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AN ALASKAN ARRANGEMENT_Sample Chapters

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers Book #4

It was smooth sailing
Until they tied the knot. 


About the Book

When cruise ship assistant manager Kaylin Sampson is passed over for a promotion, she takes a break to regroup. And when her sexy ex offers to reignite their old fling and accompany her on an Alaskan adventure, Kaylin can’t say no. Ethan Harrington knows how to get her out of her funk. Fun is the theme for the week, down to the white water rafting and their fabulous old-timey fake wedding. Except the paperwork is genuine—and now two commitmentphobes are married. The real question is, will it be for better or for worse? 

Chapter One

Aug. 2

You’re the best worker we have, but…
Once she’d heard the word but, Kaylin Sampson had tuned out most of her supervisor’s words. She had stood inside her supervisor’s office, gripping the back of the chair, having chosen to stand when Daniel Rawlston delivered the news that someone else had been granted the promotion as hospitality manager of the VIP suites on the cruise ship.
After six years of unwavering commitment serving as assistant manager, never taking a sick day, except for the four weeks she had taken when her sister Courtney had given birth a couple months ago in June, Kaylin had been passed over for someone else because they had showed up to the interview with a portfolio. A portfolio outlining projected plans to improve customer relations.
Are you kidding me? She’d wanted to hurl. A portfolio? But, ever the professional, she had planted a smile on her face, stuck out her hand and thanked Daniel and the team for the consideration.
Then she had sailed out the door before she’d fallen apart.
Whatever the selected candidate had brought in that binder had impressed the committee. So, though Kaylin had the experience, spoke four languages, and was the go-to person if there was an emergency on the ship, she would begin reporting to this new hire, Oksana Masterson, on August 21. Nineteen days.
She sniffled to keep the tears of humiliation threatening to spill at bay then made her way to her living quarters while avoiding contact with her coworkers. She couldn’t bear to see the sympathy reflected in their eyes and she wasn’t ready for the trite words of consolation. Her peers knew how hard she had worked for this; how much she’d wanted this promotion; how much she actually deserved this job.
Once inside her single cabin, she shut the door, kicked off her heels and drew in a deep breath. Taking a few steps into the small area, she tugged off her dark blue jacket with white polka dots, undid the buttons of her crisp white blouse and stepped out of the matching skirt.
Kaylin plopped on the edge of the bed, rested her head in her hands and cried.
She had really needed this win. Especially after the past month where she had practically broken two of her cardinal rules.
Besides her younger sister, Courtney, and her nephew, Jayson, her career was the only thing in which she had a vested interest. She had learned to depend upon her capabilities from seven years old when she and her six-year-old sister had ended up in foster care due to their mother’s mental health struggles and resulting drug addiction. As a result, Courtney and Kaylin had made a pact never to fall in love, never to get married and never to have children. Courtney had broken all three rules, and while Kaylin was ecstatic for her sibling, she wasn’t about to detour from her life plan.
That’s why when her fling with Ethan Harrington while visiting her sister in Love Creek, Florida, had derailed off the track of light and fun and veered onto that of a potential serious relationship, Kaylin had ended things abruptly. She had liked him way too much and she had had a minor scare where her period had been a couple weeks late. Talk about scared straight.
Poor Ethan had been confused but Kaylin had run back to her safe zone—the cruise ship—and had buried herself in work, signing up for back-to-back cruises. As assistant manager, her main task was to ensure that the cruise ship ran effectively, which entailed overseeing the food and beverage, guest services, housekeeping and any other duties as assigned. Kaylin had done it all and then some. Yet even though she loved her nomadic existence, she craved stability.
The VIP position would have given her that. A chance to do what she loved and develop longer-lasting friendships while still being at sea. But she had been passed over and she was expected to continue working this final day of the cruise with a smile on her face. Kaylin stood and looked out the porthole at the calm blue waters.
They were due to dock soon in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Above her, vacationers were getting in their last hours of fun or packing up their belongings or swiping through photos of the places they had been or the touristy things they had done. They were going home.
Home.
She didn’t have one anymore, having given up her apartment in Fort Lauderdale. It hadn’t been practical paying rent when she only spent an odd weekend here and there out of the month. But now she wished she hadn’t because she could have hibernated over the next few days without worrying about keeping up appearances. She could just…be.
Kaylin wasn’t sure how long it would take for her to get over this loss. That was unusual; a direct contrast of the carefree attitude she liked to project.
Her cell phone vibrated.
It was her sister, Courtney, calling.
“Hey, sis. How did the interview go?” she asked, her eyes glowing with newfound happiness. A few months earlier, Courtney had been a pregnant widow trying to make a life for herself and her child. But now she was the mother of a six-week-old baby, Jayson, and had a new fiancĂ© in Brigg Harrington, Ethan’s brother. Dang, those Harrington men were hard to resist. Her heart had narrowly escaped unscathed.
Before Kaylin could answer, Courtney said, “Hang on a minute. Let me get situated. I just put Jayson down for a nap.” She yawned. “That little guy kept me up all night.”
“I bet he wasn’t the only one,” Kaylin teased. “I hope you’re taking your vitamins.”
Courtney chuckled. “Yes, I’m still taking my prenatal vitamins.” The picture on the screen bounced as Courtney walked into her living room and settled onto the couch before turning off the television. “I’ll just put you right here on the coffee table so I can be hands-free. I’m on my iPad.” She released a breath. “Now, tell me all about this interview. When do you start?”
Kaylin peered into features so similar to her own—copper curls, hazel eyes, full lips and high cheekbones—that they had been mistaken for twins many times over the years, though Kaylin was a year older at thirty-two. She’d had a brief stint over the summer where she had undergone a drastic change with her hair and makeup but she was now past that phase. “Ugh. It was a plane crash.” She had a habit of botching clichĂ©s on purpose. “They gave the job to someone else.”
“Wow. Really? As much as Daniel has asked you to cover for him? I’m beyond surprised and upset on your behalf.”
“I’m disappointed too. No, disheartened is a more accurate word for how I’m feeling right now.” Her chin wobbled. “There is no puffing my chest and carrying on, I tell you. This one bites.”
“How about you come back to Love Creek, stay with me and Brigg, for a bit?”
The idea was tempting but she didn’t want to intrude on Courtney and Brigg. They were in the throes of that new new love. Kaylin didn’t want to be a thundercloud among all that sunshine. She heaved a long sigh. “I can’t. I won’t be good company and I’m sure you and Brigg don’t need me afoot right now. You need to be enjoying each other.”
Courtney fanned her reddened cheeks. “Oh, boy, have we been.” She raised a brow. “But you could visit Ethan while you’re here.”
