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The Bachelor's Baby Dilemma
Sheri WhiteFeather
REUNITED… FOREVER?Tanner Quinn needs to buy a home for his sister and her unborn child — but he doesn’t expect his search to lead him to his high-school girlfriend’s doorstep! She may remind Tanner of a time he tries to forget, but Candy McCall is still as sweet as her name and needs to sell her house, fast! The timing couldn’t be more perfect.But when Tanner hires Candy as his niece’s nanny, their relationship becomes too close for comfort. And soon, just one kiss is enough to remind them of what they once were to each other… and might be again.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to be okay.”
“And so are you. With your niece, I mean.”
Tanner smiled. “We’re always telling each other that everything will be all right.”
“So it seems.” Candy wanted to wrap her arms around him and indulge herself in a body-warming hug. But they’d yet to embrace, and this wasn’t the time to start. She knew better than to risk it, especially when the mystery of his bedroom was just around the bend.
“I chose a magical horse for you to ride today,” he said, drawing her into a new conversation.
“Magical?”
“A white horse. All she needs is a sparkly gold horn to look like a unicorn.”
“Unicorns were my girlish obsession.” She thought about the stress associated with her youth, the perfection that had been expected of her. “Sometimes I used to imagine disappearing into a world of make-believe and never coming back.”
“Now’s your chance. For a few hours, anyway.”
“What’s the mare’s name?”
“Enchanted.”
“That’s beautiful, Tanner.” It was as close to magic as a grown-up girl like Candy could get.
Family Renewal: Sometimes all it takes is a second chance.
The Bachelor’s Baby Dilemma
Sheri WhiteFeather
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
SHERI WHITEFEATHER is an award-winning, bestselling author. She writes a variety of romance novels for Mills & Boon and has become known for incorporating Native American elements into her stories. She has two grown children who are tribally enrolled members of the Muscogee Creek Nation. She lives in California and enjoys shopping in vintage stores and visiting art galleries and museums. Sheri loves to hear from her readers at www.sheriwhitefeather.com (http://www.sheriwhitefeather.com).
Contents
Cover (#u1f3a0d40-829e-5fe3-aa80-f3ae341b9bb1)
Introduction (#u9698286e-90af-516e-883b-22601d68114f)
Title Page (#u2dc1a3c0-ceab-52c9-843d-6b1fdc9a2bf8)
About the Author (#u852128bb-7b47-5bc4-9721-cdd6c6e0dfc7)
Chapter One (#ulink_79214a98-4852-52b5-9ce0-e16adeb8d4ed)
Chapter Two (#ulink_98ad1b9e-4058-54d1-a7f6-f75003b1f83f)
Chapter Three (#ulink_86a7f2ce-f749-5399-acd0-8c740327abd2)
Chapter Four (#ulink_fb95a8a2-bd6c-53c2-87f7-697f0cadcc51)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#ulink_b065b8ef-2667-5fc7-a920-9edd9a21e46a)
Candy McCall didn’t want to sell her house. It was her dream home, her Southern California sanctuary, and she was going to miss it when she was gone.
Of course it hadn’t sold yet. She hadn’t even gotten any offers. That might change today, though. A potential buyer was on his way. And of all things, she’d discovered that it was someone from her past. Her very first boyfriend, in fact. A man named Tanner Quinn. She hadn’t seen him since they were teenagers or kept track of his whereabouts, but they had a mutual friend who’d referred him to her.
She’d spoken to him briefly on the phone and learned that he owned a place called T.Q.’s Riding Academy and Stables. Oh, and that if he was interested in her house, it would be a cash sale.
She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. A cash sale was just what she needed to get out of this mess. She was in such a dire financial situation she couldn’t even afford to use a Realtor.
But how strange was this going to be, showing her house to Tanner? She was actually nervous about seeing him.
Just as she opened her eyes, the doorbell rang.
She rushed to answer the summons, then gazed at the man on her porch. Heaven almighty. That six-foot-three frame. Those slate-gray eyes. He would be around her age, thirty-four or so now, and although he’d grown up and filled out, she would know him anywhere.
With his short black hair slicked away from his handsomely chiseled face, he made quite the dashing figure. He wore a classic ensemble of English riding gear. Clearly, he’d just come from work. Or a polo match. Or something where wicked boots were required.
Neither of them spoke. They just kept staring at each other, with awkward smiles, trying to get used to this hasty reunion.
He finally said, “Well, hello, Candy Sorensen.”
“Hello, yourself. But for the record, I’m Candy McCall now,” she reminded him.
“Oh, that’s right. Your married name.”
“Yes.” She paused and uncomfortably added, “But as I mentioned on the phone, I’m divorced now.” The dissolution of her marriage was a painful topic, but she couldn’t very well behave as if she was still a doe-eyed wife. Changing the subject, she gestured to the doorway. “Do you want to come in?”
She stepped back to allow him entrance, and he crossed the threshold, looking like the horseman that he was. She wasn’t surprised that he made his living in the equestrian industry. He’d always worked around horses, except that he’d been more of the cowboy type when he was younger.
Then again, she didn’t doubt he would be just as comfortable in Wrangler jeans and a Stetson as he was in a button-down shirt and breeches, or that he still rode Western-style.
Trying to keep a professional air, she took a deep breath, preparing to treat him like the potential buyer he was. But he wasn’t glancing around her living room or paying attention to the house he’d come to see.
