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The Sergeant's Baby
Bonnie Gardner
His Baby…Her WaySergeant Danny Murphey thought he'd found the love of his life, except when he woke up the next morning she was gone. He'd almost resigned himself to losing her when he found the raven-haired beauty again six months later, teaching at an air force base–and very pregnant with his child.Ally Carter thought she'd found the man of her dreams, until she discovered his idea of marriage meant that she'd stay home with the kids while he flew off into danger. Independent Ally would have none of it. Drat her feelings for the man, which refused to wane.Now she has one heck of a fight on her hands–teaching him that being a father to their child doesn't include being her lord and master!Can the old-fashioned sergeant learn new tricks?
“ I think I’ll have a filet mignon. And a really, really big baked potato with all the trimmings,” Ally said.
“ Only a filet mignon?” Danny asked. “I thought you were hungry enough to eat a horse.”
Ally made a shocked face. “I could never eat Black Beauty.”
Danny had to laugh. “I was speaking figuratively, and you know it. Of course, you’re making up for it with the loaded potato.”
The dining room was crowded and Ally lowered her voice, looking at him conspiratorially. “Humor me. I’m pregnant. I get strange cravings, and I can’t tell from one day to the next what they will be for.”
Danny just smiled and signaled for the waiter. He knew all about cravings. In his case, though, they were not for food.
Dear Reader,
Sometimes military life leads a man or a woman in a direction he or she hadn’t originally intended. Both air force TSGT Danny Murphey and Ally Carter thought they knew exactly where they were going. Then life intruded.
Danny was baseball, apple pie, mom and family. He wanted a home and a family, and he fully expected to be responsible for taking care of them. When he met independent Ally Carter, he thought he’d found the perfect woman. Ally Carter had a mind of her own. She’d come from a less traditional family. Her father had been a cultural anthropologist studying in the Middle East when he met her mother, a native of Tamalya. In Ally’s rebellion against her mother’s traditional upbringing, she almost lost her own happiness.
How do you make two diametrically opposed personalities come together in a meeting of minds (and bodies)? You throw in an unexpected pregnancy, assignment to a Middle Eastern war zone, and mix well. The result is lasting love.
Though there are military special operations schools that prepare servicemen and women for their assignments, I have left the details purposely vague, and I have invented the foreign country in question. However, the reactions and emotions of our characters are real.
I hope you come to know and understand Danny and Ally as I do. And I hope you enjoy reading their story.
Fondly,
Bonnie Gardner
The Sergeant’s Baby
Bonnie Gardner
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
In loving memory of my dad, George W. Purcell, Major, U.S. Army Ret. (March 19, 1925–February 17, 2004). He was my first military hero.
To Mud, as always.
As always, I thank, for their hard work and dedication, the military men and women who sacrifice so much to keep our world safe, and the families they must leave behind to keep the home fires burning.
Books by Bonnie Gardner
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
911—SGT. BILLY’S BRIDE
958—THE SERGEANT’S SECRET SON
970—PRICELESS MARRIAGE
1019—SERGEANT DARLING
1067—THE SERGEANT’S BABY
Contents
Prologue (#uc86b379a-bc62-51cd-851b-3cde727902de)
Chapter One (#ud6c81ba4-97c4-5b4e-a337-00ede6dd1cfb)
Chapter Two (#uc8ea8410-c85f-5b8d-bb63-041fd428717b)
Chapter Three (#ucb4d5bb3-442e-5798-835a-52475ed25e45)
Chapter Four (#ue221a02b-8e84-5c46-8b33-d5ef66285b23)
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 Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
Two Years Ago
Fort Walton Beach, Florida
Allison Carter stood in her bra and panties in front of the closet and tried to decide what to put on. She’d always preferred slimming blacks and dark colors, but tonight she and her fiancé, Danny Murphey, were going to announce their engagement at Danny’s air-force unit’s annual Fourth of July bash on the beach. She needed something that shouted celebration, for the nation’s birthday and her own special day.
“I like the red one,” Danny said from behind her. He wrapped his arms around hers, pinning them to her sides, and drew her to him. He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm and arousing against her cheek. He was referring to the crimson silk sheath with the oriental motif.
Ally had to admit that she looked great in that dress when she was wearing four-inch heels, but on the sandy beach, they would be very much out of place, nor would she be able to walk. Plus, considering her five-foot frame, she wasn’t so sure the dress would have the same effect when she had on flat sandals.