“Bought that book, read it and returned it to the library,” Kaylin said with a wave of the hand. Though her heart squeezed with a rare feeling of envy. Not for her sister. But at her sister’s blissful state. Kaylin wondered what it would be like if she allowed her heart to get caught up and carried away.
Yes, please, her heart begged.
“I want to leave that topic alone but I’m dying to know what happened between you two.” Courtney leaned closer to the screen. “Tell me.”
“Nothing to tell.” Kaylin shrugged. “You know I have a three- date max policy.”
“Oh, I know, but I thought Ethan was…different. It seemed like you had something special with him.” Her sister prodded.
“It was and I…I couldn’t.” Kaylin twisted her lips.
“Okay, I’ll back off. You did a number on him though. Ethan was in a daze for days. Brigg said he had never seen his older brother like that. Ethan has always been carefree and all about a good time. He’s been…quiet. And, he’s asked me about you. Several times.”
Has he? she wanted to ask. Her traitorous heart liked the sound of that. Particularly because her mind wandered back to her time with him more often than she would admit to anyone. Especially her sister.
“Please, no more about Ethan, sis,” Kaylin pleaded, her voice cracking a little. To talk about Ethan would be to experience potential regret. And Kaylin couldn’t dwell in the what-ifs, she had to be about the what-now. Courtney must have seen that this was a real touchy conversation point because, with a nod, she shifted gears and started to talk about Jayson.
His main activity was sleeping for a good fourteen hours but that didn’t stop Courtney from bragging on him. And Kaylin was loving every minute of it.
Looking at her watch, Kaylin groaned. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
“You know what? Why don’t you just not do that?” her sister asked.
“Say what now? I’m not following.”
“I’m saying to take a break from work. As in, take a vacation. Like a for real vacation where you go on that trip to Alaska you always wanted to go on.”
“But I have done that. I’ve gone to Alaska twice already.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t count. You were working,” Courtney emphasized. “It’s time for you to lose that cruise uniform and don a sun hat and go on excursions like a tourist. If you ask me, this is a perfect time to regroup. Take a vacation.”
Hmm… Courtney’s suggestion took root. When was the last time she had taken an actual vacation? The fact that she had to think about it showed just how long it had been.
“You have a point. I’ll think about it.”
“Oh no. No thinking allowed.” Courtney wagged a finger. “To borrow from your book, it’s time for you to do, big sis. Put in for your time off today.”
She straightened. “There’s actually a seven-day cruise leaving in a couple days…” Her heart thumped with anticipation. “And you’re right. I have been meaning to explore Alaska for quite some time.” Something about the rugged nature of the state excited her.
“Well, I wish you were all about going to Mexico or the Bahamas, but do you, girl. Just don’t get eaten by a bear or swallowed by a whale or something while you’re out there.”
Kaylin rolled her eyes, holding back a laugh. “I’m sure I’ll be safe.”
“Make sure.” Courtney laughed along before she tilted her head, looking at something off screen. Kaylin heard a low hum. Brigg must have entered the house. “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you were coming by…”
“Yeah, we had swim meets early this morning but I told Brigg I’d meet him here for lunch. Then I’m going for a ride in my Sling.”
She tensed. That wasn’t Brigg. In an instant, Kaylin’s stomach twisted like a pretzel. Kaylin recognized Ethan’s voice very well. She had come to know his voice and his Polaris Slingshot intimately that past summer. Because of parking restrictions at his place, Ethan stored his Sling in his brother’s garage. Um, she was so not ready to see him, especially as vulnerable as she felt at the moment. “I’ll call you back, sis,” she called out, but she didn’t think Courtney heard. Hopefully, Ethan hadn’t either.
“Hold up. Is that Kaylin?” Ethan asked.
Kaylin looked upward.
“Y-yes.” Courtney said, her tone wary. “We were just—”
“Let me say hello,” Ethan said, cutting Courtney off. The next thing Kaylin saw was Ethan jumping onto the couch, next to her sister. From her vantage point, she could see he was dressed in his usual garb as a swim coach at Love Creek Middle School—tank top, swimming trunks, and she was sure he was wearing flip-flops.
Ethan picked up the iPad, raking a hand through those long curly locks, and greeted her with a warm lopsided smile. “Kaylin, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you. How have you been?”
She pinned her eyes on the man she’d blown off that summer, who had her moaning in her sleep at night. Heat flooded her body as she took in those full lips and those perfectly aligned teeth. He had a way of quirking those lips that made her insides melt. The man had no right to look so doggone good. What with skin the color of deep brown sand, square jaw, broad cheekbones—a nod to his Native American heritage—no wonder Ethan had been a heartthrob back in his days as an Olympian swimmer. The earring in his left ear winked at her. She distinctly recalled her tongue—stop. Stop. Stop.
A slight commotion in the background told her it was Brigg who had arrived this time. Courtney popped up, presumably to greet her husband, leaving Kaylin and Ethan to make conversation.
Great. Thanks, sis. She tossed her hair and gave him a friendly smile, ignoring her racing heart. Even in the distance her body reacted to him, remembering. “I’ve been well. Working as usual. How about you?”
“Eh. I’m almost done coaching.” His eyes darkened and his voice deepened. “You look amazing.” The hunger in his tone was just like it was when they were—no. No. She wasn’t going there.
“Thanks,” she breezily replied, hating how breathy she sounded. That was a dead giveaway that she wasn’t unaffected by his knowing gaze. She didn’t want him to know she remembered. Boy, did she. “I’d better get going. Tell my sister I’ll catch up with her.”
“Sure.” He cleared his throat. “When can I see you again? I’ve been thinking about you.”
Her nipples hardened. She addressed her traitorous body. Keep it casual. Then she answered Ethan. “Oh, you know. I’ll be up that way soon. Depends on where the seas take me.” Whew. It had been a long six weeks since she had slept with him. Long enough for her to have worked the memory of that man out of her system. But it had to be the stress of work and viewing nothing but water for days that made thinking about Ethan the perfect escape. Never mind that she had also rebuffed the passes of a couple fellow crew members who were clearly interested. Kaylin just hadn’t been in the mood. She refused to explore why not.
His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. “Wait. Have you been crying?”
The concern in his voice was almost her undoing. She could feel her eyes well and she found herself wanting to spill all to him. Get some of that comfort she knew he could provide. Uh-oh. She could barely handle a sexy Ethan but a caring Ethan would mess her up.
Warning signals went off. “I’m fine. Until next time.” She waggled two fingers at him and disconnected. That’s it. She was taking this vacation. She needed the time off to clear her mind and her brain of work, and Ethan.
Without a second thought, Kaylin pulled out her laptop and put in for two weeks’ leave starting in two days. The minute she hit Submit, relief flooded her insides. A sign she had made the right decision. She texted Courtney—I did it!—along with a copy of her itinerary so her sister would know her whereabouts and not worry.
Kaylin did a two-step. “Alaska, here I come.”

