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Rafael's One Night Bombshell
Tina Beckett
From passion to pregnancy!An encounter with Rafael Valentino is broken-hearted Cassandra Larrobee’s chance to live in the moment! It was supposed to be one night only, but the sinfully hot doc has left her with more than just memories…Since a heart-breaking decision years ago, Rafe is determined to remain alone—but when he’s sent to work with Cassie, he can’t resist their reckless kisses! When he discovers Cassie’s shocking surprise, can Rafe let her bring light into his shadowed life…and become a daddy to their baby?Hot Latin DocsSultry, sexy bachelor brothers on the loose!
From passion to pregnancy!
An encounter with Rafael Valentino is brokenhearted Cassandra Larrobee’s chance to live in the moment. It was supposed to be one night only, but the sinfully hot doc has left her with more than just memories...
Since a heartbreaking decision years ago, Rafe has been determined to remain alone—but when he’s sent to work with Cassie he can’t resist their reckless kisses! When he discovers Cassie’s shocking surprise, can Rafe let her bring light into his shadowed life...and become a daddy to their baby?
Dear Reader (#ue835dca7-d985-5de0-9d57-29a0a4534e7b),
Sometimes the past comes back to haunt us in a thousand different ways: the painful decisions we’ve made, the difficulties we’ve faced...those hard goodbyes we were never quite ready to say. This is exactly the situation epidemiologist Rafael Valentino finds himself in. Until he crosses paths one night with a beautiful neonatologist who challenges every belief he holds. Maybe it’s because Cassie Larrobee has faced her own set of hardships—a set of circumstances which threatens to stand in the way of enduring happiness.
I dearly loved these two characters. They made me laugh and cry...and hope.
Thank you for joining Rafe and Cassie as they struggle to overcome emotional barriers that have been many years in the making. And maybe—just maybe—this special couple will find love along the way.
I hope you enjoy their journey as much as I loved writing about it. Happy reading!
Love,
Tina Beckett
Rafael’s One Night Bombshell
Tina Beckett
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my family. As always. I love you!
Three-times Golden Heart® finalist TINA BECKETT learned to pack her suitcases almost before she learned to read. Born to a military family, she has lived in the United States, Puerto Rico, Portugal and Brazil. In addition to travelling, Tina loves to cuddle with her pug, Alex, spend time with her family, and hit the trails on her horse. Learn more about Tina from her website, or ‘friend’ her on Facebook.
Books by Tina Beckett (#ue835dca7-d985-5de0-9d57-29a0a4534e7b)
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Christmas Miracles in Maternity
The Nurse’s Christmas Gift
The Hollywood Hills Clinic
Winning Back His Doctor Bride
Her Playboy’s Secret
Hot Doc from Her Past
Playboy Doc’s Mistletoe Kiss
A Daddy for Her Daughter
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Contents
Cover (#u8ca76d5a-ef53-5a8f-b266-b10cd72bd88a)
Back Cover Text (#ua06230b7-32f0-50ed-bc85-44f685878783)
Dear Reader (#uc973dde2-e621-5dac-8410-94cf60dd96fa)
Title Page (#u2700d467-f9a5-5169-a622-c6443d551409)
Dedication (#u348cb7c3-5e11-533a-aab1-fafb3217870f)
About the Author (#ued677138-d2d6-53a1-84f6-77cef0586b12)
Booklist (#uef4e2858-a23a-50e2-ba12-cb30a31d9aca)
PROLOGUE (#u5cf79091-0fa7-5faf-af4b-9ed4621a69b3)
CHAPTER ONE (#uf2aa8279-e148-57f9-a439-4e259b740bc9)
CHAPTER TWO (#uf3d2b1b9-d2f0-5d08-ad9c-d0d8d6f319b2)
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PROLOGUE (#ulink_3fd9e8de-a82b-55dc-8976-3a7f7fe81cc7)
THE STRANGER AT the bar was as miserable as she was.
At least, judging from the three empty shot glasses in front of him, he was. He rolled a fourth glass between his thumb and index finger, staring at the amber contents as if looking for something he’d lost.
Kind of like she was. Only she hadn’t exactly lost anything. It was more like it had been thrown away. Echoes of her childhood.
You can do this.
Taking a deep breath, Cassandra Larrobee unscrewed the huge rock from the ring finger of her left hand and dropped it into her purse. It was better than drowning it in the storm drain just outside the door but not nearly as satisfying. She should have realized long ago that permanent relationships weren’t in the cards for her.
