The Baby Plan (Book Three): The Baby Plan, #3

By Layla Valentine

He's the bad boy who saved my life and swept me off my feet,
He warned me not to fall for him, but I went ahead and did it anyway,
Ten years on he's back in my life, and he's got a plan…

He's the fever I just can't kick, the one that got away.
We had one precious night on his yacht before he sailed away, out of my life.
And nothing's ever been as good since.
Ten years on and we meet in the last place I'd ever expect to find him.
Dr. Sean Fisher, the one-time directionless trust fund kid, is now a fertility doctor,
A miracle worker holding the keys to a future I desperately want, possibly my last chance of being able to have my own baby.
And what's more? He tells me he can help me.
The tension is there between us as if ten years never passed.
But we shouldn't act on it. It would be an ethical nightmare, so scandalous it could put his entire career in jeopardy,
There are a million reasons why we shouldn't
But do they stop us?
Do they hell.
He's got the treatment, and we've got a baby plan.

This is the third book in the Baby Plan series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: Mar 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201606077

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

EMMA

A WEEK LATER

"I was wrong, Emma Mahoney, you do have some tricks up your sleeve, Sean admitted as they lounged on the deck playing poker. Who knew that had mastered the art of bluffing and seduction. What a crazy life you must lead outside of the office."

Your sarcasm is most appreciated, Emma fired back, a goofy grin on her face as she flung down another winning hand. That’s five you owe me. Do you really want to wager anything more?

He threw a bar coaster in their pile, raising one eyebrow.

I should know better than to taunt a sore loser. My bad.

His expression grew more stern, his eyes narrowing as his hand quickly snaked out to tickle her side, bare in her bikini top. She giggled and tried to wiggle away before he held up his hand, palm up, and pointed to the pot.

You see what happens when you distract me? he said.

Oh, get real. She gave him a disbelieving look and anted up, looking him in the eye, daring him to go further. Want to know a secret?

Absolutely.

I was the all-girls poker champion in our underground league in high school and I still play between clients. Once I wipe the floor with you, you’ll owe me so many pairs of shoes, your head is going to spin off like a top.

So long as I get to help pick them out, it’s not an issue. Sean’s sexy, wolfish grin made her skin heat with instant pleasure. I’m not a sore loser.

They’d barely left the yacht the past few days. Lazy, sun-kissed days had blended into passionate nights, and though it seemed odd that Sean had spent all that money on their villa and they hadn’t even stayed there, Emma wasn’t complaining.

For the record, my winning streak remains unbroken, she announced. Your turn to deal out.

By late afternoon they were played out and Sean sealed his failings with another romp in the bed that left her sorry she had ever called him a sore loser.

That’s not going to absolve your bank account, you know, she remarked idly, drawing her index finger down his back as he shuddered and turned his head on the pillow to face her.

I assume you want your winnings sooner rather than later? He moved forward to kiss her arm before rolling out of the bed and strolling across the bedroom to put on a pair of pants. Do you think I need to wear a shirt to buy you shoes? Is that how that works?

I think your good name would be in question if we went into a high-end shoe store without a shirt, yes, but good try. I appreciate you trying to give back to the women of Cancun.

As you surely realize by now, I am a giver.

Sean licked his lips suggestively and Emma threw a pillow at his face.

Let’s get going, buddy. Before you keep me locked up on your yacht of love for the rest of our time here.

Would that be so bad? We’ve got everything we need in one place.

It’s my vacation, remember? I want to explore a little.

No one will ever accuse you of being a woman who doesn’t know what she wants, will they?

No, that they won’t, and aren’t you lucky?

Emma slipped off to the shower, enjoying the hot water as it soothed her skin, before changing into a light cotton shirt and a pair of shorts.

She had been surprised that first morning, when she’d stepped out of the lavish bathroom, all glass and chrome fittings, expecting to put on the same outfit she’d arrived in, only to find a change of clothes freshly pressed and waiting for her—Sean, it turned out, had anticipated that they might end up staying on the yacht, and had brought her bags along on her blindfolded ride in the car. Truly, the man had thought of everything. It was something could get used to.

Once Emma was ready, the two of them headed to the avenue to look at shoes. While she couldn’t ever remember a time when she needed a man to take her on a shopping spree, the gesture was nice. No doubt made even nicer by the fact that she had won the effort, fair and square.

Don’t worry, I won’t get anything too crazy. Emma grinned and swung his hand as they walked along the lane looking into the shop windows.

They strolled into a shop that had unique colors in the window and handmade goodies on offer. The shop was packed to the rafters with clothing and leather goods, and the soft scent of incense wafted through the space.

Oh wow, you’ve got to be kidding me. Emma stopped by a tall rack of rings near the back wall, running her hand down the line of them. I haven’t seen mood rings since I was a kid. I had one exactly like this.

She fingered a small heart-shaped one as the stone began to shift from black to red to bluish green. The colors swirled in a delightful pool. Much like her emotions over their past few days together. Her heart softened as she picked one out in her size.

This is one of my shoes.

Are you sure? I seem to remember you naming designer shoes as your winnings? Sean looked skeptical, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. It’s your choice, but…

"I made the bet and this is what