Ally turned around and found Danny’s lips. She tasted him hungrily, and soon she wasn’t worrying about what to wear.
What was there about this man that made him different from the others she’d dated? Ally wondered with delight. She felt Danny harden against her, but she gently pushed him away.
“There’s plenty of time for that later, Danny,” she said breathlessly, turning back to the open closet. “Tonight’s important. Tonight, we’ll officially be a couple.”
“We aren’t now?” Danny countered. “We’ve been all but living together for months. It’s hardly a secret.”
“I know,” Ally replied. “But it’s a big deal for a woman. I can’t wait to introduce you to the people I work with,” she said as she selected a fuchsia sun-dress. She’d always thought it a little bright, but Danny had helped her pick it out. And she could wear sandals with it. “Will this one pass inspection?”
“Definitely.”
Danny reached around her and grabbed a moss-green polo shirt. Ally loved the way it stretched across his broad chest and over his wide shoulders. She smiled as she thought of the day she’d helped him pick it out. Telling her that he wore green almost every day, he’d rejected it almost immediately. She’d had to explain to him that with his tanned complexion, Irish green eyes and red hair it was perfect, and nowhere close to the same green as his battle-dress air force uniform. She chuckled, remembering.
“I don’t know why it matters, anyway,” Danny said.
“What matters?”
“Introducing me to your friends from work.”
“Not friends, Danny. Colleagues,” she corrected him. “My work is important to me. So are the people I work with.”
“Yeah, but you’ll be quitting soon enough,” Danny said.
Had he really just said that? Ally turned, her hands on her hips, and stared at him. Surely he was joking. But his expression proved that he was serious. “Why on earth would I be quitting my job?”
“No Murphey has ever allowed his wife to work. Not while he was alive, anyway,” Danny said.
“Allowed his wife to work? Allowed?” Ally repeated with incredulity. “What gives you Murphey men or any other men, for that matter, any say in the matter?”
He gaped at her as though she’d spoken in tongues. “As the head of the family,” he said slowly, as if addressing a slow child, “it’s the duty of the man of the house to provide for his wife and children.”
“I did not spend four years in college and work my buns off getting myself established in government civil service to have you or any man tell me that I can’t work, Danny!” Ally exclaimed.
He shrugged. “Okay. Let’s drop it for now. We have a party to go to. Let’s have fun.” He smiled and kissed Ally on the top of her head, then finished dressing. “We can hash the working thing out tomorrow.”
Chapter One
Fayetteville, North Carolina
Allison Carter smoothed her tailored business suit over her rounding belly and drew in a deep breath. She hadn’t realized how difficult it would be to work in her condition, but she’d made her bed—literally—and now she had to lie in it. At least now in her new position as instructor in this specialty school, her life had taken “normal” parameters. Her exhausting travel schedule had been reduced so as to be nearly nonexistent.
As a woman of Middle-Eastern descent and an instructor at the Military Deployment Readiness School, she’d been busy training service members for the culture shock they would encounter when they arrived at their posts in the Middle East. Her days off had been few, given the current state of world affairs, but she was happy that she had settled into her present job.
She had already been a civil service employee, so when the bulletins seeking instructors with expertise about that part of the world had been posted, she had eagerly submitted her résumé. With her background, she’d readily gained the appointment. The opportunity couldn’t have come at a better time. She’d just been through a bitter breakup with the man she’d hoped to marry, and she’d appreciated the opportunity to move far away from him.
Though much of Ally’s knowledge of the Middle East had come because her mother had come from Tamahlya, a neighboring country to Tamahlyastan, the site of the current unpleasantness, the customs and traditions were so similar that they were nearly interchangeable. Ally had also taken courses in college on the subject. Little had she known then that the things she had learned from her mother and her esoteric college minor would ever be put to such good use.
She truly enjoyed preparing military and civilian personnel to take assignments in a part of the world where the lifestyles and traditions were completely alien to them. True, most of the men and women she taught already knew a lot about the restrictions in Middle Eastern society, but she was also able to explain and illustrate using her mother’s experiences.
To know that her students were well prepared for their foreign assignments was very satisfying. Thanks to her classes, they would be less likely to make innocent mistakes that could cause anything from a minor misunderstanding, such as using the wrong hand to pick up food, to a major incident like speaking to a woman without permission.
At 0729 hours, she gathered up her notes and her laptop computer and stepped from her office into the adjacent classroom. She was sure that her lesson plans would cover all instances that any of her students would encounter.