Chapter Two

Aug. 2

He knew he was being a nuisance but he had to try. Ethan Harrington hadn’t become an Olympic-level swimmer by giving up easy.
Yet it appeared as if that was exactly what Kaylin Sampson wanted him to do. And though he respected her decision to end their fun fling at the close of June, he hadn’t been quite ready for the fun to end yet. Still wasn’t. Their high-energy, off-the-charts chemistry was a first for him and hard to forget. Not that he hadn’t tried.
But he also…cared. And therein was his dilemma.
He had seen those tears in Kaylin’s eyes and had experienced an immediate urge to fix whatever had caused her hurt. But she had disconnected instead of telling him what was wrong. And her sister Courtney, loyal to a fault, wasn’t providing any answers.
“At least tell me if she’s okay,” Ethan pleaded, running a hand across his five-o’clock shadow. Ethan, Courtney and Brigg were gathered around the table for lunch, which consisted of a salad, grilled chicken and cheesy flatbread.
“I’m sure if she wasn’t, Courtney would be rushing off to see her,” Brigg said as he took a bite of his flatbread, careful not to mess up his uniform. Ethan knew his brother meant to be encouraging. His line of work in law enforcement required Brigg to be practical and reasonable. But Brigg’s words did nothing to reduce the gnaw in the pit of Ethan’s stomach.
“Is she?” he asked Courtney again.
Brigg ran a hand over his head, drawing Ethan’s attention to his tight lineup and fade, and scoffed. “You got it bad, bro.”
He cut his eyes at Brigg. Brigg, who was about to turn thirty in September, along with his twin brother, Caleb, seemed to be having a laugh at Ethan’s expense. Of his blended family of seven brothers, Ethan was dubbed the clown. He was lighthearted, good-natured, the life of the party, and he had developed that same attitude toward dating. Losing his mother at an early age had made him wary of forming lasting relationships and of falling in love. When Ethan and his brother Drake had lost their mother at the hand of drunk driver as children, he vividly recalled his father, Patrick mentioning how devastated he had been at that loss.
Though Ethan had been a toddler, Patrick’s stories of how he had curled into himself, unable to provide for Ethan and Drake, unable to help them process their grief, resounded within him. According to his father, it wasn’t until he’d met Tanya, a single mother of a son, Axel, that Patrick returned to his former self. Patrick and Tanya then adopted Hawk and Lynx—two white foster siblings, and the oldest Harringtons—before Tanya gave birth to fraternal twins, Brigg and Caleb.
However, Ethan never forgot his father’s account of how he had been in his grief -stricken state. That left a lasting impression on Ethan and he’d decided that he was never giving his heart to a woman like that. Ever. His motto was Have a Fun Fling and Then Forget About It.
Until Kaylin.
But she hadn’t seen past his laid-back attitude to view him as commitment material. Not that he wanted that. But it would have been nice to least be considered worthy of a possible long-term exclusive entanglement. A situationship. Instead, when he’d told her he was developing feelings—developing, not actually having—she had laughed and then ended things.
Like he was a duck and her rejection would roll off him like water.
Courtney shifted before staring at him with those eyes the same color as Kaylin’s like she was trying to view into his soul. Read his intentions. The sisters shared a strong physical resemblance though, over the summer, Kaylin had favored darker eye makeup and kept her hair in a straight bob. But Kaylin had grown her hair out since then and gone for more natural hues, which had made her look like Courtney’s twin. However, Courtney had shoulder-length curls and she seemed to be makeup free most of the time. “Yes, Kaylin is okay, physically.” Then she bit her lip. “I suppose I could tell you. It’s really not a big deal and Kaylin didn’t exactly say it was a secret.”
He could see her wavering and pressed his point. “Yes, please tell me. Knowing would ease my mind.”
“Kaylin got passed over for a promotion this morning.”
“Oh wow. That’s terrible. I think I remember her telling me she was planning to interview for a hospitality manager in the VIP suite.”
“Yes, good memory. Well, she just learned this morning that they gave it to someone else for some bogus reason.” Courtney sighed. “She worked so hard for it too. That’s why I encouraged her to take a well-deserved vacation.” She picked up her phone to read a text message. “I’m glad Kaylin took my advice. She just sent me her travel plans.”
Jayson started to fuss and Brigg jumped to his feet. “I’ll go check on him.”
“You can bring my nephew to me if you want.” Ethan scooted to the edge of his chair. “So, where is she going?”
“Um, I’m not sure she would want me to say.” Courtney cocked her head. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“Because she started ignoring my texts,” Ethan replied. “And I had to respect her unspoken wishes. But hearing that she’s hurting, and seeing the tears in her eyes, I know I can give her what she needs right now.”
Brigg returned with Jayson in his arms when he’d uttered that last sentence.
Courtney raised a brow.
“A good time. A distraction,” Ethan supplied, even as he did a mental eye roll. But if that’s what she needed to get through, he could be that for her.
“Yeah, we all know you’re good for that,” Brigg snorted, patting the baby’s back.
Ethan bit the inside of his cheeks to keep the natural comeback at bay. For some reason, that comment rankled though he knew Brigg meant no harm. Maybe it was because he was such a goofball that no one took Ethan seriously. Not Kaylin. Not his family. Not his coach when he had been an Olympian. And definitely not his agent who, at the peak of his career, had kept booking him for gigs where he was either dressed as a clown or playing the comic relief.
Good grief. Being the fun cool guy was exhausting.
Courtney stood. “Let me get him fed.”
“All right, babe. I’ve already changed him.” Brigg handed over his soon-to-be adopted son and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Courtney responded by touching Brigg’s face. They peered into each other’s eyes, forgetting Ethan’s presence. Seeing Courtney and Brigg’s exchange made Ethan experience a rare twinge of jealousy. No, not jealousy. More like hopefulness. Hopefulness that he would have someone look at him the way Courtney did his younger brother.
Kaylin’s face popped into his mind, creating a light panic and…curiosity. He just wanted to be around her. After things between them had fizzled, he’d been dissatisfied, lost. In limbo. It was like his heart was in wait mode though he had no idea for what. He did know that this might be his last year working as a swim coach. He liked working with the kids and it had been a good career choice after his swim injury, but he didn’t think he wanted to do that for the rest of the life. His earlier meeting with a few angry parents had sealed that decision. Ethan planned to submit his resignation, and go where?
To be with Kaylin?
Where had that come from? The very thought was preposterous.
Brigg’s radio went off with something about a fire and a possible death of a fellow police officer. His brother rushed into action, giving Courtney another quick kiss. “I’ve got to get out there.” This was something Brigg, as Love Creek’s newest police captain,  would need to oversee. Brigg rushed toward the front door.
“Hang on.” Courtney gave Jayson over to Ethan, sticking a bottle in his hand. She grabbed a container, placed two pieces of flatbread inside, and handed it to Brigg. “You’ll need sustenance. There’s no telling when you’ll be home.” With a thank you and a wave, Brigg was through the door. Courtney went out behind him, probably to see him off.
Ethan held Jayson in front of him and rocked him side to side. “Hey, little man.” Jayson smiled, making Ethan’s heart constrict. He had formed an attachment with Jayson since he had been one of the infant’s first babysitters. Ethan adjusted Jayson in the crook of his arm and placed the bottle in the baby’s mouth. Truth was, he’d told Brigg he’d come by to ride his Sling, but it was more about spending time with the baby. Jayson looked at him with such trust, his hand curling around Ethan’s finger. It just twisted his insides in a good way. A secret part of him imagined what it would be like to be a father. He rather thought he might be good at it.
Courtney came back inside. She ran a hand through her hair. “Thanks for watching Jayson. Want me to take over?”
“No, I’ve got him,” he said, his eyes pinned on his nephew. Courtney returned to the table, the chair scraping across the floor as she pulled it out then sat. Without lifting his head, he asked, “So…you never said where Kaylin was going for vacation…”
“I’ve got to give it you. You are persistent.” Courtney cleared her throat. “I really think you should talk to Kaylin.” She was right, but Ethan didn’t know if Kaylin would tell him anything of her plans. Every time he was in proximity, she ran in the opposite direction or cut the communication short.
“It might be my imagination, but she seems to be avoiding me.”
“I’m sure she has her reasons.”
Ethan decided to appeal to Courtney’s romantic side. “I thought we made a connection. I was into her and she was into me. You saw that for yourself. Then poof! It’s over.” He shook his head. “I believe if I had a heart-to-heart with her, Kaylin would see for herself that we have something worth…exploring.” He swallowed. “I like her. I really like her. And I don’t want things to end. Not yet.”
“Did you tell her that?” Courtney asked, her tone gentle, her eyes alight with understanding.
He nodded. “I did.” He mopped his brow. “I told her that I might be falling for her.”
“Oh my. You didn’t.” She placed a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“It wasn’t the smartest move on my part.” He scoffed. “I don’t even know why I said that. Verbal diarrhea.”
“Huh…”
You would think he had confessed to a horrible crime the way she eyed him with amazement. Embarrassed, he averted his gaze. Jayson finished his bottle and Ethan rested the baby on his shoulder to burp him. Jayson squirmed little legs. Aww.
Courtney slapped her thighs. “Now I know why my sister ended things.”
“Well, that makes one of us because I’m clueless.” And that left his ego bruised.
“You scared her off. Kaylin doesn’t do relationships. We grew up in a home where our mother was an addict and her only concern was supporting her addiction. At six and seven, Kaylin and I were left to fend for ourselves. Kaylin did her best to take care of me though she was only one year older than I was. She took being a big sister to heart. However, she almost burned the house down trying to make us eggs for breakfast one morning, which was how we finally ended up in a foster home. And that was after many close calls.”
Ethan pictured two younger versions of Kaylin and Courtney struggling to cook a meal or dress themselves and his heart moved. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Ethan stood and placed Jayson on the baby mat to give him some tummy time. He put on the YouTube channel with some children’s tunes.
“We vowed to never rely on anyone but each other. We would never get married or have children. We didn’t want any child to suffer the way we did.” She splayed her hands and lifted her shoulders. “As you can see, I broke that pact. However, I’m glad I did.”
He scooched closer. “Don’t you want that for your sister?”
“I do, but it’s her choice.”
“I understand, but I need the opportunity to change her mind.”
“Wait. Are you saying you’re in love with her?”
“I—I care about her,” he stuttered. As much as he wanted to see Kaylin, Ethan couldn’t lie about his feelings. “I just want to be there for her. She seemed distraught and all I can think about is she’s alone and could use some company.”
Courtney placed a hand to her chest. “I agree with you. I’ve never seen her so despondent.” Her eyes narrowed. “Maybe you could lift her spirits and let me know if anything seems amiss with her?”
Hope flooded his chest. “I can do that.”
“Okay, we have a deal.” She inhaled and squared her shoulders. “Pack your bags and get ready for an adventure in Alaska. I’ll text you her itinerary.”
“Alaska? What is she doing all the way out there?”
Courtney leaned back into the chair and quipped, “I guess she’s waiting for you.” She looked at her watch. “You’d better get going. Her ship sails in two days.”
“Right.” Ethan hugged her and rushed out of her house to book his trip. If everything went according to plan, he would rekindle a physical, fun relationship with Kaylin and try his best not to fall for her. He tossed his keys in the air and caught them. That should be easy. Easy as the custard pie he planned to bake and take with him.
Kaylin’s favorite.
He couldn’t wait to see her face when he showed up on her trip, pie in hand. She was going to be so surprised.

