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His Very Own Baby
Rebecca Winters
Alik Jarman has only just met his six-week-old son - and he isn't going to let him go now!Even though the baby's mother broke his heart less than one year ago…. Blaire never told Alik the real reason she called off their wedding. And now, when Alik demands she and the baby move in with him for a month, Blaire should refuse.But seeing Alik's delight in their child, she can't say no - and she can't stop hoping that one day they will be a real family!
“I want to feed him. Show me what to do.”
Alik stood too close. Blaire could feel his warmth. The familiar brand of soap Alik used in the shower emanated from his bronzed skin, assailing Blaire’s senses.
She placed a clean cloth over his broad shoulder, careful not to touch him for fear she wouldn’t want to stop. Then she handed him the bottle.
“Go ahead and put it in his mouth. He’ll do the rest.”
When Alik did her bidding, the baby started devouring his formula. He drank so fast and furiously, he made loud noises that sounded indecent. Alik’s laughter started in his throat and rumbled out to fill the hotel room.
She couldn’t help smiling. “As you’re discovering, he has your healthy appetite.” Before she gave her feelings away, she moved to the other bed. “Do you want me to leave the light on or off?”
“On,” Alik murmured. “I still have trouble believing he’s real.”
Meet
Dominic, Alik and Zane
Three firm friends…
Three successful business partners…
Three dedicated bachelors…
But life is full of surprises, and these gorgeous men are about to discover the joys of fatherhood—and of marriage—sooner than they think!
Surprised by fatherhood and ready for love!
Next month in
The Baby Discovery by Rebecca Winters,
Zane finds an abandoned baby—
don’t miss it!
HIS VERY OWN BABY
Rebecca Winters
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ONE
BLAIRE REGAN got out of the rental car and locked the door. She could smell rain in the early-morning air. It wouldn’t be long before it started falling.
After glancing around the excavation site outside Warwick, New York, she walked over to a couple of college students emerging from one of several dozen trailers.
“Excuse me? Could you tell me where I might find Dr. Alik Jarman? I was told he’s the consulting geologist on this project.”
It had taken several days and many costly, long-distance phone calls to various universities to determine his exact whereabouts in this pastoral section of the state.
Both heads turned at the same time. The look of blatant male admiration was always flattering, but right now she was too frightened and nervous to appreciate their attention. Her legs were shaking so hard it was a miracle she could still stand, let alone walk.
The blond one smiled. “He’s living in the trailer at the far end.”
By some miracle she’d arrived at the right place.
His buddy asked, “Are you one of Dr. Fawson’s students from New York University?” Hope shone brightly from a pair of warm blue eyes.
Her reason for being here was no one else’s business, but she couldn’t blame them for flirting. It was early October. College classes had barely started. Naturally they’d assumed she’d come to join the other students she could see working in the distance.
“I’m afraid not. But thank you for your help.”
“Anytime,” she heard one of them say as she made her way back to the car and drove the long length of packed dirt. One drop, then another spattered her windshield. It wouldn’t be long before the parking area turned into a mud bog.
The closer she drew to Alik’s temporary home, the faster her pulse raced. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears.
In the field, Alik’s day always started at dawn. It was possible he was already out on the site. She’d left the Bluebird Inn in Warwick at five-thirty in the morning, hoping to catch him before he began measuring soil properties or mapping water resources.
During the Introduction to Geology class she’d taken from the fascinating guest lecturer at UCLA in San Diego, California, a year ago, she’d learned he did a myriad of scientific disciplines in his study of the earth. But those all-too-short talks before and after class hadn’t been enough for Blaire. She’d fallen deeply in love with the ruggedly attractive Easterner after he’d taken her home from school because she was sick.
Apparently the brief drive to her house hadn’t satisfied his needs, either. Once she’d recovered, he’d suggested they have dinner overlooking the ocean. From that point on they couldn’t bear to be separated from each other. After a short courtship filled with romantic late-night walks along the surf, they set the date for their wedding and he flew her to New York City to meet his family.