Instead, he swept his gaze over her. “You sure as hell look good. But you always did.”
“Yes, picture-perfect me.” There went her professionalism. She made a doll-like motion, mocking herself. Candy was a long, lean, leggy brunette who’d spent her youth parading around in beauty pageants and hating every second of it.
He broke into a smile. “You still can’t take a compliment after all this time? Some things never change.”
She hoped he was wrong about that. She didn’t want to think of herself as the same people-pleaser she’d been back then. She’d never had to please him, though. He’d accepted her for who she was. She’d always liked that about him.
He moved toward the fireplace, the mottled stones enhancing the color of his eyes. “Are you selling your house because of the divorce?”
“No.” She kept her response vague, not wanting to get into the money issue. “It doesn’t have anything to do with that.”
“I’ve never been married.” He frowned a little. “But I prefer being a bachelor.”
Was he thinking about his parents’ troubled marriage and how it had disintegrated after his infant sister had died? Or was his frown something altogether different?
She certainly remembered the devastation from the past. Candy had been there that morning, playing video games with Tanner, when his frantic mother had found the lifeless baby in her crib.
“How’s your family?” she asked, needing to know about them, needing to hear that they were fine.
“Kade is a horse trainer, but he’s on the road a lot, doing clinics and whatnot, so I don’t see him all that much. But we call each other when we can.”
The older brother. She’d only met him once, when he’d come home for the baby’s funeral. Otherwise he’d been away at college, studying equine science. Apparently he was still away, in some form or another.
“We don’t talk to our dad anymore,” Tanner said. “Too much water under that bridge. Mom was always there, of course, with her nurturing ways. But then she died last year.”
A stream of sadness swept over her. So much for everyone being fine. “I’m so sorry. She was such a nice lady. I always liked her.”
“She liked you, too. She used to marvel at how much Meagan adored you.”
Meagan was his other little sister, a spitfire of a child who’d needed mounds of attention. “Remember how she was always pestering me to curl her hair? And paint her nails? And put makeup on her?”
“Of course I remember. She wanted to be just like you. She was pissed at me after you and I broke up. She kept asking me when I was going to bring you back. But then Buffy became her idol, and she let me off the hook.”
Candy feigned offense, especially since he was smiling once again. “I was replaced by a vampire slayer?”
“Afraid so. But Meagan was only eight. She didn’t know any better. Now, if I’d dropped you like a hot potato for Buffy and her Scooby gang, it would have been another story.”
She swatted his arm, and he laughed. But just as quickly, they both went serious again. He hadn’t dropped her, not in the way he’d just suggested. Their breakup had been more of a moody drift. After the baby died and his parents started going through their messy divorce, Tanner began to retreat into himself, becoming more and more detached. Finally, it reached a point where he couldn’t handle having a girlfriend anymore.
Candy, on the other hand, had longed to have another boyfriend, which, eventually, led to Vince, the handsome heartbreaker she’d married.
“After you and I broke up, my mom said that I was being a jerk,” Tanner said.
Her pulse jumped. “What?”
“She didn’t like how I ended it with you. She was critical of my behavior because of my dad. But I wasn’t like him. I was just a kid, trying to cope with it all.”
“I remember how difficult it was for you.” She also recalled the big blasting hurt of being rejected by him, even if it hadn’t been as callous as the way Vince had kicked her to the curb. Before the past got the better of her, she changed the subject. “Speaking of kids, you never said what Meagan does for a living. Does she work with horses, too?”
“No. She isn’t a horsewoman. And she’s not a kid anymore, either,” he added. “She’s twenty-five now, and her situation is complicated.”
She waited for him to expound, but he didn’t. Whatever was going on with Meagan, he obviously didn’t want to talk about it.
A moment later, he asked, “How’s your family?”
She answered the question, loaded as it was. “My grandparents are gone, so it’s just me and my mom now.” She didn’t have a dad. He’d died when she was three, and her mom rarely spoke of him, even when Candy prodded her for information.
“Did you ever become a model?” Tanner asked. “The way you were supposed to?”
She tugged unglamorously at the hem of her top. “Yes, I followed the career path Mom chose for me. But I wasn’t as successful as she would’ve liked.” She quit tugging and smoothed the fabric. “I’m a yoga instructor now. I teach doga, too. Yoga for dogs,” she clarified.
“Really? Oh, that’s cute. I’d like to see that sometime.”
As if on cue, her faithful companion, a yellow Lab, moseyed in through the back door. Candy made the introduction. “That’s Yogi. She’s my best student.”
“Hey, there,” Tanner said, prompting the dog to come forward and greet him.
He knelt to pet her, running his fingers through her luxurious fur. Yogi all but melted from his touch, pressing closer to his hand. Candy considered correcting her, but the poor thing wasn’t doing anything wrong. Besides, she knew the feeling, remembering how Tanner used to touch her, too.
Lightly, magically, but without taking it too far.
Good girl that she was, Candy had been saving herself for marriage—a choice that had backfired when she’d met Vince. She’d let her ex pressure her into being with him, long before there was even a hint of marriage.
So what did that say about the decision she’d made? That she should have just gone ahead and made Tanner her first?
As he righted his posture, bringing his big, broad body back to its full height, she warned herself not to think along those lines.
She steered the conversation back to business. “Do you want to walk around by yourself? Or do you want me to give you a tour?”
“I’d rather have you show me the place.”