Chapter Three

Aug. 4

What was Ethan Harrington doing on this ship all the way in Seattle? That was her first thought.
Standing in the queue of passengers awaiting embarkation to the ship, Kaylin blinked several times and then rubbed her eyes. The temps were in the upper nineties, typical for the first Sunday in August, and the humidity was ridiculous enough that maybe it was messing with her equilibrium and she was hallucinating. Nah. She knew the back of that head standing over in the priority check-in line very well. He had on a baseball cap and dark sunglasses. But Kaylin recognized that tall, solid frame, those long arms and that firm butt outlined in those telltale swimming trunks.
And she knew just who was responsible for him being on this ship.
I’m going to wring Courtney’s beautiful neck. Kaylin took out her cell phone and gave her sister a call, but it rang until it went to voicemail. How convenient. She tried again but this time the call went straight to voicemail. Pulling up the text messaging app, her fingers flew across the page.
Sis, I know you are avoiding me but you have some explaining to do.
Que?
Really? Courtney thought this was funny. Her chest heaved.
Why did you tell Ethan where I am?
Because you could use some fun.
Ethan isn’t fun. He’s a complication. I don’t have the bandwidth to deal with him right now.
No entiendo.
Kaylin folded her bottom lip into her mouth to keep from screaming.
Quit messing around. I’m not going to go, and you can thank your interference for that.
The person you’re trying to reach is unavailable for text messaging.
Answer me!!
Ugh. Was she serious right now?
Kaylin didn’t want Ethan here. She grunted loud enough to cause a few heads to swivel in her direction. She could feel her blood pressure spiking and released short, shallow breaths. Kaylin tucked her phone back in her pocket because it was obvious Courtney wasn’t about to confess to her wrongdoings. Ugh. What she really needed to do was leave. Turn around, get in her car and check into a hotel. But this vacation hadn’t been cheap. She had dipped into her savings so she could enjoy many excursions and experiences.
And it was the number-one item on her bucket list. To actually vacation in Alaska instead of work.
She released a plume of air. Maybe his being here was a coincidence… And, she was pretty sure Ethan had booked the VIP suite, so they would be in different parts of the ship. He would be in another section of the vessel enjoying a different experience. The VIP suites came with their own lounge, restaurants, access to a private concierge and butler, so he wouldn’t be hanging with the common folks like her. Kaylin had booked a cabin on a higher deck in the rear of the ship so she could enjoy a spectacular view. Comforted by that knowledge, Kaylin pulled her straw hat lower on her face. She had dressed in a pair of shorts and a tie-dyed shirt and a pair of matching tie-dye Crocs. If she were lucky, Ethan wouldn’t be able to find her even if he was trying.
Um, she needed to stop kidding herself. Of course, he had come looking for her. That knowledge flattered, but she sneered. Ethan was probably operating under a strong delusion that they would pick up where they had left off earlier that summer. However, having worked on cruise ships, she knew just how to evade him.
Ten minutes later, she was third in line to check in. Ethan came outside to join her. She didn’t feign surprise or hide her annoyance. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She caught a whiff of apple, pineapple and birch. Tom Ford’s Creed Aventus. Her insides quivered, remembering Ethan’s preference for this high-end cologne as well as Tom Ford’s Oud Wood. The man liked to smell good and he was willing to pay good money for it. During her exploration of his body, her nose had thanked him for it…followed by her mouth.
Oy. Two seconds in his presence and her mind was already straying to baser past times. Staying away from this man wouldn’t be easy, but she had to.
“I thought I would surprise you,” Ethan said, whipping off his sunglasses, all smiles. She heard a gasp behind her. Someone might have recognized him as a former Olympian. He also used to play a clown on some advertisement. She forgot which one. Although, with his striking looks and welcoming personality, Ethan had commanded attention wherever they’d gone during their short time together. And those muscles were muscling with that tank he was wearing.
“Consider your intentions met.” She shielded her eyes with her hand and peered up at him. “Where are you staying?”
“In the VIP suite.” He put on his sunglasses again and pulled his baseball cap low on his face.
She snorted. “Of course. Nothing but the best for the Harrington men.” Ethan and his other famous siblings—Axel, the movie star and Hawk, the football player—had a reputation for appreciating the finer things life had to offer, although they worked hard for it. Their father, Patrick, had instilled a strong worth ethic in his sons. All of the Harrington men were successful, each in their own right.
He cracked up. “You know it.”
Kaylin licked her lips. “I’m just going to put this out there. I came on this excursion to relax and have a good time. I’m not looking for a hanging partner or a bed buddy.”
Ethan opened his mouth, most likely to charm her into changing her mind, but she held up a hand. “Ahp. Don’t say a word. You’re not going to change my mind.”
He bunched his lips and nodded.
“Good. Now that we have that settled, let’s embark.” She took her place in line with Ethan by her side. “You don’t have to stay here with me. You can go back to priority boarding.”
“I don’t mind.” The jostle of the crowd of passengers waiting to get on caused him to move closer into her personal space. Her heart rate kicked into full gear and anywhere his body connected with hers had her tingling.
Welp. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him at a distance if he was going to be all up in her space like this. Kaylin didn’t want to lead Ethan on. He wanted something she wasn’t ever going to willingly give. Commitment.
Hearing a baby fussing behind her made Kaylin turn around. A couple appeared flustered while wrangling with a toddler who was trying to escape her father’s arms. “Go ahead in front of me,” she offered and stepped out of the way. The grateful parents thanked her several times as they moved ahead with the stroller, luggage, stuffed animals and a lot of paraphernalia. Kaylin felt exhausted just watching them, but other passengers also allowed them to pass.
“You are so thoughtful,” Ethan bent over to whisper in her ear. His bass voice moved through her ear canal, which made her quiver. “That’s what I like about you.” His breath on her neck made her grit her teeth. Kaylin gave him a light jab with her elbow so he would give her breathing room.
“Am I in your way?” he asked, acting like he was clueless.
She swung around to peer up at him through her lashes. His smirk told her he was rattling her on purpose. She refused to give him the satisfaction, so she folded her arms and turned around to stand off to the side.
Thank goodness, she was now second in line. The woman in front of her appeared to be sniffling. When the woman shuffled up to the security screening, her documents shook in her hand. Kaylin cocked her ears as she followed close.
“Nosy,” Ethan teased, on her trail.
“I’m just concerned,” she whispered then placed two fingers over her lips. Maybe getting away from Ethan was more important than her adventure in Alaska.
“Please let me board,” the woman cried. “I’m willing to pay whatever it takes. My fiancĂ© is based in Alaska and is being deployed for Germany. I’ve got to catch him, and the flights are booked solid today and tomorrow, so this is my only hope.” The woman turned to the side and Kaylin gasped. She was pregnant.
Kaylin’s heart went out to her. She hoped the crew would be able to accommodate her.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but we’ve reached our capacity for same-day bookings.”
“She can have my cabin,” Kaylin yelled out, giving her name and holding up her boarding pass.
The lady looked at her with gratitude in her eyes and rubbed her stomach. “Oh, thank you.” She gave the crew member a hopeful glance.
He shook his head. “I don’t know if—”
“You can get special permission,” Kaylin said with authority. “I work on a cruise ship.” She raised a brow and dared him to challenge her.
Ethan stepped up. “It’s just a matter of adding her name, isn’t it? I have a two-bedroom suite, so Kaylin can bunk with me.”
“That’s not necessary,” Kaylin said through gritted teeth. “I can go another time.”
“All right. I’ll be right back.” The young man slumped his shoulders.
The woman sagged with relief. She patted Kaylin’s arm. “Thank you.”
“You’re so welcome. It will all work out. You’ll see.”
She extended her hand. “I’m Beth, by the way.”
Kaylin smiled at the lady. “Hi, Beth. I’m Kaylin.” She pointed at Ethan. “And that’s Ethan. Do you know what you’re having?”
“It’s a girl,” Beth said with a tender smile. “Tyler—that’s my fiancĂ©—is thrilled.”
They stepped aside so that the other passengers could complete their boarding while they waited. Ethan placed his hands on Courtney’s shoulders to give them a light squeeze. “I don’t mind sharing a space with you.”
She gave him the side-eye. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
He put up his hands. “That’s not why I offered. The thought didn’t cross my mind when I said I would share my space. I know this vacation was your pick-me-up after not getting that promotion and I want you to still have that happen since it’s in my power to do so.”
Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Kaylin relented. “Thank you, Ethan. I accept your proposition.” Staying in his suite didn’t mean they had to interact with each other. There was plenty to do onboard the ship, and she had many excursions planned so she would only be in the suite when it was actually time to go sleep. Yeah, this could work.
The crew member returned with good news and they finished boarding. Ethan paid the difference in the suite fees and Kaylin didn’t put up a fuss about it. She was willing to make a sacrifice so this other woman could be reunited with her child’s father. Kaylin found herself enfolded into the other women’s embrace. Once they pulled apart, the woman dabbed at her eyes. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
“Knowing you’ll be able to meet with your honey is thanks enough.” Ethan excused himself to use the restroom, leaving the women to chitchat for a bit.
Beth gave a shy smile. “Tyler and I are going to get married before he flies out to Germany. When he first heard about the baby, he asked me to marry him, but I was too scared. I didn’t want children and I needed time to process that first. And since my parents got divorced when I was young, even though I loved him, I didn’t think marriage was for me. But Tyler took that to mean I was rejecting him. We didn’t speak for months. It wasn’t until I heard he was about to leave that I knew I had to gather my courage and tell him how I feel.”
Whoa. “I’m happy for you,” she whispered, amazed by what Beth had just confided.
Goose bumps popped up on Kaylin’s arms. Beth’s story was somewhat similar to hers except she had had a pregnancy scare not an actual pregnancy. Since her period had showed up, Kaylin hadn’t needed to tell Ethan anything.
“This experience taught me not to run from my feelings but to face them head-on.”
Those words sliced Kaylin’s heart. “I wish you the best,” was all she could whisper before they parted ways.
As she watched the other woman depart, Beth’s final words stayed with her. When Ethan returned, she followed him to the upper deck but remained pensive. Was she running away from her feelings when it came to Ethan? She snorted. Of course not, unlike Beth, she hadn’t been in love with Ethan when she’d ended things. On the verge of falling wasn’t falling. And she intended to avoid that precipice because her mental survival depended on it.
A few months back, Kaylin had decided she wanted to find her and Courtney’s birth mother. She’d hired a private investigator and when she’d found Lola Sampson, she’d rushed out to Ohio ready for a tearful reunion, ready for her mother to welcome her with open arms.
But the very opposite had happened.
Her own mother, the woman who had given birth to her, had called her outside of her name and denied her very existence. Kaylin had left the premises crushed and heartbroken, vowing never to return.
Her love for her sister and nephew sustained her and healed her, but she would never open herself to anyone else again. Being that vulnerable and having expectations only led to disappointment and heartache. To safeguard her heart, she would only allow herself short-term dalliances. After all, a beautiful letdown was ten times better than an ugly breakup.
So, despite their circumstantial proximity, Kaylin resolved she would keep Ethan at a distance.
Starting now.


Except from AN ALASKAN ARRANGEMENT by Michelle Lindo-Rice. This material is protected by copyright.


Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

Book 1: Rivals at Love Creek
Book 2: 
Cinderella's Last Stand

Book 3: Twenty-Eight Dates 
Book 4: An Alaskan Arrangement


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Rancher Nash Fortune can't believe his eyes during his unexpected reunion with the captivating Imani Porter: she's in labor—with none other than Nash’s child! The heir apparent to Porter Oil knew Nash never wanted to be a father. But now the newly minted Fortune is all in, ready, willing and able to spend time learning to parent Colt together—even looking forward to sharing baby's first Thanksgiving. If only Nash could shake his doubts about his own ability to commit to forever with Imani… The duo’s chemistry might still be combustible, but will their fears of not being perfect enough tear their newfound family apart?


Chapter One

If only she could stop shaking, Imani Porter could go through with this spontaneous wedding of convenience. She could recite the vows to a man she didn’t love to give her son a father. A son scheduled to make his appearance really soon.

That’s why as she stood under the awning of the justice of the peace in Stone Crest, Texas, clutching her bouquet of water lilies at the beginning of November, she reminded herself she was doing the right thing. Then, taking a deep, calming breath, Imani looked up into the face of her friend Simon Evans, who had proposed to her just seventy-two hours before.

The stand-in for a man who told her he didn’t want to have children.

Imani had the best daddy in the world. Phillip Porter. Of course, she wanted the same for her son. 

Her bridal ensemble included a designer wedding veil, a white one-shoulder jumpsuit with a cape and a wide skirt. And finally, she’d donned a pair of peau-de-soie pumps that pinched her toes. All because she knew Simon wanted them to look the part of a happy couple. For the pictures…and for her baby’s sake. Even though they weren’t actually a real couple, she suspected Simon very much desired that to be the case. She had met him during graduate school, when they were study partners, and they had remained loose acquaintances.

