That’s what the Mallory family was all about. They were one big, boisterous, the-more-the-merrier kind of clan, and once Jamison worked through these fears, he’d realize the importance of a family.
If, heaven forbid, there was a strike three—an Armstrong family scandal—it could spell the end of their marriage.
She flung open Derek’s office door, walked in and closed it behind her.
He glanced up from his computer, peering at her over the top of his reading glasses, looking plenty annoyed.
“Well, come in, Olivia.” His voice was dark with indignity. “Make yourself right at home.”
She walked toward him.
“Have you been switching donor sperm and eggs, Derek?” Her voice held all the fury that had been bottling up over the months that she and Jamison had been apart.
Derek reared back in his chair, looking utterly confused. “Excuse me?”
She leaned in over his desk. “You heard me. Have you been switching donor sperm and eggs to keep wealthy clients at the institute?”
He blew out a breath between his pursed lips. “Are you talking about that ridiculous story that ran in that hack medical journal?”
He laughed, and something about the hollow sound convinced Olivia he was covering up something.
“I’m talking about the story that ran in those journals. A story with allegations alarmingly similar to the solution you offered me the last time I was here.”
He smirked. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no similarities there whatsoever. Who told you about this, anyway?”
“Paul told me,” Olivia spat. “And he’s pretty upset over it. Have you been engaging in unethical practices? This could ruin the institute, Derek!”
“Olivia, I simply offered you a means of saving your troubled marriage. That’s all. There are no similarities between what that rag asserted and what I offered you. If I’d done what the journal suggested, then I wouldn’t have told you. I would’ve just relabeled the viable eggs with your name. Good grief, Olivia. What kind of monster do you take me for?”
She hated it when he talked down to her. But she wouldn’t let him intimidate her.
“Would you please explain where the eggs you offered me came from? Whose eggs are they?”
He looked at her as if she had two heads. As if this was painfully simple and she should understand. “They’re donor eggs. Ovum we paid for so we could help women like you who can’t produce eggs of their own. Pardon me for trying to help you.”
His words were a low blow even if they were true. He must’ve seen it in her face because he softened his tone.
“The ones I offered you are from our ‘egg bank’ and are absolutely free and clear. They do not ‘belong’ to anyone but the future recipient.”
He regarded her for a moment with piercing brown eyes. The longer he stared at her, the smaller Olivia felt.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. But I still don’t understand why you implied there should be so much secrecy around giving me the eggs? Changing the files so that everyone thought they were mine rather than donor eggs? I mean, Derek, come on, you have to admit the allegations in the exposé mirror your offer.”
Derek sighed and rolled his eyes.
“There is no similarity whatsoever. The secrecy was simply for your and Jamison’s benefit—for privacy. As I said, I was just offering you away to save your marriage and a means of keeping up appearances. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get back to work.”
He got up, walked to the door and opened it.
Olivia exited his office. When the door clicked behind her, she was in greater turmoil than when she’d entered.
She dialed Jamison’s cell, but got his voice mail. Again.
She was tired of pretending their marriage was solid. Would having a baby actually save their troubled relationship? For the first time ever, she wasn’t so sure.
She heard footsteps down at the end of the hall and looked up. It was Chance Demetrios. The man with the results. The answer that was key to the rest of her life.
“There you are.” His voice was maddeningly neutral. Neither happy nor sad. “I got your test results back. Why don’t we go to my office and discuss them.”
They walked in silence. Olivia was glad he didn’t try to make conversation, because she was still suffering aftershock from the conversation with her brothers.
“I have news,” he said. “And I have better news. Where would you like me to start?”
Olivia sighed. “Give me the better news first. I think I need to start in a good place.”
When Chance nodded, Olivia noticed that he looked solemn. Her gut clenched and she laced her hands protectively over her belly.
“When I was reviewing your file, I saw something I’d overlooked. Apparently, the doctor you saw before I arrived at the Armstrong Institute harvested and flash-froze a couple of emergency stashes of your eggs.”
Olivia tensed. So Derek had gone through with the egg transfer after all, even though he hadn’t mentioned it earlier. She hadn’t really given him a chance to get a word in.
“I’m guessing that despite his not indicating it in your file, the doctor must have suspected there was a problem with egg production since he had the foresight to freeze thirty eggs. That gives us enough for three more in vitro procedures.”
Three more.
Suddenly, with a breath-stealing blow, it dawned on her where this conversation was going.
“What’s the other news you mentioned?”
She braced herself, knowing what he was going to say and feeling queasy because of it.
“I’m sorry, Olivia.Your tests prove that your ovaries have stopped producing eggs. I hate to be so blunt, but if you want to have a baby, I suggest that we start the procedure as soon as possible since you’ll need to be on the hormones for about three weeks before we can fertilize your eggs and implant the embryos. Would you like to start the hormones today?”
Tongue-tied and shaken, she stared at him. She hadn’t been prepared to act this quickly since she thought they’d simply be discussing the test results.
“So, you’re saying I don’t have any time to waste?”
Dr. Demetrios rubbed his chin with one hand as he regarded her.
“I suggest you not let too much time pass. But if you need to think about it, or perhaps discuss it with your husband, we can start the hormones on your next visit. It’s up to you.”
Why was she hesitating?
Why
