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Distracting Dad
Terry Essig
Nate Parker had a plan. Find his widowed dad a wife, and keep the old man from butting into his life once and for all! But Nate never dreamed distracting Dad would put him face-to-face with his own Ms. Right. Not that Nate was in the market for a bride…As far as Allie MacLord was concerned, men were strange creatures–and Nate was the strangest of all. It seemed her handsome neighbor wanted to matchmake his dear old dad and he wanted her help. Crazier still, Nate's dad seemed to think she might make Nate a good wife. Judging by the insane attraction Allie was starting to feel for Nate, the old man might be right!
“Men. What was God thinking of?”
Nate could ask the same about women, but he had the good sense to keep that sentiment to himself. Besides, he couldn’t help but be impressed by Allie MacLord. She didn’t back down when challenged. “You, uh, have any unmarried female relatives in the forty to fifty age range?” he asked, remembering his plan to find a wife for his dad. “Mothers? Aunts?” Any female biologically related to this termagant would have no problems keeping Nate’s dad under control. Same gene pool, after all. Same domineering attitude, he figured.
“Unmarried female relatives?” Allie asked. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” he mumbled, and was mortified to feel a blush creeping up his neck. When was the last time he’d blushed? Good grief. What was that all about?
If Nate didn’t know himself better, he might suspect this woman was causing him to think about marriage—for himself!
Dear Reader,
The summer after my thirteenth birthday, I read my older sister’s dog-eared copy of Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss and I was hooked. Thousands of romance novels later—I won’t say how many years—I’ll gladly confess that I’m a romance freak! That’s why I am so delighted to become the associate senior editor for the Silhouette Romance line. My goal, as the new manager of Silhouette’s longest-running line, is to bring you brand-new, heartwarming love stories every month. As you read each one, I hope you’ll share the magic and experience love as it was meant to be.
For instance, if you love reading about rugged cowboys and the feisty heroines who melt their hearts, be sure not to miss Judy Christenberry’s Beauty & the Beastly Rancher (#1678), the latest title in her FROM THE CIRCLE K series. And share a laugh with the always-entertaining Terry Essig in Distracting Dad (#1679).
In the next THE TEXAS BROTHERHOOD title by Patricia Thayer, Jared’s Texas Homecoming (#1680), a drifter’s life changes for good when he offers to marry his nephew’s mother. And a secretary’s dream comes true when her boss, who has amnesia, thinks they’re married, in Judith McWilliams’s Did You Say…Wife? (#1681).
Don’t miss the savvy nanny who moves in on a single dad, in Married in a Month (#1682) by Linda Goodnight, or the doctor who learns his ex’s little secret, in Dad Today, Groom Tomorrow (#1683) by Holly Jacobs.
Enjoy!
Mavis C. Allen
Associate Senior Editor, Silhouette Romance
Distracting Dad
Terry Essig
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For everyone at Silhouette—
thanks for noticing that manuscript
with the crayon drawings on the back all those years ago
and rescuing it from the slush pile,
as well as all the help and guidance since then.
Here comes lucky number thirteen.
Books by Terry Essig
Silhouette Romance
House Calls #552
The Wedding March #662
Fearless Father #725
Housemates #1015
Hardheaded Woman #1044
Daddy on Board #1114
Mad for the Dad #1198
What the Nursery Needs… #1272
The Baby Magnet #1435
A Gleam in His Eye #1472
Before You Get to Baby… #1583
Distracting Dad #1679
Silhouette Special Edition
Father of the Brood #796
TERRY ESSIG
says that writing is her escape valve from a life that leaves little time for recreation or hobbies. With a husband and six young children, Terry works on her stories a little at a time, between seeing to her children’s piano, sax and trombone lessons, their gymnastics, ice skating and swim team practices, and her own activities of leading a Brownie troop, participating in a car pool and attending organic chemistry classes. Her ideas, she says, come from her imagination and her life—neither one of which is lacking!
Contents
Chapter One (#u89db7f8a-6b88-5354-b021-54426b264653)
Chapter Two (#ufaf34343-fdb7-547e-947b-84a13a54a881)
Chapter Three (#u86f5d69c-30d6-5d62-9a73-4e79b7d3ca51)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
“An older woman. That’s what I’m thinking. Widowed, divorced, I’m not in a position to be picky. Or it could be somebody younger with a mother. Everybody has a mother. One of them must be widowed or divorced, you would think.”
Nathaniel Edward Parker paused in his speech, leaning back in his chair behind the large wooden desk in his office. Across from him was his longtime best friend and business partner, Jared Hunter. They were supposed to be having a business meeting. Jared looked up from the papers in front of him wearing a very puzzled look on his face. “What? Nate, could you please stay focused here? We need to convince Harry Zigler to sign this contract so we can pay our rent next month.”
“Sorry. I’m a little distracted.”
“No kidding. Look, buddy, I need you to pay attention. This is important.”
“And this isn’t? I’ve got a serious problem here, Jared.”
Jared looked disgruntled. “Yeah? Well, you’ve got another one right here. This contract…”
Nate ruthlessly interrupted Jared. “I cannot pay attention to the contract. God knows I’ve tried, but it’s impossible. Maybe if we clear up this other issue I’ll be able to concentrate.”
