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Her Baby's Hero
Karen Sandler
SIX MONTHS AGO…Ashley Rand spent the most incredible night of her life making love with Jason Kerrigan. Now she was pregnant, and the soon-to-be father had a right to know. But once they were standing face-to-face again, the take-charge CEO coolly and calmly informed her that she was moving–to his house!Jason had no doubt he was the baby's father…and now he wanted a permanent part in both their lives! He'd had his reasons for leaving town back then, but now her was determined to do right by Ashley and his imminent family. Together, they'd created a miracle of life. Together, could they build a real home–with him as the true hero of Ashley's heart?
“I’m not moving anywhere.”
“Of course you are. To San Jose with me. How else can I take charge of you and the baby?”
Ashley took a breath. “I don’t need you taking charge. I can handle this on my own.”
Jason stared at her. “I seem to recall that I was in that bed with you.”
A startling heat suffused her at the memory. She looked his way and saw he was remembering, too.
She suppressed erotic images. “I’m prepared to take care of everything.”
“This is my baby as much as yours,” Jason countered. “You expect me to turn my back on it?”
“No, I just…”
Somehow his hand was on her arm, his fingers curling around, his thumb stroking. His focus had returned to her mouth, and if she didn’t break that visual contact, she was certain he’d kiss her….
Dear Reader,
This beautiful month of April we have six very special reads for you, starting with Falling for the Boss by Elizabeth Harbison, this month’s installment in our FAMILY BUSINESS continuity. Watch what happens when two star-crossed high school sweethearts get a second chance—only this time they’re on opposite sides of the boardroom table! Next, bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne pays us a wonderful and emotional visit in Special Edition with her new miniseries, THE COWBOYS OF COLD CREEK. In Light the Stars, the first book in the series, a frazzled single father is shocked to hear that his mother (not to mention babysitter) eloped—with a supposed scam artist. So what is he to do when said scam artist’s lovely daughter turns up on his doorstep? Find out (and don’t miss next month’s book in this series, Dancing in the Moonlight). In Patricia McLinn’s What Are Friends For?, the first in her SEASONS IN A SMALL TOWN duet, a female police officer is reunited—with the guy who got away. Maybe she’ll be able to detain him this time….
Jessica Bird concludes her MOOREHOUSE LEGACY series with From the First, in which Alex Moorehouse finally might get the woman he could never stop wanting. Only problem is, she’s a recent widow—and her late husband was Alex’s best friend. In Karen Sandler’s Her Baby’s Hero, a couple looks for that happy ending even though the second time they meet, she’s six months’ pregnant with his twins! And in The Last Cowboy by Crystal Green, a woman desperate for motherhood learns that “the last cowboy will make you a mother.” But real cowboys don’t exist anymore…or do they?
So enjoy, and don’t forget to come back next month. Everything will be in bloom….
Have fun.
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
Her Baby’s Hero
Karen Sandler
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
KAREN SANDLER
first caught the writing bug at age nine when, as a horse-crazy fourth grader, she wrote a poem about a pony named Tony. Many years of hard work later, she sold her first book (and she got that pony—although his name is Ben). She enjoys writing novels, short stories and screenplays and has produced two short films. She lives in Northern California with her husband of twenty-three years and two sons who are busy eating her out of house and home. You can reach Karen at karen@karensandler.net.
To all the kids who are different, who can’t sit still in
class, whose ideas would never fit inside a box.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Prologue
What had she done?
Clutching the covers to her naked body, Ashley Rand stared at Jason Kerrigan’s stony profile and tried to reason through what had just happened. Five minutes ago she was moaning with passion, now she wanted to shrink inside herself as the awkwardness washed over her.
His eyes fixed on the ceiling, he wouldn’t even look at her. Just as well; she wasn’t sure she could meet his gaze herself. They’d come to his apartment to drown their sorrows with a pizza and a couple beers, not jump into bed. Somehow a soothing neck rub had turned into torrid sex with a man she wasn’t even sure she liked half the time.
What now? Did she get up and get dressed, see if the pizza was still edible? Talk to him, make a joke about what they’d just done together?
She shut her eyes, wishing she could vanish and reappear in the ramshackle house she shared with three other women near the UC Berkeley campus. No chance she’d be able to creep into her bedroom unnoticed by her roommates, even at 2:00 a.m. They’d want all the gory details. But she didn’t understand the insanity of this interlude with Jason herself, never mind being able to muster an explanation for the avid audience of her housemates.