There were a few empty seats in the room, but a quick head count confirmed that everyone on her class printout was already present. She called the roll, more to become familiar with the men and women she would be working with than to ensure that they were who they were supposed to be. Attendance was never a problem in this training course.
She was halfway through the list when the classroom door opened.
Colonel Kathryn Palmore, the commander of the Air Force Deployment Readiness School, walked in. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, Ms. Carter,” she said, “but we have a few last-minute additions to your class.”
Allison smiled. She liked Kathryn Palmore and often spent spare moments discussing books, movies—anything but international affairs—with the attractive woman. “Certainly, Colonel,” she said. “We have a few extra chairs.”
Then her two last-minute students stepped into the room.
Their red berets folded and tucked into the large cargo pockets on the thighs of their camouflage battle-dress uniforms told Allison that they were combat controllers. Their specialized training allowed them to parachute into unfamiliar territory, secure an area and set up air-traffic control operations in advance of incoming aircraft. Such rigorous training made them a cocky group. How familiar she was with that uniform, those men—and one combat controller in particular.
“Sorry to interrupt you, Miz Carter,” a familiar voice, laced with sarcasm, said.
Allison looked into Danny Murphey’s eyes. His russet hair was cut regulation short as always; his battle-dress uniform was as immaculately pressed as ever. He was the consummate air commando, from his red beret down to the high-laced jump boots.
The anger in his tone, however, was certainly not regulation, and it was impossible to ignore. His Irish eyes were not smiling, and Allison knew why.
Her breath caught and her heart skipped a beat. They may have broken up over two years ago, but she and Danny seemed destined to forever walk in and out of each other’s lives. The last time had been just six months ago, and Danny was obviously unhappy about the way she had left him that time.
He would be even less amused if he figured out her secret. Considering her rounded belly, it wouldn’t be a matter of if but when.
Steeling herself for anything, Allison watched as Danny and the other man—someone she didn’t know—sauntered confidently into the room. “Have a seat, gentlemen,” she said, mustering up a brisk, professional tone. “I’ll check your paperwork later. We’re just about to get started.”
Allison didn’t need to read any paperwork to know the vital statistics for Technical Sergeant Daniel Xavier Murphey. She’d been intimate with every inch of his well-muscled physique, from his hair to his feet. She’d known him almost as well as she knew herself. No, she didn’t need to read anything. His eyes used to shine down on her, but that was before he’d issued the ultimatum that had been the beginning of the end.
Colonel Palmore stepped outside, leaving Allison to deal with her students.
Though she had hoped it would take Danny days to notice, Allison saw it the instant Danny realized her condition. His eyes narrowed, and he seemed to hold her against the dry-erase board behind her with his accusing gaze. Allison held her breath and readied herself for the scene she was certain he was going to make.
To his credit, Danny held his tongue, but Allison felt his apparent acceptance, his silence, like the tension of waiting for a time bomb to go off once the button had been pushed. The minutes crawled by. How was she going to get through the rest of the morning, the remainder of the class, anticipating the explosion that was sure to come.
DANNY DIDN’T KNOW how he’d managed to keep it together through that interminable morning, but he had. Now was his chance. He couldn’t believe that the woman he’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with had found someone else so quickly—someone who was obviously okay with her working and carrying a baby at the same time.
Ally hadn’t changed much since he’d last seen her six months ago. Except for her swelling belly, she was still petite and slim. Her jet-black hair was pinned up in a businesslike manner in deference to her job, but Danny remembered that it shone like black silk and smelled of roses when he pulled out the hairpins and let it tumble loose around her shoulders. How he’d loved to rake his fingers through her long locks.
He shook the image out of his head. No, he couldn’t keep thinking of her that way. Ms. Carter—he had to think of her as that—had finally excused the class, giving them a little over an hour to eat at either the base chow hall, the Servicemen’s Club or some other nearby eating establishment before class reconvened. Jake Magnussen, the guy who had walked in late with him, had jerked his head for Danny to come on, but Danny waved him off. “I want to ask the instructor something,” he had said, and Magnussen went on without him.
Danny was now alone in the room with Allison Carter, the woman who’d been a major player in his dreams for the future. “I guess congratulations are in order,” he said slowly, trying mightily to temper his anger and disguise his pain. He hated like hell that Allison—his Ally—might realize just how much her rejection had hurt him.
