Judy Christenberry - Guarding Camille

Dear Diary,

I’ve experienced many joys in the past few months, but none could compare with having my baby back home. Oh, Jake’s a man now, but he’s my youngest, and to me, he’ll always be the baby. I’ve really missed him. Of course, he’s come back on some kind of mission, but I’m going to do my best to convince him to stay. And this time, I wouldn’t mind if his “case” stays around, too!

Being around Camille Eckart and her infant son, Jamie, seems to have changed my loner son. And I, for one, am very glad to see it. Who knows, with the rash of weddings lately, maybe Jake will be inspired. Families provide an anchor—one that would keep my son home for good. And with luck, I’ll see a few more grandchildren before long….

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Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. In fact, Judy recently quit her job teaching French just so she could devote her time to writing. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judy is a transplanted Texan, who now lives near Phoenix, Arizona.

For Christina and Josh Willi, my daughter and son-in-law,

for their patience and support, and for Brenda Chin,

my editor, who always gives me a challenge

and hangs around to help me meet it.

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

EPILOGUE

DAMN THE WOMAN.

Jake Maitland regretted that thought immediately. It wasn’t Camille’s fault. She and the baby were the innocent ones in the chaotic events of the past six months.

He rubbed the back of his neck, but his gaze remained fixed on the woman who had become the center of his universe.

“Jake? Is that you?” she called softly, leaning forward in the rocking chair.

He stepped into the doorway so she could see him, knowing she would have covered her breast where her baby was nursing.

“Yeah, it’s me. I was just checking on you.”

“I’m sorry if he woke you. I’m afraid it will be a while before he sleeps all night.”

Her soft voice matched her appearance. When Jake watched her, he always thought of the Madonna and child. Her beauty was enhanced by the sense of serenity that exuded from her.

He would never have believed the wife of a gangster could make him have such thoughts…ex-wife, he reminded himself.

“I was awake,” he muttered, and drew closer.

She laughed quietly. “Too bad you can’t feed him, then. I could use the sleep.”

He held up his hands as if warding off evil. “I don’t know anything about babies.”

“And your family runs a maternity hospital? Please!” she protested, laughing again.

“I’m not part of the family business.”

He moved past her to stare out at the darkness. No, he wasn’t a part of Maitland Maternity Clinic. Hell! Until he’d come back with Camille, he’d barely seen his family in the last few years.

Yet when he’d needed a safe place to hide Camille, coming back to Austin—his home—had been his immediate gut response.

“Do you see anything?” she whispered.

He looked over his shoulder at the peaceful scene behind him rather than into the darkness. Mother and child. “No, nothing.”

“Good,” she said with a sigh.

He could tell she was rearranging her clothing. Then she lifted the baby to her shoulder and gently patted his back until a loud burp broke the silence.

“Talented kid.” He offered the words with a grin, moving to Camille’s side.

“Yes, he is.” She started to rise, but Jake held out his arms.

“I’ll put him in bed. You go on and get some rest.”

“You said you didn’t know anything about babies.”

“I don’t. But how come you’re so experienced? This is your first baby.”

“One of my friends had a baby a couple of years ago. I helped her out a lot.”

“Well, I know enough to put this little guy in bed okay. I lay him on his back, right?” He’d heard that somewhere.

“That’s right. Thank you.”

“You need any help?” he asked as he headed toward the connecting door. After all, she’d only given birth a couple of weeks ago.

Again she chuckled. “I had a baby, Jake. I didn’t break my leg. I’ll manage.”

“All right. Good night, then.”

He firmly closed the door behind him before he gave in to temptation and assisted her anyway. He’d faced the biggest challenge of his career since he’d met Camille. For the first time, he’d let his personal feelings interfere with his job.

When he’d left Texas, determined to disassociate himself from his wealthy, socially prominent family and controlling father, he’d joined the FBI. His isolation only increased. The FBI didn’t encourage fraternizing with civilians.

Jake had had no problem being alone. He’d hidden himself behind his badge. Women played an entertainment role occasionally, but never touched his emotions.

Until Camille.

Even so, he’d held himself aloof, distant. For six months, he’d pretended she was just another job, another assignment. He’d pretended.

That was the problem.

He laid the infant in the baby bed his mother, Megan, had provided. Then he stood staring at the sleeping baby in the pale glow of the night-light.

Camille had chosen Jacob as his second name. She’d said the baby wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for Jake.

Well, hell, she was right about that.

James Jacob Eckart.

Not bad…except for the surname. This innocent baby’s father was a vicious gangster.

Which was why Jake had figured he’d despise Camille. After all, she was married to the man. Well, had been married to him. By the time Jake had made contact with her, she was divorcing the scumbag.

Only her husband objected.

The baby squirmed in his sleep, and Jake gently rubbed his tiny tummy.

“It’s okay, little guy. You’re safe.”

He’d met Camille while he was working the case against her husband. Without a lot of success. He’d trailed Vincent Eckart one day and discovered Vince was trailing a beautiful blonde.

Stalking, more like. When he figured out she was the man’s wife and was in the process of divorcing him, Jake had been ordered to make friends with her.

Their friendship had gotten off to a rocky start. She hadn’t wanted any new friends, particularly men. Finally, he’d identified himself as FBI. She’d insisted on seeing proof.

Then she’d cooperated, giving the FBI all the information she had. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much. As soon as she’d realized the kind of work her husband did was criminal, she’d left him.