Until she learned she was pregnant a month after her relationship ended with the man of her dreams. During a bout of nausea at a nearby gas station, she had run into Simon, who had purchased her ginger ale and crackers. He had stayed with her until she felt well enough to drive. Simon became a shoulder, a sounding board, a support, which she appreciated. But he didn’t make her heart race or her palms sweat like—

No. No. No. She couldn’t allow herself to think about Nash Windham when she was about to promise a lifetime to another man. Squaring her shoulders, Imani slapped a wide smile on her face and tipped her head back to peer into Simon’s blue-black eyes.

Her mother called them shifty eyes.

He reached over to take one of her brown hands in his fairer ones at the same time the judge entered the room. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Evans?” Simon asked, his voice smooth, like the bass guitar he strummed from time to time. Right as Simon asked the question, the baby kicked.

A sign that her child agreed?

She nodded, her lower lip trembling. The baby kicked again and she looked away. Wait…did her son disagree with her decision? Her heart began to pound and dread piled in her stomach. Maybe she was making a mistake by taking Simon up on his spontaneous proposal. Maybe she shouldn’t have accepted his offer to be her baby’s stepfather. Maybe she should have listened to her mother and grandmother when they advised her to have Simon sign a prenup.

After all, she had the means to be a single mom. At thirty-two, she was the proud owner of Lullababies, a high-end baby specialty store she had started with her cousin right after finishing design school. An accomplishment she was proud of.

Simon released her hand to greet the judge. She gripped the lilies she held and gave him a tight smile before drawing a few deep breaths. Seeing her purse on the desk, she battled the sudden urge to snatch it and flee. You can’t back out now.

“Are you cold?” Simon asked, rubbing her shoulders, which made her teeth grit.

“N-no. I-I’ve just never been married before,” she squeaked out, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

He chuckled and ran a hand over his goatee. “Neither have I.”

The judge cleared his throat. “Are you ready to begin?”

With a jerky nod, Imani and Simon turned to face the magistrate. She shook so much that a couple of petals fell at her feet. The judge commenced using the traditional vows they had chosen. With a gulp, she slaked a glance at her groom, taking in his wide shoulders, powerful chin and smooth skin. Anywhere they went, Simon made the women take a second look, got them all hot and bothered, but she remained oddly…unaffected. Unmoved. Then, suddenly, another face, another body—tall and muscular with thick, dark hair and sultry amber eyes—popped into her mind, spiking her heart rate.

Clenching her jaw, she shook her head, shaking Nash out of her psyche. She didn’t need the heart quivers. What she really needed was to think of the man she was about to marry today. This marriage would be a partnership.

Her mother, Abena, and paternal grandmother, Zuri, believed that Simon was marrying her because she was a Porter. He had his eye on a big payout—her grandfather’s billion-dollar oil business in Cactus Grove. Hammond Porter, one of the only Black billionaires in Texas, had begun training her to lead his business from the time she was a child. Imani was his chosen heir and he planned to pitch her ascension to the executive board at Porter Oil. All of which Simon knew.

But Imani ignored her mother and grandmother’s suspicions and their insinuations that he was a rebound. Because, in truth, she didn’t view Simon through a romantic lens.

Then why are you marrying him? Zuri had asked her several times.

Because…

Imani allowed herself to get caught up, listening as Simon recited his vows with that warm baritone and surprising sincerity in his eyes. 

They were going to be a happy family, with a happy life and an even happier baby. Weren’t they?

“I promise to love, honor and obey…” he said.

Yep. She could do this.

Then Simon winked. A slow, suggestive wink.

That snapped her out of the fairy tale and back to reality. Panic weaved through her body at a rapid speed, tightening her chest. She took choppy breaths, fighting a sudden wave of nausea, of dizziness.

No. No. No. She couldn’t do this. Her baby delivered two powerful kicks. Imani lifted a hand. “S-stop. We have to stop. Right now.”

Imani dropped the flowers, then snagged Simon’s attention. 

“I feel like I’m about to pass out.” Sweat drizzled down the side of her face. She could feel the curls wilting. Dang it. Her stylist had warned her against getting a blowout with the day so humid. She should have listened.

“Is it the baby?” Simon asked gruffly. He wrapped his arm about her, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep V. She heard the judge calling for someone to bring her a glass of water.

Imani lifted a hand. “I just need…a second.” She didn’t have the heart to tell him that the thought of marrying him made her feel weak-kneed and sweaty—and not in a good way.

Simon scooped her close and led her over to sit on the judge’s chair. She could faintly hear the judge asking for a medic. Her fiancĂ© picked up a manila folder and pumped it back and forth, causing her curls to bob against her cheek. Next thing she knew, someone shoved a glass of water in her hand and commanded her to drink. As soon as she was finished, the paramedic on duty stuffed a thermometer in her mouth and wrapped her arm with a blood-pressure cuff.

“Is she going to be alright?” Simon asked, concern in his voice. Was he worried about the woman that she was, or about losing the perks of marrying a heiress? The fact that she didn’t know the answer made her stomach bubble.

Oh, goodness. All this fuss made her face go hot, and the tighter the cuff got, the more embarrassed she became. 

Simon was beside himself. “I hope this baby isn’t trying to come today, of all days.”

Was he for real? “What did you say?” she asked, enunciating slowly.

He stuttered, seeming to catch his faux pas. “I—I meant it’s too soon. You’re not due yet.”

Of course, that’s what he meant.

“Her blood pressure is elevated,” the paramedic interjected, her voice steady. “But that’s to be expected. A lot of brides get nervous.” Peering down to look at her, the young woman asked, “Are you feeling contractions?”

“N-no. I’m only eight months pregnant so I’ve still got a few weeks to go. But my baby has been kicking up a storm.”

“That’s perfectly normal,” she replied with a laugh, then patted Imani’s arm. “I think your bride is safe to proceed. It’s probably her nerves.” The room cleared, leaving her alone with Simon.

More like Imani didn’t want to get married. Kick.

And her baby didn’t want her to do it, either. 

Kick. Kick. Kick. “Alright, little one, I get it,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” Simon asked, patting his brow. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as he helped her to her feet.

“I’m sorry. I—I have to use the bathroom,” she said, grabbing her purse and scuttling toward the door. Simon came toward her but she sped up and rushed into the hall. Imani hurried into the restroom so fast, she had to stop to catch her breath first before going into the largest stall. Once she was finished and had washed her hands, she dug into her purse for her sandals and changed out of her shoes.

She closed her eyes. Ah. What a relief. You know what else would be a relief? Getting out of here. Along with that thought came a sense of peace. And another kick from her little guy.

Decision made.

“Mommy hears you,” she said. Quickly, she gathered her hair in a bun using a scrunchie from her purse, then opened the bathroom door and peered outside. Simon was a foot from the door. Waiting. Like a vulture with her as the intended prey.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No, but I will be.” Imani raced down the hallway toward the exit with Simon following.

“Don’t do this!” he yelled.

Imani waved a hand but didn’t look back. “It’s already done.”

“If you walk through those doors. I’m done,” he called out. “Lose my number.”

She shrugged, unmoved by his idle threat, and sailed through the automatic doors. They opened with a swoosh and she ran out, grateful for the mild autumn day. 

Imani beelined toward her Jeep Wrangler—a baby shower gift from Daddy—so glad she and Simon had arrived in separate vehicles. Simon had spent the morning at a spa—on her dime—while she had been at the hairstylist. Panting, she tried to stuff herself into the vehicle but the skirt was a pain. Good thing it was detachable. After snapping it off her waist, she tossed the flimsy material on the ground of the parking lot before settling inside the SUV. Imani took a moment to shut down her phone. Then, she pressed the gas, and peeled out of the lot.

A couple miles down the road, she slowed as a thought occurred. She couldn’t go home. Simon might show up at her penthouse suite…accompanied by her mother and grandmother. She had planned to sublease her place since she would have been moving in with Simon temporarily while they searched for their permanent home. At his insistence. Simon felt she should purchase a more grandiose compound—again, his words—suitable for her elevated status as the next CEO of Porter Oil.

Abena and Zuri lived in Cactus Grove and had traveled to Stone Crest for the celebratory wedding brunch following her nuptials. The two women had been furious that a Porter would get married in a courthouse. But Simon had pressed her so hard to elope that she had caved, mollifying her family with the brunch.

Thank goodness she had insisted that Nia Okafur, her cousin and business partner, not reschedule the meeting with a new artist and the textile vendor they used. Nia had flown to Paris to meet up with an artist who made one-of-a-kind baby blankets. Imani’s cousin would be back in time for her delivery and would take over the helm of Lullababies while she was on maternity leave.

Her stomach growled. The little guy had gone quiet. Despite the pitiful situation of her own doing, she giggled and wiped her brow. Spotting a creamery, she veered into the long queue of the drive-thru lane.

So since her penthouse suite was out, where could she go? She had packed her weekender with comfy pjs and loungewear, intending to spend her first night as a new bride at Simon’s place. That had put her on edge even though at eight months pregnant, they wouldn’t have been consummating their union. They had agreed to a partnership. Or, as Simon called it, a merger.

Ugh. He really had been all about the dollar signs.

Jumping at the chance to marry the heiress of Porter Oil.

Maybe she could reach out to her brother, Jonathan  . . . Naw. He was all the way in Dubai with her father. They had been building Porter Oil’s legacy overseas for more than a decade. Imani didn’t know how her mother tolerated such a long-distance relationship but whenever her parents reunited, they acted like randy teenagers.

