The Bachelor's Baby. Liz Fielding
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Название: The Bachelor's Baby
Автор: Liz Fielding
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Vintage Cherish
isbn: 9781472080264
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“Go away, Jake. This has nothing to do with you,” Amy said.
“Are you saying this is not my baby?”
“No, she is your baby. But if it bothers you, go away. Forget you ever met me.”
He stared at her. Was she serious?
“You said you don’t do commitment, Jake. I promise that you’re not committed to me or my baby. Financially or emotionally.”
She crossed to the door and opened it.
Standing on the threshold, his thoughts in turmoil, Jake realized that he didn’t want to go. He just didn’t know how to stay. He headed for the gate. If she was bluffing, well, he was calling her.
The door clicked shut and he swung round, taken by surprise.
She really meant it!
Well, that was just fine. So did he. Now they both knew where they stood.
What happens when you suddenly discover your happy twosome is about to be turned into a…family?
Do you panic?
Do you laugh?
Do you cry?
Or…do you get married?
The answer is all of the above—and plenty more!
Share the laughter and the tears as these unsuspecting couples are plunged into parenthood! Whether it’s a baby on the way, or the creation of a brand-new instant family, these men and women have no choice but to be
When parenthood takes you by surprise!
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CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
JAKE HALLAM couldn’t take his eyes off her. She arrived late for the christening, caught in one of the showers that had been chasing across the valley all day, and as she walked towards him a sudden shaft of sunlight lit up in the raindrops that clung to her.
They sparkled against the silver-grey velvet cloak that swirled around her ankles. Sparkled on the spray of flowers she was carrying. Sparkled on long dark lashes that curtained her eyes.
Then she pushed back the wide hood of her cloak and the sun, slanting through the stained glass of the old church, lit up the short, elfin cut of her pale blonde hair.
The baby, nestling in his mother’s arms, whimpered restlessly and the newcomer leaned over, touched his cheek. ‘Hello, gorgeous,’ she cooed softly, in a voice like melted chocolate. The infant’s complaint was immediately transformed into a smile.
And then she looked up, straight into his eyes, and repeated the soft, ‘Hello’. Even without the ‘gorgeous’ tag, he felt the same instant desire to grin as she offered him a slender hand. ‘I’m Amaryllis Jones.’
‘Amaryllis?’
‘That’s just for formalities,’ she said gravely. ‘Now we’ve been introduced you may call me Amy.’ He would have done, if he could have caught his breath. ‘And you’re Jacob Hallam. Willow and Mike have told me all about you.’
‘It’s Jake,’ he said quickly. ‘And whatever Willow and Mike have told you—’ he bit back the denial as he remembered where he was ‘—is probably true.’
‘Really?’ The corners of her mouth tucked into a small, teasing smile as she tilted her head thoughtfully to one side. ‘I wonder. So few people live up—or down—to their reputations.’
Even as he struggled to remind himself that he was in church, godfather to the infant about to be baptised and with no business to be thinking the kind of thoughts that were racing through his head, she turned away to kiss Willow, the baby’s mother, and apologise for her lateness.
‘I noticed the bluebells in the orchard as I was leaving. They’re just the colour of Ben’s eyes so I stopped to pick some.’
That was all. Normality returned. Amy took baby Ben from his mother. The vicar ushered them towards the font and Jake thought he must have imagined the spark of something hot and sweet that had crossed the space between himself and Amy. An unspoken promise that said… Not now. Later.
As if she’d read his mind Amaryllis Jones lifted her lashes, flickered a sideways glance at him.
Her eyes weren’t blue. They were green and ocean-deep and he was suddenly out of his depth and floundering. It was an unfamiliar sensation and every instinct warned him that he should head for the door while he still could. But he was keeping a promise he’d made to stand as godfather to Mike and Willow’s first child and escape wasn’t an option.
Yet all through the service Jake was distracted by the scent of the flowers she carried. It wove a spell through his mind so that all through the tea that followed, and the champagne and the toasts to baby Ben’s health and happiness, he was intensely aware of her presence shimmering on the edge of his consciousness. Once the photographs had been taken, and escape was possible, they had circled the company, keeping the maximum distance between them as if by unspoken agreement, understanding that to be close was to risk instant conflagration.
But when he’d glanced in her direction he’d had the feeling that he’d just missed meeting her gaze. Maybe it was simply his imagination working overtime. Maybe. Yet without a word spoken, without a gesture or so much as a lift of a brow, they arrived at the door at the same time, ready to leave.
‘Hold on, Amy, it’s raining again,’ Mike said, as he walked them to the door. ‘You’ll get wet on your broomstick. I’ll run you home.’
‘Broomstick?’ Jake repeated, turning to risk the heat of those dangerous eyes.
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