That was when the horror story started. She’d had no choice but to break off their engagement. In truth, Blaire had never imagined she would see him again, especially if she allowed herself to think back to the awful blackness of that period.
But something unimaginable had come up, something she needed to talk to him about, otherwise she would never be able to live with herself.
Her mouth went dry as she got out of the car and found the strength to walk through the steady rain to the door of his trailer where she saw a poster mounted. No doubt he’d been forced to make a list of his business hours so the latest group of female students wouldn’t lie in wait for him the way they’d done in San Diego.
Was he already involved with one of them?
Stop it, Blaire.
She didn’t dare start thinking about what he’d been doing for the last ten and half months, let alone the women he’d been dating. Otherwise pain would consume her alive.
According to the poster, he was available for consultation between four and five in the afternoon, Monday through Friday, unless he was out of town.
Quickly, before she lost her courage and disappeared in the opposite direction, she lifted her hand and knocked on the door. She waited for a minute and knocked again. When there was no answer, she debated what to do, then tried turning the handle. To her surprise, it gave. She leaned her head inside and called out to him.
He wasn’t there.
After flying all the way from the West Coast to see him, she intended to talk to him no matter how long it took. Wondering how much her body could take in anticipation of this meeting, she considered waiting for him in her car. But the place where she’d had to park would prevent her from spotting him if he returned.
She vacillated for a moment, then decided to wait for him inside his trailer. He had to come back at some point. If the rain kept up, maybe it would be sooner.
During their courtship, Alik had intimated that when he worked at a site, any trailer would do since he only required the bare necessities. Viewing the drab brown and beige interior of the generic-looking mobile unit made her realize he’d spoken the truth.
At a glance she could see nothing of a personal nature to tell her about the man who inhabited these claustrophobic premises. After moving a pile of notebooks from a chair, she sat down to wait.
Much as she would have liked to explore his bedroom, she didn’t have the right. In fact by entering his abode uninvited, he could accuse her of trespassing.
Blaire had no idea how he would react when he saw the liberty she’d taken. But with the rain falling harder now, surely she could be forgiven for seeking shelter.
After a few minutes she got up to stretch her legs and discovered a huge map of the U.S. spread out on the built-in table next to the tiny kitchen. Curious, she made her way through the obstacle course to look at it.
He’d drawn a pencil line from New York City to San Francisco. Over the line he’d applied various colors of magic marker like a continuous patchwork between the cities he’d circled in black: Warwick, New York; Laramie, Wyoming; Tooele, Utah; San Francisco, California. There was no color beyond Tooele, just the line. Above each color he’d made scientific notations she didn’t understand.
Intrigued, she wasn’t aware of anything until the door was flung wide and she felt footsteps shake the floor. Suddenly Alik’s six-foot-two-physique dwarfed the interior of the trailer. The door closed behind him.
Blaire didn’t know who was more surprised, but where she let out a quiet gasp before straightening, his bronzed, whipcord-lean body stilled in place. The incandescent blaze in those forest-green eyes was the only part of him that let her know he wasn’t an inanimate block of quarry marble.
Through lashes as black as his overly long hair dampened by the rain, his gaze scorched its way up her silken-clad legs. Swallowing hard, she felt it skim the flare of womanly hips beneath her skirt. After a breathless pause, it wandered over the generous curves filling out her cotton sweater. When their eyes met again, she was quivering like a heavy dewdrop on a fragile petal.
“I couldn’t begin to guess why you’re here,” his voice rasped, “but you know the way out.” After opening the door, he stood there with his arms folded across his chest.
She’d imagined this meeting in her mind a thousand times at least, but nothing could have prepared her to deal with the extent of his deep-seated rancor.
He despised her.
“Alik—” His stance was so intimidating, she smoothed a lock of auburn hair behind her ear nervously. As she did so, his eye must have caught the glint of the diamond on her ring finger. The skin around his compelling male mouth seemed to whiten.