Jared blew out a sigh. “What other issue? We have to make up a list of people we know who have mothers before you can focus? What is that all about?”
“Available mothers. Big difference.” Nate drummed his desktop with his fingers. “For my dad. Ever since Mom died, he’s been making me crazy.”
Jared snorted. “So what else is new? Your mom’s been dead for two years. You should be used to it by now.”
Nate raked a hand through his blond hair. “No. Lately it’s been getting worse. I can’t concentrate because I keep expecting him to come bursting in here with some other bizarre way we can improve the business.”
“Giving away Fourth of July fireworks with the company logo on the package wasn’t that bizarre.”
“Please. Nobody who saw them blow would realize that blue and green are the company colors and the first person who loses a hand would sue our butts off. You can bet dear old Dad wouldn’t offer to pay the lawyer’s bill, either. He can’t. He doesn’t have that kind of money.”
Jared rattled the papers on the table. “About this contract,” he began determinedly.
Nate flattened his palm over the rustling papers. “Not until I have my list.”
Throwing up his hands, Jared relented. “All right, all right. I’m almost afraid to ask. What do you plan to do with this list of people with mothers. Available mothers,” Jared immediately corrected before Nate could. “Marry the old guy off?”
“Well, yeah.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” Jared pointed an accusing finger at his buddy. “You are serious.” He threw himself back in his chair. “Aw, man, I don’t believe this. What are we, a dating service now? We’ve got a business here, Nate. We don’t have time to run a lonely hearts club, too.”
“Well, we can’t take care of business with my father breathing down our necks, now can we? The man is lost without Mom, lost. The way I see it, the only solution we’ve got is to find him some other interest in life besides me, his only son.” Nate sat up, his irritation with his partner’s obtuseness obvious.
“A wife, for example?” Jared asked.
“Exactly. Look. It’s obvious.” Nate picked up a marker and leaned to the side, writing on a large sheet of paper clipped to a tripod. “Look, we’ll flowchart it. Try and follow along.” He wrote the word father in large block type at the top of the paper and pointed to it. “My father.”
Jared rolled his eyes and nodded. “Your father.”
“Has been sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong, making us crazy on a daily basis since my mom passed away.” Nate drew a dash down from the word father and wrote Nate and Jared.
“I still don’t think the fireworks were that bad an idea.”
“Shut up. Dad needs something to distract him from us, right?”
Jared nodded. “Okay. Distractions can be good. That would probably work.”
“He needs a woman in his life. He never bugged me like this when Mom was around. She kept him occupied.”
“I don’t mean to speak disrespectfully of the dead, but your mom was nuts,” Jared pointed out, stating what he thought to be the obvious. “Keeping her out of trouble was a full-time occupation for your father.”
Nate shrugged. It was the truth. “Mom distracted him, see?”
“Uh-huh. So we make this list of available women and this helps us…how? Exactly how do we get them together?” Jared waggled a finger admonishingly. “And no force allowed. Shotgun weddings went out a long time ago.”
Nate waggled the marker right back at his partner. “We’ll worry about that part when we get that far. Think about it. This makes perfect sense. Somebody we know is bound to have an unattached female relative of the right age somewhere in their family tree. We just have to find her. Once we accomplish that, we sic her on Pop. Women are supposed to be naturally nurturing, right? She’ll be all over him, cooking him wholesome dinners and stuff like that. He won’t be able to resist. She distracts him, see? Then he leaves us alone. Easy.”
Openly snickering at his buddy’s logic, Jared asked, “Naturally nurturing, huh? I don’t know about that. I’ve been out with one or two that would probably eat their own young.” But he gave it some thought. “You, um, really think this will work?”
Nate reached for the coffeepot that sat on a warmer on one side of the table. “Damn straight.”
Jared held out his coffee cup. “Okay, if you say so. Now, who goes on the list? And don’t say my mother. I don’t want her tangled in your nutty schemes. Then she’d start driving me crazy.”
Nate took a cautious sip of hot coffee. “No, your mother’s out. I’ll admit I thought about her, but I don’t think she’d put up with my father’s antics. Doesn’t she have any unmarried sisters or anything?”
“No.”
“Not even one?”
“No. God broke the mold after creating my mother.” Jared folded his hands together and raised his eyes piously. “Thank you, God.”
Nate slumped in his chair. “Okay, all right. Who do we know who does?”
The two men sat, marking the highly polished conference tabletop with fingerprints as they drummed their fingers and thought.
Tentatively Jared offered out loud, “Anne Reid brought in brownies the other day. She must have a mother.”
Nate snorted. “They were awful. Her mother probably taught her everything she doesn’t know about baking and Dad’s an old-fashioned kind of guy. He’d never go for a woman who couldn’t bake.”
“All right, I tried. This is your problem, you think of somebody.”
“Our problem,” Nate corrected. “Remember the contract? I can’t concentrate until we take care of this.” Nate gave Jared a mean little smile. “And just so you know, Dad’s signed up for a computer class over at the high school’s adult education program. He’s decided to help us with our books.”
Jared unstacked his feet and sat up straight, suddenly far more serious. “Fine. Mitzi Malone.”
“She was hatched, not born. Try again.”
