The Billionaire's Secret Baby (Silhouette Desire 90's)

Author:Carol Devine [Devine, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Billionaire Bachelor, Single Woman, Sensual, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chances, Honesty & Trust, Playboy Tycoon, Widow, Family Life, Marriage of Convenience, Biological Father, Platonic Marriage, Second Marriage, Second Convenient Proposal, Protection, His Terms, Devastating Charms
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury-Silhouette Desire 90s
Published: 2011-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

Meg laced her hands together nervously. Their going-away limousine was chilly. Blessedly so. Thank heavens for January, for winter, for the icy pall that reduced her wedding day to the dull look of the ordinary.

For it was ordinary. It had to be. However formal and formidable Jack looked in black tie and tails, he didn’t mean a word of the vows he had said. Yet, as he settled next to her in the limo’s leather back seat, the elegance of his body edged her peripheral vision as it had throughout the day, and the pounding of her heart refused to cease.

Cleave unto him.

The width of his powerful shoulders, the bend of his lean, black-clad legs belonged to the man she married. And those vows repeated themselves over and over in her mind.

I now pronounce you man and wife...

Clearing the gates of the Tarkenton estate, the limousine turned east, surrounded by a contingent of motorcycle police. Meg glanced at the caravan of reporters who took up the chase, snaking behind in a long line of jockeying cars and satellite vans.

Jack checked on them, too. Hair the color of sand fanned his collar. Sea-spice aftershave sent visions of sunlit beaches through her head. Deserted beaches. Deserted except for one man and one woman. Her husband, his wife.

“Don’t worry,” he said, and clasped her hand. “The hotel has plenty of security.”

She nodded, too aware of his hand, his voice, of now and forever, amen.

She looked ahead, taking in the reality of snow-banked roads and frozen trees. A nearby hotel was their destination, not Saint-Tropez. However, what remained on her mind was the stripe of his shirt collar against the strong cords of his neck. His very tanned neck. Five years ago, she discovered exactly where that tan ended, too.

Appalled at the direction of her thoughts, Meg concentrated on Katie, sweet and innocent. Katie came from somewhere, though. Katie came from him.

Heat flushed Meg. She pulled her hand out from under his and placed it in her lap, trying to make light of the situation. After all, it was ironic. She had been so worried about Jack coming on to her. But deep in her heart, she didn’t find the situation humorous at all. Deep in her heart, Meg wondered if she lived by her word, if she honored her vows, if she stood as morally upright as she believed.

Does this woman take this man . . .

Or maybe she was simply succumbing to the devil inside and rationalizing beyond belief.

She was not sleeping with him. They had already discussed the parameters of their relationship. Sharing a hotel room was merely a cover for the press. Jack wasn’t expecting a thing.

He didn’t suspect a thing, either.

Meg wished he did. She wished he knew exactly how difficult he was making this for her by virtue of his sheltering hand and husky voice and the power of his masculine presence. Then he’d be the one with the problem on his hands. Knowing Jack, though, he wouldn’t see it as a problem.

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