“I—I can understand how angry you must be finding me here like this,” she began in a shaky voice. “But it was raining, and I was afraid I might miss you if I stayed in the car, so I—”
“Get out of here, Blaire.” He didn’t shout the words. They were muttered beneath his breath like a curse.
She reeled from the raw brutality of his demand. The man she would always love had changed into someone she didn’t know.
No matter that she’d broken off their engagement for reasons he must never learn about, she couldn’t have imagined him treating her, or anyone else, with such exquisite cruelty. His capacity to inflict pain was a revelation.
“I’ll go,” she whispered, “just as soon as I tell you there were consequences the night we slept together.”
A palpable tension filled the devastating silence of the trailer. He shut the door, then leaned against it.
Gathering her courage she said, “We have a son who was born on August 19th. He’s six weeks old, and was christened Nicholas Regan Jarman.”
Next to telling him she couldn’t marry him, this was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do in her life. But now that she’d started, she had to see it through.
“You have every right to know you’re a father, especially since I’m being married in two months and another man will be raising him.”
It was a lie. There was no other man. There never could be another man. But it was imperative Alik believe she was engaged to someone else. Blaire’s aunt had let her borrow the ring she was wearing. She was on a precarious mission and needed it to authenticate her untruth.
The white around his mouth spread to his face. The look of shock.
“I happen to believe this kind of news should be delivered in person,” she continued. “Certainly you deserve that. But until Nicky and I both had our checkups yesterday, I wasn’t able to travel.”
The sardonic slash of his black brows told her exactly what he thought of her fabrication. He moved away from the door and took a threatening step toward her.
The motion drew her attention to the white T-shirt covering his well-defined chest, the powerful thigh muscles visible beneath his jeans. His utter maleness overwhelmed her. It had been so long since she’d lain against him while they’d kissed each other senseless.
“If you had wanted me to believe this fantastic story, you would have brought the proof with you surely.”
His biting mockery cut her like a knife. She sucked in her breath. “I would have, but he’s your mirror image. Since I’m positive no one around here knows about me or our past relationship, I tried to respect your privacy by leaving him with the hotel sitter. That way I wouldn’t embarrass you. Not even the two male students who pointed out your trailer to me know who I am.”
His withering look sent her to the door.
So far she hadn’t broken down, but if she remained another few seconds, the tears would gush and there wouldn’t be any way to stop them.
“What you do with the information is up to you, Alik. I’m staying at the Bluebird Inn in Warwick until checkout time at eleven tomorrow morning. I—If you want to see your little boy,” she stammered, “I’ll wait for you that long.”
After shutting the door quietly, she dashed to her rental car, but couldn’t escape a good soaking by the rain. She didn’t expect Alik to come after her, but some habits died hard as she watched for him through the rearview mirror until the trailer disappeared from her sight.
Fear had warred with excitement over seeing him again. The tension had made her body so twitchy, her foot wouldn’t stay on the pedal. She took a deep breath and willed herself to calm down.
You did it, Blaire. You told him the truth. No matter if you were taking an enormous risk, it was the honorable thing to do. Now it’s done.
By the time she reached the outskirts of Warwick, the rain had turned to drizzle. She lowered the speed of the windshield wipers. At least she could see better than before.
Yesterday she’d left San Diego under sunny skies. Only a mission as vital as this could have forced her to fly a second time to New York where she’d experienced the greatest pain of her life.
She hated it here, and couldn’t wait to get back to California with her darling baby. As soon as she reached the hotel, she would confirm her reservation for the return trip home tomorrow afternoon.
Finally the Bluebird Inn came into view. Anxious to hold Nicky and make sure he was all right, she pulled around the back and entered through a door located close to her hotel room on the second floor.
It hadn’t been easy to leave him with a complete stranger, but the manager of the Inn had assured her the baby-sitter was a retired registered nurse with impeccable credentials. There’d never been one complaint about her in the three years she’d worked for them.