Whatever. That wouldn’t be her.

She supposed that was why she had run out on her own wedding. She wanted something more and she was at the place in her life where she went for what she wanted. And she’d start with a huge serving of ice cream—even though her stomach felt squirrelly all of a sudden—then she’d drive to one of the nearby towns and do some shopping.

Imani moved up a space in the queue.

She squirmed in her seat as guilt flowered in her chest. The magnitude of what she had done weighed on her shoulders. Oh my gosh. Even if he had ulterior motives, Simon hadn’t deserved her running off like that. If only she had listened to Nia, who begged her not to take Simon up on his sudden offer of marriage. What had her cousin called it? A pop-up proposal.

The rocky road ice cream on display looked enticing, making her salivate. It also made her think of the first time she had met Nash Windham. The tears flowed easy—the result of guilt, missing Nash and pregnancy hormones. She struggled to speak clearly when it was finally her turn to order. By the time she got to the checkout window, Imani’s body was shaking from her cry fest. She was the worst person in the world.

The young man at the window bent over to hand her the cone. She was sure her cheeks were red and puffy from crying. “Ma’am, are you okay?” he asked, his eyes widening with alarm when he saw her round tummy. He gave her a stack of napkins.

“Actually? No…I feel horrible,” she sniffled, wiping her face and reaching out to take the ice-cream cone before handing him a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “Keep the ch-change. That’s the least I can do.” Before he could utter another word, she drove off.

A sharp pain sliced across her lower back—a sign she needed to calm down. Imani drew deep breaths, gripping the wheel with her free hand, and then began devouring her cone. Eating her feelings. Since being pregnant, food had become her go-to for every emotion she felt—joy, fear, loneliness and now guilt.

Feeling another cramp, Imani pulled over and finished her treat. Then she cleaned her mouth before blowing her nose. Oh, no! There was a huge chocolate stain across her bosom. She lifted the middle console to take out the small bottle of hand sanitizer. After squeezing out a tiny dollop, she rubbed her hands and then poured some on a napkin. She gently dabbed at the chocolate but her garment was probably ruined. Plus, she could feel a headache forming.

A fitting end to her disastrous non-nuptials.

Oh, well. She would change once she got to the strip mall. Imani shoved the image of her plush comforter atop her four-poster bed out of her mind and started up the vehicle, appreciating the gentle whir. Eyeing the phone in her bag, she bit her lower lip and decided to turn it on.

Sure enough, her phone pinged with multiple alerts. Two from her mom, one from her grandmother, five from Nia. 

And one from Simon.

Ignoring the low-battery alert, she pulled up his text. We can still do this if you change your mind. Ugh. This man didn’t know when to give up.

Their friendship had run its course.

She blocked him and deleted his contact information, then rubbed her lower back. Tossing her phone in her bag, Imani avoided her reflection in the rearview mirror. She couldn’t face herself.

She couldn’t face anyone.

*

Oh, Lord, she wasn’t going to make it to the hospital. It was no use trying.

Parked on the side of the road, with no idea of her exact location, Imani wished someone would drive by. Anyone. Her phone had long died and she hadn’t brought her charger with her that morning. She could see the cord on her coffee table and bit her lower lip to keep the panic at bay. How many times had her mother and Simon told her to keep a spare in her car? If only she had listened…

After spending a few hours engaging in retail therapy, very much unaware that she was in labor, Imani had been on her way home late that evening when the first serious contraction hit. It only took a few minutes before she realized her multiple trips to the restroom could have been her water breaking. Somewhere on her journey back, her vehicle navigation system had lost signal and she had made a wrong turn. Now she was well and truly lost in these back roads.  And now low on gas, with labor pains, she couldn’t keep driving and put herself and her baby at risk. So here she was, in active labor with only the cows and a couple of goats for company.

Breathe, Imani. Breathe. In, out. In, out. 

Oh, it was no use.

Her contractions were now coming so fast and furious, about a minute apart, that she struggled with remembering how to do anything she’d learned in Lamaze class.  

I can’t have this baby, out here in the middle of nowhere, alone. 

But it looked like she might not have any choice in the matter. Her stomach muscles tensed, her body priming for another contraction. Holding on to the door handle and gripping her leather seat, Imani bunched her fists and screamed.

Chapter Two

As long as he lived, Nash Fortune would never forget the terror etched across Stanley Trotter’s face after his new part-time employee had fallen off the horse at the Fortune Family Ranch. As foreman, Nash was responsible for the well-being of every single worker, and the fact that it had happened on his watch had left him shaken.

He headed out the front door of County General Hospital that Friday evening, having paid Stanley a visit. Thankfully, the other man had only suffered minor injuries and would be released in a couple of days before recuperating at home. He had been in good spirits, surrounded by his wife and baby girl.

Stanley had introduced Valentina and his six-month-old, Penelope, his voice filled with pride. Nash had felt a twist in his gut. One that felt oddly like jealousy. Nash had backed out of the room with haste, stating that he had to oversee the feed delivery for the cows, all the while grappling with that foreign yearning for family. Which was ridiculous. He had five siblings and they all lived in separate houses on the thirty-five-hundred-acre cattle ranch in Chatelaine Hills, purchased from a wealthy family who had relocated to Arizona. And since learning he was a Fortune a few months ago, Nash had inherited even more family.

Every time he thought about the entire Fortune clan welcoming him at his grandfather’s bedside, his heart warmed. The bond between the Fortunes had made his decision easier to change his name from Windham to Fortune, though he would do anything to please his mom.

But he didn’t have a wife. And he could have had one if he had allowed himself to fall for the only woman who had kept his interest past three weeks. Imani Porter. Just thinking about her made his insides quiver. He had met her outside an ice-cream shop when he lived in Cactus Grove, not too long after his father’s death.

Their chemistry had been instant. With her smooth sepia skin, her generous lips and those ridiculous curves, Nash had wanted a taste of that more than the butter pecan in his hand.

Before he knew it, Nash and Imani were talking nonstop for hours and he had spent every free minute he had with her soaking in her sharp wit, her feisty spirit, her spunk. Nash remembered moments in bed where he would just watch her sleep, or stare into those dark chocolate orbs while she talked about her day. Just as Imani and Nash had reached the three-month mark, Nash’s mother, Wendy, mentioned maybe it was time to start wedding planning.

Those words, spoken in jest, had scared him like nobody’s business, but then when he broached the topic with Imani, expecting her to laugh along, she had grown serious and pinned that gaze on him. Like she had…expectations. Expectations of being a wife, a mother—she wanted five children, had even picked out names, he had learned. Expectations he hadn’t shared. Nash had called it quits, though his heart had protested. And while he still missed that woman something fierce, Imani was the kind of woman someone settled down and started a family with. And Nash wasn’t doing none of that.

Nope. Not him.

His own father had pretty much cut him off, like he was one of his employees at Windham Plastics, and Nash had that man’s blood in his veins. He couldn’t chance messing up an innocent child’s life, like Casper Windham had done to him. His father had been cold and distant all because neither Nash nor his siblings had been interested in working at the family business. He would never forget the disdain on Casper’s face when they had expressed an interest in ranching.

“Ranching,” Casper had yelled, “is beneath a Windham.”

Nash had no idea how his parents had remained married for thirty-three years. He ran a hand through his hair and expelled Imani from his mind. The only reason he was even thinking about Imani and all of this was because of Stanley and his family.

Liar.

The truth was, that woman intruded in his thoughts more than he cared to admit. He had peeped her Instagram a few times, but Imani hadn’t posted in months. In fact, her last post had been her dinner plate from their last date.

It had been a dinner they had shared because he hadn’t liked what he had ordered. So she had given him some of hers. He had taken one last glimpse of their joined hands—his white, hers brown, resting at the edge of the table—and vowed to stay away from her Insta page.

Nash’s new cowboy boots—a gift from his twin sister, Jade—crunched on the gravel as he made his way to his truck. The Lucchese Baron boots, made of cherry alligator-skin leather, cost about ten thousand dollars, and even though he was a Fortune, with more money than he could ever spend over centuries, Nash would never have bought himself a pair. He had to admit, though, that they kept his feet comfortable, especially after a long day at the ranch.

He toyed with the idea of manufacturing his own high-end boots with cork leather or some other alternative—and add to the many businesses the Fortunes had in the town—but he would tackle one business at a time, or hand off the idea to one of his siblings. Speaking of which, he had scheduled a family meeting on the eighth to discuss several ventures they were going into—the dairy farm, the petting zoo and fiber arts—where he planned to share his three-year strategic plan. Thankfully, his younger brother, Arlo, aka the ranch whisperer, was helping him looking over the plans.

After jumping into his silver Range Rover, Nash put on Taylor Swift’s “Back to December”—all Jade’s fault—and began his trek home. His sister had dedicated that song to him when she heard about his breakup with Imani. She had done it as a spoof but the stupid song stayed in his mind and he tended to play it when he thought about Imani.

So, yeah, this had to be the thousandth time. Pitiful.

So many times, Nash had picked up his cell phone to call or had thought about paying Imani a visit, but he would keep telling himself he had made the right decision. She was better off without him and his messed-up genes.

Since it was a beautiful autumn evening, he decided to take the scenic route on the back roads and enjoy the colorful hues along the skyline. He had just finished the second replay of that darn song when he shot past a Jeep Wrangler pulled over on the other side of the road. It was angled so that its rear end jutted into the street. Adjusting his rear window, he peeked behind him. The hazard lights weren’t even on. With the sun dipping low, that person was asking to get hit by a speeding truck or another passerby. A car shot by and honked its horn.

