being ordered about. âItâs not up to you to dictate terms.â
She propped her elbows on the table. âLetâs get one thing straight. At work, you may be Dr. Tartikoff and you may be way higher on the food chain. At home, youâre the guy who moved into my house and stole my cheese.â
âI plan to replace it. The bread, too.â He made a mental note to find a supermarket tomorrow and buy a supply of frozen dinners, as well.
That remark disappeared into the pool of her disapproval without a ripple. âAnd as you may have noticed, the only rear exit is through your room, so when I want to use the spa, I will knock once, wait five seconds, and then walk through. With my eyes closed, sort of.â
âSort of?â
âYouâve got this place so crammed with junk, Iâll have bruises all over my shins if Iâm not careful.â Even in the faint light from the ceiling globe, her green eyes managed to flash fire.
Owen enjoyed teasing her, but this raised a serious subject. âYou shouldnât be using the spa. Water that hot isnât healthy for pregnant women or their babies.â
âI lowered the temperature,â she told him. âAnything else you think an obstetrical nurse is too stupid to know?â
Didnât she understand that heâd only meant to protect her? Well, if she was determined to take offense, he might as well continue. âSince youâre a professional, I hope you realize how awkward it could be if our living arrangement became common gossip.â
âOh?â
âFor exampleâ¦I donât suppose you could avoid mentioning it to Dr. Franco?â
Bailey shook her head, sending curls tumbling across her forehead. Owen felt an inexplicable temptation to brush back those rebellious strands. âI donât keep secrets from Nora.â
Heâd assumed as much. âAll right. But Iâd appreciate your not mentioning this to anyone else.â
âWellâ¦â She bit her lip.
Now that he thought about it, heâd seen her on the phone while the movers were working. âWho else did you call?â
âJust my friend Patty.â
âDoes she work at the hospital?â
âNo.â
He felt a rush of relief. âGood.â
âIâm sure her fiancé wonât tell anyone,â Bailey went on.
âHe works there?â It seemed as if everybody in this town was linked to each other. âAnd her fiancé isâ¦.?â
âAlec.â
âIs that supposed to mean somethingâ¦Alec Denny? â He saw the answer in her rueful expression. âOh, wonderful.â His closest associate was marrying this womanâs best friend. If Owen had nurtured even the slightest hope that secrets might be kept, this smashed it to rubble.
Much as he itched to ask about her pregnancy, heâd better steer clear of that subject. Because if he werenât careful, Bailey Wayne would find out the whole story about her babyâs paternity. And so would the entire town of Safe Harbor.
If a juicy item like this reached the press, Owen could imagine the jokes on late-night talk shows. Did you hear about the fertility doctor who took his job a little too seriously? The backlash would tarnish his entire program.
âYou could move out,â Bailey said sweetly.
Owen gritted his teeth. If he possessed a magic wand, heâd gladly have removed his possessions, but he simplydidnât have time to deal with this. âIâm performing surgery in the morning.â Another thought struck him. âAnd I still have to find my sheets and towels for tonight.â
His roommate tossed her empty yogurt carton into the wastebasket. âHave fun.â
Owen cleared his tableware and began fitting everything inside the dishwasher. âSince itâs the weekend, I presume you sleep late. I set my