Laura Altom - Inherited - One Baby!

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Needed: One Wife!A quick, convenient marriage was the only way Jake Peterson could keep custody of the adorable orphaned baby left in his care. The only woman suitable as the bride-to-be was Candy Jacobs–his ex-wife. Though circumstances had forced them to part long ago, the sizzle between them was stronger than ever. But would the price of marriage cost love-wary Jake more than he bargained for?No matter how hard she tried to resist, Candy was soon roped in by baby Bonnie's little hugs and Jake's toe-curling kisses. But before she would agree to become this bachelor dad's wife, Jake needed to understand that Candy wanted his heart first…

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“Okay, then,” Candy said, fingering long strands of her hair. “A week it is. I’ll give you my answer Saturday night at the reunion.”

FROM WHERE SHE SAT cross-legged on Candy’s sofa, Kelly snagged a piece of sausage-and-mushroom pizza, brought it to her lips and groaned. “Five delicious pounds in the smell alone.”

Candy summoned a weak smile. “Thanks for coming over. Jake left so suddenly, I was at a loss as to what to do next.”

“Candy,” Kelly said, slapping her friend lightly on the back. “You called the right person, because faced with an entire pizza, believe me, I know just what to do.”

“Not about the pizza,” Candy said. “About Jake. I feel so torn. Like I have to help him, but at the same time, like there’s no way I can help him. It took me such a long time to get over him, how can I possibly go through the whole thing again?”

“It’s not as if he wants to get married for real.”

“I know, but his plan sounds like a pretty dangerous emotional game.”

“So don’t play it.” Kelly sipped at a cola.

“But if I don’t, I’ll feel like a schmuck.”

“So do it.”

“Gee, thanks,” Candy said, shooting her friend a dirty look. “You’re a ton of help.”

“Look, the guy gave you a week to think it over, why do you have to decide in the next thirty minutes?”

Candy swigged her own cola. “Because that’s who I am. I’m legendary in the shop’s kitchen for being quick on my feet in times of crisis. I mean, any time we run out of unsweetened chocolate, who else but me is going to know you can substitute unsweetened cocoa powder plus butter? And did you know one and a quarter cups granulated sugar plus a quarter cup of any liquid also works? And that if you run out of cake flour, then—”

“News flash,” Kelly said through trailing mozzarella. “We’re not in your boring old shop kitchen. This is real life, Candy. And guess what?”

“What?”

“Sometimes it sucks.”

“Gee, Kel, that’s sweet. Have you ever considered a second career writing greeting cards?”

“I’M COMING, I’m coming.” At six o’clock Tuesday morning, eyes barely open, Candy felt her way down the stairs and to the front door.

Whoever stood outside rang the doorbell again.

She growled before asking, “Who is it?”

“Me.”

Jake. Oh, now that woke her right up. She flew her hands to her face, hair, thin white tank T-shirt and cat print pajama bottoms. “Go away!”

“Why?”

“I’m not dressed.”

She swore she heard him chuckle. “Come on, Candy, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

It had been on the tip of her tongue to reply with a sassy, “Yeah, but you haven’t seen mine,” when her conscience chose to remind just how much of her he had seen.

The last time they’d made love—not long before she’d asked him for a divorce—had been right there in the living room, on the couch she told Jake she’d taken to the dump. Good thing she’d had the foresight to move Goldilocks into the boathouse, or he might have gotten the wrong idea—like she held a soft spot for the wretched thing. And God forbid he actually think she’d enjoyed all those nights with him spent rolling around on that couch.

Her cheeks burned.

Okay, so maybe I enjoyed just a few of those nights.

And that last night…Oh, that last night had been steamy in every possible way….

Rain had been falling in driving sheets. That summer, Lonesome had been going through a drought, and the air that night was ripe—smelling of parched earth taking a good, long drink. Since they hadn’t been able to afford air-conditioning, the humidity had had them glowing with sweat. They’d been watching TV, but about nine-thirty they’d turned it off, planning to take a quick shower before hitting the sack. With only the one lamp on and the occasional strobe of lightning, the living room had been nearly dark.

“Come here,” Jake had said from the sofa.

“Why? I thought we were going to bed.”

He’d shaken his head, wielded that slow, sexy grin that melted her like butter. “Come here, gorgeous.”

She remarked that her heart had pounded just looking at her handsome husband, stretched out on the couch wearing only black boxers and his hard-earned muscles. Her mouth had gone so dry. Other parts of her—lower parts—had dampened with need.

“Peel off your shirt.”

“Here?”

“No, in the kitchen.” He’d shot her another slow grin. “Damn straight, here. I want to see my merchandise….”

The doorbell ding-donged three times.

“Come on, Candy! I brought breakfast and the groceries are getting heavy!”

Pulse pounding, palms sweating, Candy licked her lips. Opening the door, she averted her gaze, scared to death Jake could tell just by looking at her exactly what she’d been thinking.

“Morning, gorgeous. Mmm, it sure smells better in here than it did last night with all those corn dogs flaming. Miss me?” He kissed her on the forehead before strolling in. Even worse, it wasn’t groceries he carried, but the most adorable pink-cheeked, blue-eyed baby she’d ever seen.

Her heart lurched.

“Bonnie,” he said, turning the infant away from his chest and toward her. “Meet Candy. Hopefully, she’ll agree to be your temporary mom.” To Candy he said, “Wanna hold her?”

“Uh, no thanks.” Arms crossed, she shook her head—just in case there was something about her verbal message he hadn’t understood. Even from a good two feet away, she detected distinctly disturbing baby scents. Baby lotion, baby shampoo, baby powder—even Bonnie’s ruffled pink dress sported the annoyingly pleasant scent of laundry detergent. From a safe distance—say, ten feet—all of those smells were nice enough, but up close and personal? No. Couldn’t happen.

Except for that one time you’ve never told anyone about.

Yes, but I’ve already established the fact that an incident like that will never happen again!

Candy knew better. Babies were toxic to her system, and if she wasn’t careful, she might end up suffering some kind of meltdown. Frowning, she said, “Have you ever heard of picking up a phone?”

He grinned. “I couldn’t remember the number.”

“Lonesome does have phone books.”

“Yeah, but lucky for me, it also has rental cars, so I figured, what the hey? I might as well drive over.”

“Sure. Why not.”

“Great. I’m glad you’re happy to see us. Here,” he said, thrusting out the baby. “Take her while I carry in the grub.”

“Jake, I—” Too late, the infant was already in her arms.

“Abba, blabba—goo!” The tiny creature giggled.

Wow. Oh, wow.

To relieve tension, Candy would have ordinarily twirled a couple hundred hanks of hair, but seeing how at the moment her hands were kind of full, all she could do was stare at the wide open, porcelain-blue gaze staring at her.

“So,” she said. “You’re Bonnie. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Bzzzzz.” A few bubbles escaped lips so perfectly round and sweet, they resembled a big, fat cherry plopped into the midst of Bonnie’s whipped-cream-smooth complexion.

The child gave a few sharp kicks before, with a juicy sigh, snuggling against Candy’s breasts.

Over her years spent working in a candy store, Candy had been coerced into holding her share of babies, but somehow, knowing this was Jake’s baby—even if by horrible tragedy as opposed to her being of his flesh and blood—made the experience different.

Better, in a terrifying way.

“Jake!” she hollered out the door. “Hurry!”

“What’s the problem?” he called, just the top of his heartstoppingly handsome mug visible above the paper sacks with Gregg’s Grocery emblazoned across the side.

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