Nash didn’t remember seeing anyone sitting in the driver’s seat. Maybe the owner had had car trouble and left the car there. Yes, that made sense. He began to accelerate. But what if the driver was sick or something and he could have helped?

On impulse, he executed a U-turn and parked behind the vehicle, making sure he was a good distance from the curb. Nash hopped out of the Range Rover, went to his trunk to retrieve his jumper cables and then walked up toward the Jeep on the passenger side. He could hear a woman howling in pain and quickened his steps.

Tapping on the window, he yelled, “Do you need help?” making sure to keep both hands in sight. Because of the shadow, he couldn’t make out the woman’s face but he could hear her cries. She was sprawled across the back of the car. One leg was on the back headrest and other was on the floor. He averted his gaze.

“Y-yes,” she called out, in distress.

Nash stiffened. There was something about that voice…

But then she said something that made Nash panic. “I’m in l-labor and it’s t-too early,” she said, hiccupping. “I was tr-trying to get to a h-hospital, b-but the baby is comi-i-in-ng.” She dissolved into fresh tears. “I d-don’t know wh-what to d-do.” She tilted her head back and wailed. “My ph-phone d-died.”

Nash had delivered a calf for the first time about three weeks ago, but he was ill-equipped to assist with bringing this woman’s baby into the world. He yanked his cell phone out of his pocket, then called 9-1-1 and gave them his name, and a quick rundown of what was happening, turning his back to give the lady privacy.

He heard the clacking of keys before the operator said, “My name is Anna. The ambulance is on its way.”

A loud groan came from behind him. “Hurry,” he said, tamping down the sudden fear that he might actually have to deliver this baby out here in these back roads.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you until the EMTs arrive. Can you tell me how far apart are her contractions?” Anna asked.

Nash opened the door and hunched his lanky frame inside, making sure not to bump his head. “How far apart are—” He felt his eyes go wide when he saw the woman, whose face was wet with perspiration. “Imani?” His mind raced.

Imani was here.

Imani was pregnant.

Imani was…in labor?

She lifted her head, her mouth popping open. “Nash? What are y-you—” A fresh contraction hit, cutting off her words. She closed her eyes and leaned deeper into the back seat. “I—I can’t do this,” she sobbed. Imani’s eyebrows bunched together, and her lips pinched tight.

His heart hammered while his mind tried to grapple with what he was witnessing. Imani was pregnant…about to deliver a baby by the side of the road. How was any of this real?

“Sir? Hello? Are you there?” the voice on the phone asked. But all Nash could do was shake his head, his feet shackled to the ground. He was too overwhelmed to formulate words. To process what was happening.

Nash began to do the actual math in his head. Is it possible that…? No, no, it couldn’t be.

“Help me-e-e-ee,” Imani wailed, interrupting his flow of thoughts. “The baby is coming.”

“Oh, God. The baby isn’t waiting,” he boomed into the phone, cupping his head with his free hand. “What do I do?”

“Okay, I’ll walk you through all the steps but I need you to stay calm.”

“Stay calm? Stay calm when a child is coming?” he yelled out. Imani was now crying. Seeing her body convulse alarmed him.

“Mom is already scared. You don’t want her panicking,” the operator said, the voice of reason. How could she sound so blasĂ© when the most scary, miraculous thing was about to happen before his eyes? She urged him to inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

To his surprise, that even, steady tone relaxed him. Somewhat. He followed her lead, then drew in a long, deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Okay. Okay. I’ll try.”

“Good—now, do you have a blanket or anything?”

Blanket! “Y-yes, I’ve got one in the back of my truck.”

“Great, go get it. Put the phone on speaker so Mom can hear while you go get the blanket.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said, doing as the operator asked.

“N-no, don’t leave me again,” Imani begged, eyes welling.

That face gutted his heart. “I’m not leaving you,” he assured her quietly, “I’m just getting a blanket.” She pierced him with a gaze before giving him a jerky nod. He dashed to get it, his heart thumping along the way.

He returned in time hear her scream. Oh, Lord, if she kept crying like that, he was going to fall apart. He couldn’t stand her being in pain.

“Owww,” Imani moaned, then panted, her eyes closed, her head moving back and forth. “I’ve got to push.”

“I know you do,” the operator said. “But I’ll tell you when.”

Nash swallowed and cleared his throat. He could hear the faint sounds of the ambulance but there was no telling how far away it was. Anna directed Nash to place the blanket under her legs—which was a monumental feat between contractions—and then he was holding one of her hands. Well, more like she was squeezing his hand like it was a sponge, while he was yelling her at to push.

The ambulance in the distance was getting louder and louder. Closer and closer.

“Push, Imani! That’s it. That’s it. You got this.”

She released his hand and gripped the edge of the seat. Finally, after one final strong grunt, a baby boy entered the world.

In his hands.

Whoa.

Body shaking, this time with a mingling of laughter and tears, Imani stretched her hands toward Nash. He placed the precious package in her arms, through his own wall of tears, while she hugged and kissed her baby. Somehow, Nash remembered to record the moment and snapped a picture of Imani and the newborn.

He heard the operator asking if the newborn had cried, but then the EMTs arrived and worked on clamping the umbilical cord. Nash fought back more tears when they extended the offer to him to cut the cord. What an honor.

Moving quickly, they wrapped the baby in a blanket. Then Imani’s son opened his mouth and let out a piercing bellow.

The EMT worker was about to hand Imani the baby, but she gestured for him to give her son to Nash and asked for his phone.

Squaring his shoulders, he scooped the infant that already had a hold on his heart close to his chest. The emotional weight of the moment was his undoing. He could hear Imani’s sniffles as his gaze pinned on the tiny curious eyes looking back at him, as he took in the fingers, the toes, the perfection. He patted the small head filled with light brown curls.

The next thing Nash knew, the baby was being gently extricated out of his tight grasp by the EMT, who was telling him they needed to get mother and child to the hospital. He registered the other paramedic helping Imani out of the rear of the Jeep and rushed to assist. She tossed Nash his phone, then yelled for him to grab two bags out of her trunk and to get her keys out of the ignition. One was a baby bag, she said, and one was her “motherhood” satchel, which she had kept stowed there. There were also a couple shopping bags and a huge weekender that she said she didn’t need.

Right before they placed her on the gurney, Imani gripped his hand. He snatched her close, needing the connection. She snuggled into him as they embraced, rocking back and forth, crying tears of joy and relief.

“You did good,” he whispered, then took a picture of Imani and the baby, even as he heard the EMTs saying once more that they had to get to the hospital.

Imani nodded, then cupped his head and whispered, “And, you just delivered your son.”

Chapter Three

Rarely was he ever without words. But when Imani whispered that sentiment to him, confirming what he’d known in heart to be true, Nash lost his breath. 

He had a son.

One whom he had helped find his way into this world.

And his life would never be the same.

That stunning revelation buzzed around his mind as he watched the ambulance depart. Without him. He kept his eyes peeled until the vehicle was out of sight. Nash ached to get over to the hospital, but he knew he couldn’t leave without securing Imani’s vehicle. Rushing into action, he called for a tow truck. He’d have them drop the Jeep at his place for now.

All throughout the call, he thought of Imani’s face as the ambulance doors closed. She had those brown eyes trained on him, their child in her arms. She had waved, like she was saying goodbye, like she had no expectations she would see him again.

His gut twisted. Was that what Imani wanted why she had kept her pregnancy a secret from him? To raise her child alone? As soon as the thought occurred, he chastised himself. She was probably honoring his wishes. Imani was an independent, proud woman and his desire never to be a father had created the rift between them that had ended their relationship. Of course, she wouldn’t reach out.

Though he understood her reasoning, his heart hurt and his conscience churned.

How could he have known that the few seconds of holding such precious cargo would cause such a life-altering shift?

Regret whipped at him. He had missed seeing Imani’s tummy grow round with their child. Had missed hospital visits—seeing his son’s development in the womb, hearing his heartbeat. He gripped the back of his head and bunched his lips as he faced the knowledge that he could never get those moments back.

What if he hadn’t driven this path this evening? He released a guttural groan. Would he have ever known? Would she have ever told him?

He could have gone on with his life, unaware, while there would have been a child yearning for him. A child with a cavity in his heart because of an absentee father. Nash clenched his fists. He couldn’t let that happen.

But did he have the skills? That fear gnawed at him. Casper Windham hadn’t. It wasn’t far-fetched to believe Nash didn’t, either.

Maybe he should stay far away from Imani.

Then his thoughts flipflopped. But his son’s piercing eyes served as a siren for his soul. Nash couldn’t keep his distance just yet. He would at least check on the baby and Imani at the hospital.

Nash placed another call, this time to his brother Arlo, who answered on the second ring. “Hey, bro. Something came up—Something came up? How distinctly vague. It was more like a meteorite had crashed into his life, obliterating his status quo. But mentally, he wasn’t at the place where he could share the truth just yet. Nash snaked a hand through his hair. “I won’t make it back to the ranch in time for the feed delivery. Miss Phyllis said she would call the ranch office when it was on its way. Do you think you can cover for me?”

“Yeah, right,” Arlo snorted. “You just don’t want to deal with Miss Phyllis. Everybody knows she’s sweet on you.”

Picturing the older woman with poufy blond hair that they believed to be in her seventies, and who ran the register at the Longhorn Feed Store, Nash gave a little laugh. “Stop it. She messes with everybody that goes in there. Not just me.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one she says has the—” his voice took on a high pitch “—movie-star looks.” 

