Groom On The Loose. Christine Scott

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      He blinked. “Are you saying you are willing to take Jessica?”

      Cassie’s throat went dry. She couldn’t speak.

      Never before had she been expected to make such a rash, life-altering decision. She needed time to mull through her options. But time was the one thing she wasn’t to be allowed. If she said no, she’d be cutting off all ties with a woman she’d considered a friend—a decision, she had no doubt, that would cause her to spend the rest of her life struggling with a guilty heart. But if she said yes and failed as a surrogate parent, the consequences of her actions would be costly. She might be setting herself and Jessica up for heartbreak.

      “Mr. Benning, months ago, Melanie asked me to look after Jessica if anything ever happened to her.” Cassie took a deep breath. “I never thought I’d be held to that. But if Melanie trusted me enough to name me as her baby’s guardian, then I don’t have a choice but to accept.”

      The lawyer studied her for a long moment, his gaze hard and assessing. Then, seeming satisfied, he said, “Very well, Ms. Andrews. Now that the decision has been made, let’s get the paperwork out of the way so that you can meet Jessica.”

      Cassie glanced around the lobby. “She’s here?”

      Mr. Benning pointed a finger at the high atrium ceiling. “She’s upstairs in my suite with my secretary.”

      A shiver of trepidation traveled through her. She glanced at her wristwatch. Fifteen minutes had passed since she’d walked into the lobby of the hotel. Fifteen of the most important minutes of her life. She had a feeling her world would never be the same.

      Up until a few months ago, she wasn’t sure she could take care of herself, let alone be responsible for someone else. Her parents had been skeptical when she’d started her own business. She wondered what they’d say when she told them she was going to raise a child.

      Cassie gathered a firm grip on her self-confidence. She had proved herself to be a successful business-woman. If she could arrange a sit-down dinner party for twenty on two hours’ notice, raising a baby should be a snap.

      Party?

      Cassie drew in a sharp breath and glanced at her watch again. In all the excitement, she’d completely forgotten about Greg’s party. It would be starting in less than two hours.

      She gave a silent moan. Greg expected her to fail as a hostess; she could see it in his eyes every time they’d met to discuss her duties. She’d been determined to prove him wrong.

      Now she wasn’t so sure.

      It looked as though Greg Lawton might just have another chance to say “I told you so.”

      

      At eleven forty-five, the doorbell rang. Greg glanced around his bustling house and felt a surge of panic. He muttered an oath beneath his breath. “Don’t let it be a guest.”

      His house had never been so full. The caterers had arrived. The servers were setting up shop on the patio. And the bartenders were busy uncorking the wine bottles and tapping the beer keg. Everyone was here, except for Cassie.

      She had promised him she would be there. He was counting on her to help pull off this party. But it would appear Cassie was pulling a no-show. Greg muttered another oath. He swore this was the last time he’d put his trust in a woman.

      Greg yanked open the front door, sending the brass knocker clanging against its perch.

      Cassie stood on his doorstep.

      He didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or holler at her. He was too surprised to do either. Greg blinked hard and did a double take.

      In Cassie’s arms was a baby. A small, apple-cheeked baby girl with sandy blond hair, baby blue eyes and a pout on her rosebud lips. The expression on the baby’s face was a mirror image of Cassie’s. Both women looked tired and cranky.

      Greg couldn’t believe it. Cassie had brought a baby to his party!

       Chapter Two

      “I know what you’re going to say. I’m late.” Cassie stepped inside, brushing past Greg. “I’m sorry. I have a doozy of an excuse. But that will have to wait until later.”

      The heels of her sandals clicked against the wood floor of the entryway as she strode directly to the kitchen. The skirt of her yellow sundress swirled around her long legs. A pink diaper bag swung against the slender curve of her hip. Her silky blond hair, pulled into a neat ponytail, swung from side to side. She looked perfect, ready to play the role of his hostess. Ready, that is, except for the baby in her arms.

      As though on cue, the baby began to whimper.

      Greg followed closely on their heels.

      “Did the caterers arrive on time?” she called over her shoulder. “How about the bartender?”

      “Cassie—”

      “What about the tables and decorations? My workers are very reliable. I’m sure everything looks perfect.” She pushed open the kitchen’s swinging door. The room was noisy and filled to capacity with workers preparing for the party. Winding her way through the crowd, she snagged the diaper bag off her shoulder and began pulling out bottles of milk. “How does the backyard look? I was a little worried about spacing.”

      “Cassie,” he said, louder this time.

      Heads turned. The catering staff watched with interest.

      Cassie stopped unpacking. She looked at him, one brow raised. “Hmm?”

      “You have a baby,” he pointed out unnecessarily. The whimpering had grown in volume. Obviously the child was tuning up for a whole new chorus of tears.

      “That’s right,” she said. Bouncing the baby on her hip, she opened the refrigerator door and stowed the bottles inside. “But don’t worry. Nothing, not even a baby, is going to interfere with my hostessing duties. Now I’m going to just pop outside and check on—”

      “Cassie,” he said, interrupting her again. “Whose baby is it?”

      She bit her lip, looking uncertain. “Well, I suppose…she’s mine.”

      Greg closed his eyes and counted to ten. He only got to three before the baby’s howls interrupted him. He glared at the pair. “This is a joke, right?”

      “No joke,” Cassie said, her voice catching. Tears, matching those streaming down the baby’s cheeks, filled her eyes. “She really is mine.”

      He tried hard to fight it, but failed. An ill-advised bout of sympathy rocked him. He hated to see anyone—even Cassie—cry. He shook his head. “Cassie, Cassie, Cassie…what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

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