She scrubbed at the indentation left by the ring, hesitating for the barest second, and then walked across the floor of Mad Ron’s, heading for the only available barstool—the one right next to the stranger.
Little Heliconia’s go-to bar, Mad Ron’s was named after its eccentric owner and had been one of Miami’s most revered liquor joints for many years. It also happened to be the first one she’d come across during her flight from the scene of the crime.
Her fiancé’s crime.
The loud clink of glasses and raucous laughter provided a much-needed refuge. A sanctuary. And if the man at the bar was willing to raise a glass with her, all the better. It would be a brief visit—not long enough to become attached. “Temporary” was a state of being that Cassie knew how to rock. And she could at least blur the memory of what she’d seen tonight, even if she couldn’t blot it out entirely.
After that, she needed to find a new place to live.
She slung her purse over her shoulder as she reached her destination and parked her butt on the tall stool. Ron himself appeared in front of her, puffs of white hair and a pink Hawaiian print shirt making her smile.
Before he could even open his mouth to ask, she said, “I’ll have what he’s having.”
Where had that come from?
“Sure thing, chica.” As Ron reached behind the bar for a bottle, the stranger’s head swiveled toward her, his fingers still twirling the tiny glass. And those eyes... Straddling the line between brown and predatory, they caught at her, snatching away whatever clever quip she’d been getting ready to toss his way.
Clever? That was so not a word Cassie would use to describe herself.
Capable? Careful? Cautious?
Yep. Cs—all three of them. Only right now she was none of those things.
“Do you even know what I’m having?” He held his little glass up, the low lighting in the bar making the amber contents seem darker. More dangerous.
Or maybe that was the man himself.
“I’m sure I can handle whatever it is.”
The bartender set a matching shot glass in front of her. Suddenly she wasn’t quite sure she could handle it. But it was either slink off or gut it out. And Cassie was no quitter. Except when given no other choice.
She lifted her glass and clinked it against his, before putting it to her lips and chugging the contents down in one swallow.
There. As easy as taking medici—
Liquid fire consumed her throat, her abdomen suddenly spasming as the fumes sought escape. She forced her eyes to remain on his as he downed his own drink, somehow managing to suppress the cough building in her chest. Letting out a quick gust of air that she hoped would ease the pain, she thunked her glass down on the bar. Just like in the movies.
“Another?” Ron held up a half-empty bottle.
One corner of the stranger’s mouth curved as he continued to watch her, setting his own glass down with a mere whisper of sound. He knew, damn him. Knew that she was a lightweight as far as the drinking game went. Not that she would even try to outdo him. His last drink upped his total to four. She would be passed out on the polished surface of the bar before she got to three.
So she changed tack. “I’ll have a margarita this time around.”
Mad Ron was known around Miami for making the best in the area. And it was a drink she could sip—slowly—rather than slug.
“Rafe? What’ll you have?”
“I’ll have coffee. Black.”
What?
“Coming right up.”
Damn. She couldn’t even get a stranger to drink with her on this sorry-ass evening. But she did know the stranger’s name now. Not that it mattered.
She swiveled her barstool a little to the right to face him. “Too much for you?”
“I’ll let you know a little bit later.”
The air caught in her lungs.
Was he talking about the drinks? Her own head felt a little woozy, but she was pretty sure it had nothing to do with what she’d just drunk and everything to do with the man sitting beside her.
Well, why the hell not? Her fiancé had played the cheating game, why shouldn’t she?
Was it still considered cheating if the engagement was over?
It didn’t matter. She could consider this the denouement of that failed relationship.
Ron slid a glass toward her. The huge bowl was precariously perched on top of a glass stem, the lime expertly stabbed onto the salted rim.
Oh, my. She’d forgotten how ginormous these things were. Ron must have seen her indecision because he set Rafe’s coffee in front of him and cocked a brow at her. “Everything okay?”
“I think I’ve changed my mind. Could I have a coffee as well?”
“Sure thing, chica.” Ron gave her a wink, picked up her glass and called out to his customers. “Anyone want a margarita? On the house.”
Within seconds her drink had found a new home, and she had a steaming café con leche in its place. “Thanks.” Maybe the splash of milk would help cool the whiskey that was still sending flames darting through her stomach. Or was that warm licking sensation caused by something else entirely?
“So,” the stranger said, taking a drink of his coffee, “thanks to Ron, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
And she didn’t want him to. Her thoughts whipped through a couple of sharp responses, rejecting each one. She was never going to see him again, so what did it matter what name she gave him?