She glanced over at Jason again. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around what she was doing in bed with him.
Her friendship with the prickly, straitlaced twenty-eight-year-old grad student had arisen more through happenstance than common interest. They both tutored at-risk kids at a local high school. When Ashley’s finicky VW had broken down, Jason had offered her a ride. He’d all but refused to let her drive herself after that, his stubbornness so exasperating that it was easier just to go along with him.
Without a glance in her direction, he turned on his side, presenting her with his broad back. Her stomach roiled as he shut her out even further.
It had seemed so innocent a couple of hours ago. She’d been hit hard by the news that one of their students, a promising young man they’d been sure was college-bound, had been arrested for drug trafficking. Jason hadn’t betrayed the least emotion when she’d called him at midnight, but he’d been the one to suggest she come over for pizza and beer.
She couldn’t stand the silence anymore; she had to say something. The mortification was killing her.
She tightened her grip on the covers. “Jason—”
He pushed away from her and slid from the bed. In the glow of the small bedside lamp, she got one heart-stopping glance at his gorgeous backside before he yanked the bathroom door open and disappeared inside.
Anger bubbled within her at his brush-off. She wanted to march in there after him and give him a shake.
Or she could just leave. This might be her only chance to escape without confronting Jason at all. It didn’t seem right to simply ignore what had happened between them, but for once, she was perfectly content to take the coward’s way out.
Jumping from the bed, she scrambled through the room, gathering up her skirt and blouse. She found her pantyhose in the kitchen and her sandals in the living room. Within a few minutes, she was dressed and out the door.
As she drove through streets wet with spring rain, she contemplated her next move. Avoid Jason completely the last few months of school? Make light of their lovemaking, as if it hadn’t been the most mind-blowing pleasure she’d ever experienced? Or pretend it had never happened?
She’d decide tomorrow, when she saw him again. Let him take the lead. Stone-hearted Jason would likely go with option three. Fine. She could deal with that.
Even if it hurt.
Chapter One
She wanted to see him.
Jason Kerrigan tightened his grip on the wheel of his silver Mercedes as he headed up Interstate 80 toward Reno. Six months with no contact, then out of the blue a letter from Ashley Rand.
Not a letter. Little more than a note: “I need to talk to you,” neatly penned, followed by her name, address and phone number.
Surely she didn’t want to rehash that night at his apartment in Berkeley—not six months later. It might have been a mistake on a massive scale—never mind how incredible the sex had been—but he figured she’d said it all when she’d walked out without a word.
The tires squealed around another tight curve. He wrestled the car back into his lane as it hit the warning bumps. He’d just passed the town of Marbleville and from the Mercedes’s GPS system, he knew the Hart Valley exit was another seven miles ahead.
What could she possibly want? Was she in some kind of financial bind and needed money? She’d never seemed particularly impressed with his wealth, but necessity could be a strong motivator. If it was money she wanted, this would be a short reunion.
He didn’t have time for this. He should have pressed her harder to tell him what she wanted over the phone, saved him the six-hour round trip. Maybe she thought he’d have a harder time saying no to a loan face-to-face. Obviously, she’d never sat across the table from him in a business negotiation. Few executives in the high-tech industry relished a confrontation with Kerrigan Technology’s youngest CEO.
As a Bay Area native, tiny little backwater towns like Hart Valley weren’t exactly his cup of tea. Too many trees, too much dirt and likely everyone stuck their noses in everyone else’s private lives. No matter what Ashley had to say, he wouldn’t be staying long. He’d brought a change of clothes and his computer—he didn’t go anywhere without his laptop—but he intended to finish his business with Ashley this afternoon and get home before his brother’s bedtime at nine.
He spotted the sign for Hart Valley and pulled onto the exit ramp. A quick glance at the directions and he turned right, toward town. That much closer to Ashley and clearing up whatever she thought was so important he had to drive 170 miles to hear.
Even slowing to twenty-five, he was through the small town of Hart Valley in less than a minute. Which meant he was less than six minutes away from Ashley’s sister’s place, according to the GPS.
It was possible she wouldn’t be there. He hadn’t been able to guarantee he’d drive up this Friday afternoon. “Tentatively,” he’d said, then when he’d called her back to confirm, he’d had to leave a message on her cell’s voice mail.
