Carrie Weaver - Baby, I'm Yours

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Title Page Baby, I’m Yours Carrie Weaver www.millsandboon.co.uk

About The Author Carrie Weaver has loved books forever. Her earliest childhood memories include snuggling with her cocker spaniel while her mother read a bedtime story. She treasured the cosy, all-is-right-with-the-world feeling of those special times. Reading still provides an anchor for Carrie when life gets crazy. With two boys, two dogs, a cat and a pot-bellied pig, life frequently does get chaotic. But chocolate and a good book generally make any problem look more manageable.

Dedication This book is for Sandy Zipp, my friend and fellow single mom in the trenches

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Epilogue

Copyright

Carrie Weaverhas loved books forever. Her earliest childhood memories include snuggling with her cocker spaniel while her mother read a bedtime story. She treasured the cosy, all-is-right-with-the-world feeling of those special times.

Reading still provides an anchor for Carrie when life gets crazy. With two boys, two dogs, a cat and a pot-bellied pig, life frequently does get chaotic. But chocolate and a good book generally make any problem look more manageable.

This book is for Sandy Zipp, my friend and fellow single mom in the trenches

BECCA SMITH STRETCHED, shielding her eyes from the sun. This was the absolute best day ever. But then again, she’d thought the same thing yesterday at Walt Disney World. And the day before that. And pretty much every day for the past twenty years.

She glanced sideways at Gabe, lying prone on a deck chair next to her. He was every bit as handsome as the first day she’d seen him in seventh-grade science class. Maybe even more so. After all these years, she still couldn’t help smiling when he entered a room. Except, of course, on the very rare occasions when they argued.

As if sensing her appraisal, Gabe opened one eye and grinned. “You look very content.”

“I am. I liked Walt Disney World, but I could get addicted to cruising the Caribbean. There’s nothing we have to do, except nap and work on our tans. And I love having you all to myself.”

He reached over and grasped her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb in that slow, sexy way that thrilled her. “I like knowing we can make love whenever we want, day or night, without worrying about being interrupted. No kids, no parents, no pets. Just me and you, naked in our cabin, with all the time in the world. That way I can devote the kind of attention to you that you deserve, from head to toe.”

Becca fanned herself with her paperback novel, recalling the way he’d made love with her this morning. Slow, delicious caresses combined with an inventive position that had left her feeling young, sated and absolutely desirable.

She turned toward him, resting her head against her arm, trying not to wish every single day could be like this. “It has been a special trip. I feel like we’ve recaptured parts of our relationship that sometimes get lost in the everyday hassles.”

“Yeah. It seems we’re both going in so many directions, there isn’t time left for us to just relax together.” He scanned the horizon for a moment, then his gaze met hers, honest and intimate. His voice was husky when he said, “I’ve missed that.”

His admission touched Becca. It reminded her that her big, strong, heroic husband had vulnerabilities, too. Smiling, she traced his biceps with her finger. “Me, too. Only I didn’t realize how much I missed it until this vacation.…Let’s not allow another twenty years go by before we do this again—simply be Becca and Gabe, a couple in love.”

“I haven’t done such a good job of making that a priority, have I?”

“We both get caught up in our jobs, the kids, your parents. It just sneaks up on us. But maybe we can make a conscious effort not to let it happen again. We can schedule dates, get away for more weekends alone.”

Gabe leaned close, cupping her neck with his hand and kissing her. “You are absolutely my top priority, lady, and I intend to show you that every single day.”

“Oh, Gabe, you already do. The little surprises you plan for me, the phone calls every day. I feel guilty for even wanting more.” Becca smiled, caressing his jaw. “It’s been a glorious adventure. One I wouldn’t have missed for anything. We have three beautiful children and a wonderful life.”

“And it’s just going to keep getting better.”

“Absolutely. Except…one thing.”

Frowning, he raised his head. “What’s wrong?”

“We’ve only got two more days and then it’s back to reality. I think there are other ways I’d rather spend this afternoon than working on my tan.”

“Oh?” Gabe’s grin was wicked. His gaze traveled over her, making her glad she’d splurged on a bikini for the trip and put in extra time on her treadmill.

“I bought a set of Kama Sutra cards in the gift shop I’m just dying to open.”

He stood and held out his hand to her. “Have I told you recently how much I love you?”

Becca placed her hand in his and stood, so close she could see the black ringing his brown irises. Her heart constricted at the intensity of his gaze. This gorgeous, kind, wonderful man wanted her, now and forever. It never ceased to amaze her. “Not in the past hour or so.”

“I love you, Bec.” Gabe kissed her deeply, each stroke of his tongue a promise. “Always,” he murmured against her mouth.

Becca twined her arms around his neck and responded eagerly, feeling almost a teen again. Only now, the passion was tempered with years of friendship, shared dreams and goals.

“I love you, Gabe. Always.”

Three Years Later

BECCA SMITH SQUEEZED her eyes shut and waited for the dizziness to pass. And hoped this horrible day was nearly over.

“Are you okay?”

She opened her eyes to see Rick Jensen’s concerned gaze. During the funeral, the presence of her husband’s best friend and business partner had had a calming effect on her.

But now, Becca longed to scream and keep on screaming, until everyone quit tiptoeing around the fact that Gabe was dead and her life would never be “okay” again. Then she was sure the muted conversations around her would end and her friends and family would scuttle back to their unscathed lives. Their new year would soon return to normal.