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A Daddy for Jacoby
Christyne Butler
Suddenly…a son? After a troubled past, Justin was a changed man determined to lead a decent life. Then a mysterious woman swept through town, dumping a seven-year-old in his lap, claiming Justin was the daddy and disappearing.Justin was only beginning to take baby steps towards betterment – was he ready to be a father? Or ready for family, for that matter? Because at every turn, there was Gina Steele.The young woman had been so busy skipping grades and getting degrees, she’d never had time to live. But Justin would change all that – with just one kiss. Could they join forces to make a home for a lost little boy?
“From this moment on, this night is about what you want. So what’s it going to be, Gina?”
Justin leaned in, knowing he shouldn’t touch her, but still he ran the tip of his finger along her jaw.
“I want to dance.”
He straightened. “You want to what?”
“I want to dance,” she repeated softly, “with you.”
He grabbed her hand, and pulled her to her feet as a rock and roll classic pounded through the speakers.
“Justin, are you sure you want do this? Dance with me?”
“More than anything.”
That was a lie. What he wanted to do more than anything was kiss her, but her smile, wide and full of life, captured him. It was the first time he’d seen that smile in almost two weeks. In fact, the last time was when she’d held his son’s simple crayon drawing in her hands.
His son.
Dear Reader,
As a writer there is something magical about creating characters, about breathing life into their souls, hearts and minds. Sometimes the people in our books come to us fully formed and overflowing with personality and charm and troubles that only the writer of their stories can fix.
Then there are those in the background, characters who help tell a story, but not their own. They’re the sibling, cousin, co-worker, or friend who must have their own dreams, desires and plans for the future, right?
Well, Justin Dillon and Gina Steele were those kinds of people.
His sister fell in love with her brother, but if there were ever two people who never needed to come in contact with each other it was Justin and Gina. But then a chance meeting the day they became co-workers in The Sheriff’s Secret Wife started a spark that led to a night neither one of them will forget…or talk about. Now that’s the beginning of a terrific love story!
Then I met Jacoby and I just knew these three very special people needed my help to find their own happily ever after. I hope you enjoy their story!
Happy reading!
Christyne
About the Author
CHRISTYNE BUTLER fell in love with romance novels while serving in the United States Navy and started writing her own stories six years ago. She considers selling to Mills & Boon
a dream come true and enjoys writing contemporary romances full of life, love, a hint of laughter and perhaps a dash of danger, too. And there has to be a happily-ever-after or she’s just not satisfied.
She lives with her family in central Massachusetts and loves to hear from her readers at chris@christynebutler.com. Or visit her web site at www.christynebutler.com.
Books by Christyne Butler
The Cowboy’s Second Chance
The Sheriff’s Secret Wife
* (#ulink_74ab0f80-955a-5a3b-8880-105901063b03)A Daddy for Jacoby
* (#ulink_00379596-bcee-5fd8-ae93-2fe42fbd7a2d)Welcome to Destiny
A Daddy
for Jacoby
Christyne Butler
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Bretton, Christopher, Meaghan, Benjamin,
Kaitlyn and Alyssa
You came into my life unexpectedly and changed
my world forever
I couldn’t love you more if you were my very own
To my agent Jennifer Schober for believing in me
and all her hard work
And to Jacoby Ellsbury, leftfielder for my beloved
Boston Red Sox for inspiring the name for my Jacoby
Chapter One
He was scared.
He hated being scared.
Jacoby pulled his ragged teddy bear tighter to his chest and wiped his wet eyes on the soft overalls Clem wore.
That was his bear’s name, Clem.
The car swerved and tires squealed. Jacoby shut his eyes tight and buried his face in Clem’s fur. He was glad the seat belt worked.
His mama swore and banged her fist against the steering wheel. She cursed the rain, the dark night, their piece of junk car and her miserable life.
Mama did that a lot.
Cursed.
Jacoby didn’t like it, especially after a teacher pulled him aside at the start of the school year and told him that nice people didn’t talk that way. And he wanted to be nice.
He wished his mama was nicer more.
He wished they were back at Miss Mazie’s house, even if he did have to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag that scratched his legs. But his mama had packed up their stuff, shoved his clothes into the worn pillowcase he used to carry his books and made him crawl out the window.
He’d turned back and watched her take all the money from a jar Miss Mazie thought they didn’t know about. She’d then grabbed two unopened bottles of wine, leaving the almost-empty one where it lay on Miss Mazie’s lap.
It was wrong to steal, but Jacoby didn’t say anything. The last time he’d told his mama she’d done something wrong, his arm had hurt for three days where she’d grabbed him.
So he’d crept into the backseat next to his pillowcase book bag and kept quiet.
They did this a lot. Moved around.
