Serendipitous Chapter 2 B

Tyler and Rebeka 2 days ago.

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Tyler opened the door, heard a woman's voice, and it wasn't Rebeka's.

"Rebeka, I researched your host," said Amber. "He's handsome, rich, and Dallas' most eligible bachelor. The tabloid's say he's a super nice guy. He doesn't attend wild parties. He's only been seen at theater events, things like that. And he's hot."

"I'm not interested in a relationship. My life's a mess right now. Besides, why would a most eligible bachelor be interested in somebody like me? I'm plain Jane."

"I've seen pictures of this man. He's a hunk among hunks. Those sapphire blue sparkly eyes melt hearts, even looking at his photo. His coal black hair highlights those eyes. Are they as sensual in person?"



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Chapter 2 B

Tyler walked up behind Rebeka and bent so he could be seen on the laptop screen. "Hello. Do we know each other?"

Rebeka's hands covered her face, as she whispered, "Tell me this isn't happening."

"Yep, it is." Tyler chuckled. "Please introduce me to your friend."

"Tyler, this is my assistant, Amber Wilson."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Wilson."

"Please call me Amber. You're Dr. Sparkly Eyes, aren't you?"

"I am."

"I need to go." Rebeka released a deep breath. "Goodbye, Amber." She clicked off the computer and closed her eyes. "Tyler, I'm sorry. Amber's my assistant and a good friend, but..."

"Don't worry about it." Tyler grinned. "I've seen those articles. I don't pay attention to them." He paused. "I guess people like Amber do." His eyes met hers. "Did this raise your blood pressure?"

"I think maybe I need to go," she stood, turned to leave, and whispered, "to my room."

He took her hand. "You're not going to hide in your room or anywhere else. Sit on the couch while I get my bag."

Tyler returned with his bag and watched as she rubbed her arms.

Rebeka avoided eye contact, but said, "I didn't ask Amber to find information on you. All I asked her to do was get my financial records together."

"I've already figured that out, it's not who you are." Tyler motioned to the couch. "Please lie down. I want to see if I can hear the baby's heartbeat." He stood beside her.

"Really?" she asked as she laid back.

"Yes." Tyler placed his hand on her stomach. "I need you to raise the shirt, so I can measure your baby bump."

She raised her shirt less than an inch.

"I know this is difficult, but I need it higher." He paused. "Let me raise it. I won't expose more than necessary." He studied her baby bump. "I'm lowering the pants a little." When she gasped, he added, "It'll be all right."

Once Tyler had her clothes positioned, he pressed against her lower stomach. When he was satisfied, he used a tape measure and measured from the top of her pubic bone to the top of her growing stomach, where her uterus ended. He wrote it down. "Your doctor will need this information to make sure the baby's growing. Now for the heartbeat."

Silence filled the room as Tyler moved the stethoscope around her abdomen. He grinned at Rebeka. "Breathe."

She exhaled.

"I hear the heartbeat. I want to find the area it's the strongest." A few moments later Tyler removed the earpieces and held them out. "Want to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

"Can I?"

"Sure." Tyler held the chest piece against her stomach. "I don't want it to move."

Rebeka listened for a few moments and then smiled.

"I knew you'd have a beautiful smile. I'm glad I get to see it."

"That's really my baby?"

"It is."

"Thank you." Rebeka quickly adjusted her clothing.

"You're welcome. As soon as the weather cooperates, I'll set up a doctor's appointment. One of my friends is an OB/GYN. I think you'll like her."

"You don't need to do that. I'm sure she's busy."

"She is, but she owes me a few favors. I introduced her to her husband."

"Are you sure it's not a problem?"

"It's not." Tyler moved to the chair. "Want anything to drink or eat before I contact Roger?" When her eyes widened, he continued, "My lawyer friend."

She studied her hands. "Thank you, but I'm fine."

He stood and offered his hand. "Let's do this in the kitchen. You look like you could use some water."

Rebeka stood, but didn't take his hand, "Okay," and continued to the kitchen.

Tyler held her chair as she sat, grabbed her a glass of water and his laptop from the counter, and then pulled a chair closer to hers. "Roger's expecting us. I have the Zoom call set up."

"Thank you."

"Don't look so worried. Roger's friendly. I know he'll be able to help." Tyler paused. "You'll need to repeat the story."

"I told you. Can you tell him?"

"No. He needs to hear it from you. Besides I might get something wrong."

*****
Tyler introduced his best friend, Roger Whitmore to Rebeka and then encouraged her to share her story.

Rebeka took a sip of water before she explained what had happened as she had told Tyler.

"Your assistant, Amber is getting your financial records together, right?" asked Roger.

"She is. I asked her to do that yesterday. She doesn't have to go back too far. I received my first royalty check on March third of last year. It wasn't very large, but by the following month my novel had hit the best seller list. My second novel came out September eighth and within a week it became a best seller. We're only talking about a total of eleven months."

"Good. Can I contact Amber?" asked Roger.

"Yes."

After Rebeka gave Roger the contact information, Tyler teased, "Keep an eye on her. She's read all the tabloids."

Rebeka sighed. "I'm sorry about earlier. I'll talk with her. It won't happen again."

Roger winked. "I can handle eligible bachelorettes."

Both men grinned at Rebeka's crimson cheeks.

"Back to the situation at hand," continued Roger. "How do you want to handle the father of your baby? You and your child have rights."

"I'm a public person. I understand I can't keep my pregnancy hidden." Rebeka avoided looking at the computer screen. "If I don't name him as the father, can I keep him out of the picture?"

"You can if he doesn't claim any parental rights. By doing that you won't receive any financial support."

"I understand. I don't want any. I'd rather be on my own than have him anywhere around my baby or me. I doubt he cares."

"He's the same person who embezzled your money, correct?" asked Roger. When she nodded, he continued, "I understand. Monday morning, I'll contact Amber and set up an appointment."

"Thank you. I'll let her know to expect your call."

"When the weather settles down and I've talked with Amber, I'll come by and discuss this with you in person."

"Maybe I'll be back in Dallas by then."

"Ty mentioned your blood pressure is elevated. I'm afraid the stress of dealing with Stuart might cause problems. Right now, you need to take care of yourself and the baby. I know Ty will ensure that happens." He checked his phone. "I'll let you go and contact you after I speak with Amber."

"I'll tell Amber to expect your call."

"Good." Roger grinned. "Take care of that baby. Bye."

Tyler stood. "I think that went well, don't you?" He held her chair.

"Do you think Roger will get the desired results?" Rebeka glanced at him before she stood.

"I do. I've seen him in action. I think you'll be pleased."

She stood and faced the living room. "I'll call Amber and let her know he'll be calling." She exhaled. "I'll also..."

"Let them work it out. Roger is used to things like this happening." When her eyes widened, he continued, "Really, he is."




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Rebeka Miller - our heroine, she's twenty -two, a romance award winning author, extremely old fashioned

Dr. Tyler Butler - 'Ty' an ER doctor, raising his niece, Lily.

Richard Stuart - Rebeka's agent and rich spoilt brat, a not nice person

Amber Wilson - Rebeka's personal assistance and best friend

Peter Dawson - Tyler's friend and part-time ranch hand

Elizabeth - 'Aunt Beth', helping raise Lily and helped raise Tyler after parents died

Christina - Elizabeth's close friend

Lily - 'Missy', Tyler's niece, 5 years old

Lori - Tyler's deceased sister and mother of Lily

Zeke - Golden Retriever mix, family dog

Roger Whitmore - a lawyer and Tyler's best friend

Dr. Heather Sharp - OB/GYN and Tyler's childhood friend