“Well, have you been monitoring your ovulation?”
“Of course. And I actually just started ovulating yesterday. I’m at peak week.”
Dr. Fuller chuckled. “That’s good, but have you chosen a donor from the database yet? We need to go over that part . . . kind of important.”
Now it was Tess who laughed. “I know. That’s the hard part. I’ve narrowed it down to a few candidates, but . . .”
“That’s not something you want to rush, Tess.”
“I know. I agree. I just . . .” She sighed and conceded, “I might need a little more time, and I feel like I’m going to lose this month, and I don’t want to lose any more time.”
“It’s more important to be sure about your choice than to be fast.” The doctor’s voice softened kindly as she added, “Tess . . . you’ll be fine. You have time. Honestly.”
After the call ended, Tess released her hair from the towel turban, shook out the long, damp curls, and lay back on her bed to stare at the view beyond. The entire back wall was made of glass, showcasing the majesty of the snow-capped mountains and pine trees outside. Clear blue skies and bright sunshine made the scene as picturesque as a postcard.
A donor. She had to choose one. She needed a sperm donor who was fabulous, who’d pass on amazing traits and attributes to her child. She wanted a Superman . . .
An idea had taken hold this week and she couldn’t shake it. Now, after Dr. Fuller’s phone call giving her the green light to start, the idea grew claws and dug into her, a deep gut reaction. She had a sperm donor in mind, a “known donor,” as it were. From what she knew of him, he was a truly good person, with high intelligence, great compassion, and strong morals. He loved to help others and had a dry sense of humor. He was self-sufficient, capable, hardworking, and kind. He also happened to be drop-dead gorgeous and physically strong. Yup, all the traits he possessed were ones she’d love to have in a son or daughter of her own. And bonus, he was unmarried, totally unattached. So all week, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.
Logan Carter was a dream sperm donor.
But would he ever agree to it? It was a hell of a thing to ask someone.
He’d made it clear he wanted no ties in his life . . . but the fact was, that made him only a more perfect donor. If he would give up all claims to her child, leaving her to raise her child on her own, that was ideal. Tess wanted to be a single parent; she had those bases covered. Maybe that would appeal to him? Or would he run like hell and never even talk to her again?
She drew a long, deep breath and expelled it with determination. No time to waste. The green light from the doctor spurred Tess into action. If Logan said no, she’d deal with it and go back to the donor database provided by the clinic. The only thing to do was ask. She had nothing to lose and so much to gain.
She texted Logan. Hi Thor Please call me when you can? Need to ask you something.
To her surprise, her phone rang thirty seconds later.
“You know I don’t like it when people call me Thor.” His deep, sexy voice, a playful rumble in her ear, sent a current of electricity skittering through her.
“I do know that,” she said, smiling. “That’s what makes it fun.”
“Great,” he grunted, clearly joking. “What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Yes, everything’s fine. I, um . . .” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly pounding heart. “I want to talk with you about something. Any chance you’re free for dinner tonight?”
“Tonight?” he repeated. “Uh . . . yeah, I can do that. How’s seven o’clock? Is that too late?”
“No, that’s perfect.” She wanted to invite him over, order in dinner, and have the privacy of her home for such an important conversation, but she knew he’d been purposely staying out of her house unless necessary. The attraction bubbling between them was easier to put off when they were out in public places. She quickly tried to think of the quieter restaurants she knew. Somewhere they could really talk. “How about Sophie’s Bistro? Do you know it? It’s on Montdale, near the yoga studio . . .”