This was what he didn’t like about having siblings. A little extra attention from an older, slightly eccentric woman was fodder for some good old-fashioned ribbing.

Nash rolled his eyes, then said, “No, this has nothing to do with Miss Phyllis” in a much more serious tone.

“Wait…are you okay?”

The concern in his brother’s voice threatened to snap the small thread of his control. “I hope to be,” Nash answered, his tone grave.

The line was quiet for a second. Nash imagined his brother was telling himself not to pry. After a beat, Arlo cleared his throat and said, “I’ll take care of the feed. Handle your business and I’m here if you need.”

“Thank you.” As soon as the call ended, the tow truck came. Once he had Imani’s vehicle squared away, he jumped in his SUV to make his way back to the hospital. The trip had his heart pounding just like before, but this time the reason was much more palpable.

He was on his way to see his child.

Surreal.

That knowledge made him grip the wheel tightly. Nash used the voice-calling app and got his mother on the phone. Since she currently lived alone, he and his siblings made a point of calling or visiting with her once a week. But today wouldn’t be just a random conversation. Today, he was reaching out because he had a dire need.

Wendy answered, sounding oddly cheerful, more than she had been in months. Normally, he would have questioned his mother about her uncharacteristically chipper behavior, but she didn’t give him an opening to respond as she yammered on about some sewing or knitting something special. He wasn’t processing all she was saying, but to be fair, but he had big news filling his brain.

“Mom.” She kept talking.

A little louder. “Mom.” She still didn’t hear him. Nash interrupted Wendy in midsentence with a firmer tone, to drop his news bomb. “Mom, I just delivered my baby.”

A harsh intake of breath. Then silence for a beat before she breathed out, “Say what?”

“You heard right. I have a son,” he croaked out, grappling with the unbelievability of those words. As of less than an hour ago, Nash was living a new reality.

“Son, if you’re pulling my leg right now, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.”

“You mean I’m a grandmother again?” she boomed. Oh, she was definitely listening to him now. Nash used the button on his steering wheel to lower the volume. “This is one hot season for my kids falling in love, having babies or finding babies.”

She sure was right. One of his younger sisters, Sabrina, was now five months pregnant with twins she called Peach and Plum, and Ridge had indeed found a three-month-old baby, Evie, in a haystack, right along with her mother, whom Ridge called Hope since she didn’t remember who she was. Nash could hardly keep up.

“Nash, did you hear me?” Wendy asked.

“I’m sorry, Mom. Did you say something?”

“I asked if you’d fill in details for me, son. Like, who is this mystery woman? And did you know about the pregnancy?”

“It’s Imani.” He waited for that bit of news to settle.

“Imani?” she screeched a few seconds later. “As in Imani Porter? Man, you’re just laying it on me, right now. You know how much I loved Imani. I thought she was perfect for you. Remember?” Her voice escalated as she rattled on. “Wait. She’s here in Chatelaine? What’s she doing all the way out here? Hang on, did she move here from Cactus Grove? What are the odds? But what about her company? Oh, my goodness. Imani!”

Nash lifted a hand even though his mother wouldn’t be able to see his gesture. “Mom, you have to slow down so I can answer even one of your questions,” he chuckled.

“Oh. Okay…good point. You caught me off guard. Whew, let me take a sip of this lemonade and then I’ll let you talk.”

“Sounds good.” When Nash heard a refreshing sigh, he smiled and began. “I was on my way back from the hospital after checking in on Stanley, when I decided to take the back roads. And I spotted this Jeep on the side of the road at an odd angle. I don’t know why but something made me turn around, and I’m glad I did because there was this woman hollering that she was in labor. So I called 9-1-1 and when I stuck my head inside, I saw Imani. Imani.” Even talking about it aloud, Nash still couldn’t believe it. “The funny thing is, she had been pressed on my mind and the next thing I knew, I was helping her deliver our child. My son.”

“Wow…. Just wow.” She didn’t say anything for several beats. “Imagine that.” The fact that his mom appeared awed and at a loss for words was rare. 

“Yeah, with everything going on, I didn’t get a chance to ask her any questions, like what she was doing here.” A thought struck. “Unless she was on her way to find me?” Hope sprung wide like a flower in bloom. Maybe Imani had intended to tell him that she was having his child, but had gone into labor along the way.

“Whatever the reason, you were meant to be there at that precise time,” his mother said. “You were meant to see your child enter this world, and you’re destined to be in his life. What’s his name?”

The fact that he had no idea made Nash once again question his place in his offspring’s life. “I don’t know, Mom.”

“Oh.”

Inadequacy lashed his heart. What kind of father didn’t ask the basic question, like his child’s name?

“With everything going on, I didn’t think to ask. I was just relieved that Imani was alright and that little man was crying—man, do his lungs work…”

“Don’t go reading anything into that,” Wendy cautioned. Dang, his mother was a mind reader. As usual. She continued, “For all you know, Imani may not have picked out a name yet. I know Casper and I had no idea what to call baby number six. I still don’t know how we came up with Ridge, but it fits.”

When he remained quiet, she added, “Shake it off, son. It sounds as if this baby made a surprise appearance. What matters is that he’s healthy.”

Trust his mom to defend his oversight and offer up a rational excuse. Nash swerved off the road and onto the curb. He cupped his head and admitted, “I don’t know if I can do this, Mom. I don’t know if I can be a father. It’s not like I had an exemplary role model.”

“Son, you can and you have to. You’re too hard on yourself and I blame Casper for that. Nothing you did was good enough. You don’t even see your awesome accomplishment today. Lots of new fathers pass out or lose control during childbirth. Your own father threw up in the delivery room when you and Jade were born. I applaud you for your courage and for being there when Imani needed you most.”

His lips quirked as he pulled back onto the road. “This is the first I’m hearing that about my father.” He refused to refer to Casper as Dad anymore.

“Well, Casper was a proud man and he was all about appearances. He felt showing weakness was unmanly. Which was plain dumb. No nicer way to say that.” His mother released a long plume of air. He could imagine her pacing back and forth as she emphasized her point. “Look, I know your father did his share of damage but you are one-half me as well and I’d like to think I was a good mother.”

“Not just good, Mom. You were—are—the best. You singlehandedly raised six of us, practically on your own. We are all thriving because of you.”

“Oh, thank you for that.” Her voice hitched. “Someday in the future, your child will say the same about you. Trust me on that.”

Wendy’s quiet certainty pierced through his doubts, and he exhaled. “Okay, Mom. I’ll start by establishing visitation with Imani and I’ll put in an ad for a nanny—

“No. No, nanny, son. You need to be hands-on,” Wendy insisted. “How else are you going to know for sure if fatherhood is for you?”

“Okay, Mom. I will do my best.”

That was the best response he could give without lying to his mom. Nash wasn’t as convinced as Wendy seemed to be in his potential parenting skills. The fact was that he was a product of Casper Windham as well—an absentee father—which couldn’t be so easily discounted.

“Have you told your sisters and brothers yet?” Wendy asked, once again jutting into his thoughts.

“Not yet. I’m very much still trying to wrap my mind around all this.”

“This is not the time to isolate yourself, son,” his mother warned. “This is the time to embrace us, to allow us to be your strength and to celebrate with you.”

Nash relaxed his shoulders and leaned back into the seat. “Once again, you’re right, Mom. This is why I had to talk to you first. You help me get my head right. As soon as I’ve visited with Imani, I’ll let everyone know.”

“Alright. I’ll await your call to come see my grandchild.”

“You got it.”

After hanging up, Nash turned into the parking lot of the hospital and scanned the lot for a spot. He found one near the entrance and pulled in. Somewhere in that building was the mother of his son and his child.

That knowledge humbled and grounded him. Nash opened the door and ventured out, then strolled across the lot. Snapping his fingers, he decided to make a stop at the gift shop. There was no way he was going to enter that hospital room with Imani and his future heir empty-handed. After all, he was a Fortune now, and so was his son—he hoped to give his progeny his last name—and what was the point in having money if he didn’t splurge when it counted?

But as it turns out, his last name had drawn a small group of onlookers including the press. Well, press was too generous a word for the two reporters in their town. He had provided his name to the 9-1-1 operator and somehow, the staff at The Chatelaine Daily News must have learned that Nash Fortune had helped a pregnant woman and were labeling him a hero. Ever since Sabrina talked him into plastering his face on that billboard across from the GreatStore in town as the face of the Fortune Family Ranch, he couldn’t do anything without being recognized.

It was a daggone nuisance.

The reporters peppered Nash with questions—this was definitely juicier than cattle ranching—but he declined to provide a statement and made his way to the gift shop. However, they got their money shot of him carrying an oversize teddy bear and a gift basket.

Great. That picture would be front-page news in Chatelaine Hills. Thank goodness, they didn’t know it was his son. Yet. When the elevator doors closed, Nash knew he had to get ahead of the gossip mill. The last thing he wanted was for his siblings to learn about the newest addition to the family from anybody but him. Nash sent a text to the group chat.

Guess who became a father today?

Then he shut down his phone.

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From Harlequin Fortunes of Texas:

Book 1: Fortune's Secret Marriage by Jo McNally
Book 2: Nine Months to a Fortune by Elizabeth Bevarly
Book 3: Fortune's Faux Engagement by Carrie Nichols
Book 4: A Fortune Thanksgiving by Michelle Lindo-Rice
Book 5: Fortune's Holiday Surprise by Jennifer Wilck
Book 6: Fortune's Mystery Woman by Allison Leigh