Prince Charming's Child by Jennifer Greene

Author:Jennifer Greene
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-05-31T00:00:00+00:00

Mitch opened the Miata coupe’s trunk, and hefted out the two sacks of supplies he’d brought for their cookout. On top were the butcher-wrapped package of filets mignons. He felt nervous even looking at them. The butcher claimed they were the tenderest cut of beef he had in the store, but that wasn’t the point.

Mitch had accepted that wooing a pregnant woman had some unusual challenges—and wooing a woman who didn’t even know you were wooing her was even trickier. But food wasn’t working at all. The crab legs and shrimp had both been disasters, and the baby was going to be born around six months from now. That due date was clicking in his mind like a detonator. He couldn’t afford to have anything more go wrong, yet so far nothing he’d done was going right.

Nik came out when she heard his car, and immediately grinned when she saw his two sacks—which matched the two bags she was juggling. “It looks like we’re both over-prepared. And the only thing you were supposed to bring was the meat.”

“I did. Got a couple of fancy steaks.”

“Beef, huh?”

Like he’d dare take a chance on more seafood. “You said you’d do the side dishes and oover-doovers. But I also brought kindling, a spit for the filets, a blanket, that kind of thing. And looks like we’ve got a perfect night for this.”

“Unbeatable,” she agreed. As they climbed down the steps and started setting up, she savored the night no differently than he did. Barely a breath stirred over the Pacific. The sunset was made for lovers, the sky rubbed with jewel tones of amethyst and sapphire. Waves slip-slopped on the shore, chasing away a pair of sandpipers and a killdeer. Nik had already made a circle of stones for a firepit in the sheltered lee of the cliff.

She fluffed out a blanket and poured drinks, while he hunkered over the kindling and coaxed a fire. He’d brought a metal grate from home, and when the blaze took off, he piled some stones to make a higher base for the grate. The filets were thick. Unless the height was right, they could char too easily on the outside before the inside was done.

“You’ve obviously done this before. It looks like you’re building an engineering masterpiece,” she teased him.

He’d like her to think so. “It’ll be a while. I hope you aren’t too starved.”

“I’m always starved—but I can wait. Feels good to just sit here and enjoy the sunset.”

He settled on the blanket next to her, an arm-length away from the fire—feeling damned worried about screwing up the steaks, but not so worried he hadn’t noticed her. She was wearing jeans, a white fisherman’s sweater, sand sandals. He was wearing jeans and by chance, a fisherman’s sweater, too. It seemed a good omen that they were in tune, but Mitch wasn’t kidding himself. He could lose her before he ever won her. She was feeling pressured. He had to be ultracareful.

But that instant, she seemed to have closeted their personal problems.

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