So what if she wasn’t there? He couldn’t see himself sitting around at her home located in the back of beyond waiting for her. But to turn around and return to San José without seeing her didn’t seem right, either. He’d committed himself to this visit; he’d follow through.
Stoney Creek Road came up quicker than he expected, and he had to hit the brakes to keep from missing the turn. According to the GPS, 2.2 more miles, then he’d arrive at the NJN Ranch. A knot tightened in his chest.
He slowed as the Mercedes’s trip meter counted out 1.8 miles and he watched for the address. This wasn’t like the city, with houses crammed side by side, all of them identified clearly with numbers painted on the front. The few addresses he’d seen along Stoney Creek were scrawled haphazardly on scraps of wood or on fence posts. They didn’t seem to go in any order, either.
Luckily, the ranch had a large wrought-iron sign over the front entrance, the letters NJN prominent enough he couldn’t miss it. As he turned onto the gravel drive, creeping along its bumpy surface, he saw a large, covered arena and a barn on the hill beyond it. He parked beside a silver hatchback and shut off the engine.
He glanced at his watch, then checked his PDA for new e-mail. Even in the few hours he’d been gone, it had piled up, just another reminder that this trip to indulge whatever nonsense Ashley had to share with him pulled him away from more important issues. Like whether Kerrigan Technology’s recovery from its financial woes would continue or if the mistakes his late father had made would take it under.
Dropping the PDA on the seat, he climbed out of the car and by reflex hit the alarm button on his key chain. Taking a look around him at a vista filled with trees and grazing horses, he unlocked the car again.
There was a small house at the far end of the arena, an odd octagonal structure. As he started across the parking area toward it, a woman emerged from the front door, her face, her movements vaguely familiar. His heart rate accelerated, a knee-jerk response to those white-hot moments six months ago. When he got a better look at the woman, though, he realized it wasn’t Ashley after all. Her hair was darker than Ashley’s strawberry-blond and she wasn’t as slender.
“Can I help you?” She gave him a businesslike smile as she shook his hand. “I’m Sara Delacroix, director of the Rescued Hearts Riding School.”
A flicker of motion through the front window of the house distracted him. Was that Ashley?
“Sir?” Sara repeated.
“Sorry.” He kept his gaze on that window. “I’m Jason Kerrigan.”
Sara moved between him and the house. “What can I do for you?” There was an edge to her tone now.
Irritation welled up in him. “She’s expecting me.”
“She’s my sister.” Sara’s hazel eyes narrowed. “She never mentioned you were coming.”
“Is Ashley here?”
Silence stretched as Sara speared him with her gaze. “Just a minute.”
She strode back toward the house and gave the door a peremptory knock before she opened it. Feminine voices drifted toward him, then Sara stepped out and motioned to him. As he walked toward the house, he heard Sara ask, “Do you want me to stay?” then heard a soft no in response.
Sara gave him a dark look as she passed him, and when he glanced at her over his shoulder, she still had her eye on him. He ignored her, starting toward the house.
Sara had left the door slightly ajar, and he started to push it open. He could almost see his long-dead mother wagging a scolding finger at him. Biting back impatience, he knocked and waited.
She had to be just inside, but several seconds dragged by before the door finally moved. When Ashley stepped clear, his world narrowed on that first glimpse of her face.
He’d remembered her as attractive, but her brains had placed her above most of the gorgeous women at school who couldn’t resist the allure of his money. What he hadn’t recalled was the silkiness of that strawberry-blond hair, how enticing her soft brown eyes were.
Then his gaze drifted down, giving in to the impulse to take in all of her. If her face had sent his imagination racing, his first sight of her body stopped it in his tracks. He understood that what she’d called him up here to discuss was far more complex than money.
Ashley Rand was obviously, noticeably, most certainly pregnant. And if he’d learned any math at all back at Stanford and Berkeley, the baby was his.
How could she have thought she’d ever be ready to face Jason Kerrigan again? Standing just across her threshold, he looked even more stiff and formal and coldhearted than she remembered back at Berkeley. His neat, gray polo shirt and impeccably creased charcoal slacks screamed boardroom rather than backwoods ranch. No doubt, dirt wouldn’t dare come to rest on that pristine fabric.
“Hello,” she said, at a loss as to how to muster any other greeting.