They’d been with Miss Mazie since New Year’s Eve and it would be Easter soon. He’d miss the egg hunt at his school tomorrow and wondered if his teacher would miss him.
He didn’t know where they were going, but he hoped they got there soon. Or maybe the rain would stop when the sun came up and he wouldn’t be so scared.
Lightning lit up the sky and Jacoby waited for the thunder, but it didn’t come. His mama turned back and looked at him, tears on her cheeks.
Now, he was really scared.
She looked silly.
She never looked silly.
Gina Steele studied her reflection in the full-length mirror hanging in the employee break room. She’d been called a lot of s words in her life. Scholarly, serious, studious, solemn.
Even scary, thanks to the jerk who’d sat next to her during her freshman year’s Introduction to Classic Literature class at the University of Notre Dame. It wasn’t her fault at fifteen she’d been the smartest person in the room.
Not to mention the youngest.
Smart was another s word associated her. Until today. Today, silly was the only word that fit.
“Oh, I love it!”
Startled, Gina looked into the smiling green eyes that belonged to Barbie Felton, her best friend and fellow waitress, in the mirror’s reflection. She focused back on her own face and grimaced. “It’s pink.”
“It’s cool.”
“It’s bright.”
With long blond hair, complete with bangs, and her athletic body, Barbie looked more like Skipper, the iconic doll’s little sister, than her namesake. She leaned against the wall. “You can always cover it up. Relax and enjoy it!”
Gina couldn’t help but smile as she twirled the inch-wide streak of pink in her hair.
She’d been excited about rekindling her friendship with her elementary school friend when she returned home to Destiny, Wyoming, last winter. Barbie had been one of the few kids who hadn’t cared that Gina was years ahead of them in the smarts department.
When Gina had left town after the fifth grade to attend a private school, she and Barbie tried to stay in touch. But like most childhood promises, it hadn’t lasted. When Gina started working at The Blue Creek Saloon a few months ago, she was surprised to find that Barbie still lived in town and worked here, too, and they’d reconnected.
“First stop, hair color.” Her friend teased, her voice hushed in a dramatic whisper. “Next up…a tattoo!”
“No way!”
Barbie laughed and turned around. Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, she tugged the material lower by a few inches. A purple, green and gold dragonfly flitted across her lower back among colorful flowers and green leaves.
A flash of something coursed through Gina. Jealousy? And was it over the beauty of the artwork or the courage it took to sit still while a needle—” When did you get that?”
“Two weeks ago in Laramie.” Barbie grinned over her shoulder.
“And you’re just showing it to me now?”
“I wanted to wait until it was completely healed so you’d get the full effect.” She spun back around. “It’s going to look so cool next week on the beaches of Nassau in my new bikini.”
A senior at the University of Wyoming, Barbie was planning a trip to the Bahamas to celebrate spring break. Despite the fact Gina had completed graduate school almost a year ago earning her master’s degree, her friend had been after her to join her and her college roommates on the trip.
Gina turned back to the mirror to get a closer look at the streak of hot pink running the length of her dark hair. “I guess this doesn’t seem too wild compared to that.”
“I noticed you didn’t get your hair straightened like you usually do. Hoping to hide the color in all those curls?”
That’s exactly what she’d been hoping.
Gina ran her fingers over the rest of her dark brown hair, her glittery, silver nails sparkling in the overhead lights. Another change.
Her own fingernails, always blunt and well-kept, were just fine, but they weren’t sexy. Barbie had guaranteed her that tips from customers would improve if Gina took her advice and got the fake extensions. She was right and after a few weeks of getting used to them, Gina found she liked the nails and experimented with new colors every few weeks.
First, her nails. Now, her hair. Was she trying too hard to be like everyone else?
She used to love being different, loved studying and learning, feeding her insatiable appetite for knowledge. But after last summer, all she wanted was to belong, to be one of the girls.
“At least it matches your outfit.”
Barbie’s remark pulled Gina from her thoughts. She looked down at her light pink T-shirt. “Good thing I passed on the neon green this morning.”
“You worried what your mom is going to say?”
“I don’t think my mom will even notice. Between the twins, her job and her boyfriend—” Gina shrugged “—she’s got a lot on her plate. Anyway, I’m an adult.”
Barbie crossed her arms over her chest. “So is it the good sheriff you’re worried about?”
“Oh, I’m sure my big brother will have something to say. It might take him a while to notice as he’s still playing newly-wed with our boss.”
Secretly, Gina was glad Racy Steele, the owner of The Blue Creek Saloon and Gina’s new sister-in-law, was keeping Gage so well occupied that he had little time to harass her about her life choices. If he had his way, she’d be putting her degrees and her brains to good use by teaching. But it was high time she stretched her wings and enjoyed herself.
“So what’s his name?”
Gina blinked. “Huh?”
