Nancy Holland - Found - One Secret Baby

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Uncovering her secret…LA lawyer Rosalie Walker will do whatever it takes to protect her adopted son. She promised his mother before she died that she’d look after him and keep him safe from his paternal family. So when delectable Morgan Danby walks into her office in search of his nephew, she must keep the baby in her care a secret—even if one look from Morgan makes her want to share everything with him…As a favour to his step-mother— the woman who actually raised him, unlike his real mother who abandoned him as a child—successful businessman, Morgan is searching for the son of his incarcerated step-brother. He can tell Rosalie is hiding something and the temptation to seduce her for her secret is strong, but will he be able to handle the consequences once all is revealed…?

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Rosalie almost choked on her coffee. “Asleep or awake, I am not leaving him alone!”

“Hey, calm down. I may not be Ms. Maternal here, but I’d never suggest anything like that. Give me some credit. What I was thinking was maybe I could watch him for you.”

“You?”

“He’d be asleep.”

Rosalie laughed. “Until he wakes up. Then what?”

“If he’s hungry I feed him. If he’s wet I change him.”

“What if he’s worse than wet?”

Vanessa grimaced. “I change him anyway?”

“Not exactly a professional babysitter attitude. Besides, you have to argue in front of the Federal Court of Appeals next Friday, don’t you? You’ll need your sleep the night before, and I may not get back until late.”

“True.” Vanessa slumped back in the chair, then sat up again with a grin. “Did you know Aaron was the oldest of six?”

“What does the size of your husband’s family have to do with anything, other than the decision the two of you have made to remain childless?”

“I’ll bet he changed a lot of diapers once upon a time. Maybe it’s like riding a bicycle, something you never forget how to do. He and I could both come over. If you’re out too late, I can nap on the couch while Aaron takes over with the kid.”

“I suspect Aaron will have to change any diapers that need it, even if you’re awake.”

“Whatever. The point is, now you can go to the opening.”

The happiness that flooded Rosalie’s heart told her how badly she wanted to be there for her mother’s big night.

“If it’s okay with Aaron, I guess it’s okay with me.”

“Great! So …” Vanessa leaned forward as if to say something terribly important. “What are you going to wear?”

The day of the opening Joey woke up with a cold. Rosalie rearranged her schedule so she could stay home from the office to take care of him, but she hated to miss the opening of her mother’s show.

When she called Vanessa to cancel, her friend insisted she could still babysit Joey. “If he’s asleep, it won’t matter, will it?”

“Yes, but there’s still the little matter of what happens if he wakes up.”

“Aaron can handle it. When I asked him about coming with me to watch Joey, he let it drop that one of the jobs he once had between acting gigs was as a nanny. He’s a pro with kids.”

Rosalie couldn’t quite picture Vanessa’s Aaron, six feet tall and two hundred pounds of solid muscle, as a nanny, but the man had a heart as big as he was, so maybe it would be okay.

“Rosie, you know you want to do this. You have to do this.”

Vanessa was right.

“Okay. I’ll see you at seven-thirty.”

“We’ll be there. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Morgan walked into the crowded art gallery and realized he was in more trouble than he’d thought.

He hadn’t asked himself why he’d shown up here tonight. He was back in L.A. on business, so it had seemed reasonable to see how the paintings by Ms. Walker’s mother sold.

He should have known better. As soon as he saw Rosalie on the other side of the room in a high-necked, knee-length black dress that showed off all her curves, a hot flash of need jolted through him. Almost against his will, his eyes tracked down her shapely legs to high-heeled black sandals and those delightful toes. Since when had he ever found toes sexy?

Since when had he ever found lady lawyers sexy?

A waiter wandered by with a tray of drinks. Morgan sighed at the white wine in plastic glasses. Probably Chardonnay, and cheap Chardonnay at that. Still, better than nothing.

He took a glass and sipped it warily. He grimaced at the raw edge of the wine, but his eyes remained fixed on the unfamiliar sight of Rosalie Walker looking happy.

She wasn’t totally relaxed. A thin line between her eyebrows showed the stress of being the center of attention in a room full of strangers, but she was smiling as she chatted with an older woman in a designer gown with huge diamonds at her neck and wrist. While the smile faded after the woman walked away, Rosalie still glowed with pleasure as she surveyed the crowd that oohed and aahed over her mother’s creations.

He wanted to claim her happiness as his doing, but all he’d done was help her mother find the public she deserved, if too late for her to enjoy it in person.

Still, it looked as if Ms. Walker was enjoying it enough for both of them.

No. He could not continue to think of her as Ms. Walker when every unguarded moment brought new visions of the two of them doing impossibly erotic things with each other.

He took another glass of wine off a passing tray and wandered in her direction, but forced himself to pause and look at the paintings as he went.

His body tightened at the surprised delight in Rosalie’s eyes when she saw him, but she quickly turned away. By the time he reached her, the wary look was back.

“Why are you here?” It sounded like an accusation.

He shrugged, vaguely angry at her for being wary, and at himself for apparently bursting the bubble of her happiness.

“My friend sent me an invitation. I was in L.A., so I decided to drop by.”

“Why? You’ve seen my mother’s paintings before and, if I remember correctly, didn’t think much of them.”

“All I said was that they were middle brow art.” He took a sip of the wine. “Middle-brow art has its place.”

“But not in your collection.”

“No, not in mine, but Lillian is quite fond of it. I thought I might find her a birthday gift.”

Something in Rosalie’s face shifted at Lillian’s name.

“I hope you’re successful,” she said abruptly and walked away.

He started to go after her and explain who Lillian was, but realized it wouldn’t help him to remind Rosalie of the whole mess with Charlie.

And, of course, there was Rosalie’s bearded Aaron to take into consideration.

So, Morgan let her go. All the same, his eyes continued to drift in her direction as he wandered through the gallery, the way a compass would drift to true north on a sea-tossed sloop.

Rosalie couldn’t help but be aware of Morgan Danby watching her.

After all, she had to make a conscious effort not to watch him, an effort that became more of a challenge as the evening progressed. Even when she wasn’t looking in his direction, she could feel his eyes on her body, sending an erotic sizzle along her nerves.

Too much wine? Too much celibacy? Too much Morgan Danby.

She was wondering if she could leave yet when she remembered. Lillian was Charlie’s mother. Morgan wanted a painting for his stepmother, not a wife, fiancée, or lover. That didn’t prove the man was unattached, but the evening seemed younger and her jubilant mood returned.

She decided she owed him an apology for her earlier rudeness. If he was still here.

He was. Standing by himself in front of at a small painting of a single orchid in a sensual shade of pinkish purple. An experiment of her mother’s Rosalie had never cared for because its overt sensuality was so out of character, but it had sold for twice as much as the companion painting of a brilliant orange day lily. She scanned the room in hopes he’d move on to something else, but he seemed fascinated by that one painting. When he finally turned away, his eyes went directly to hers. Her heart stumbled at the quirk of a smile he gave her, and her face went hot.

As if on cue, they walked toward each other and met in the middle of the room.

She’d never been good at apologies, but “I’m sorry I walked off like that” came easily, as did the smile she hadn’t planned on. Maybe because he smiled back at her in a way that made the tiny pulse at the base of her throat beat double time.

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