Lilian Darcy - The Father Factor

Kiss her, Jared.

Just once.

Goodbye, maybe.

Goodbye, more than likely.

Don’t think about that. Don’t think about anything. Just do it. Kiss her. She’s waiting for it, isn’t she? That’s what the frown and the big, troubled eyes and the still, expectant mouth are all about. That’s the reason for the little lap of her tongue tip at the seam of her lips. That’s the reason for the sharp in-breath.

Isn’t it?

No.

It wasn’t.

“Small complication in all this, Jared,” she said. “It’s only fair to tell you. I’m pregnant.”

Jared had never been sucker punched before. He’d had no idea that anything could flatten a man’s lungs so fast.

Dear Reader,

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So keep reading! And think of us as the dog days of August begin to set in….

Toodles,

Gail Chasan

Senior Editor

www.millsandboon.co.uk

has written over fifty books for Silhouette Romance and Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance (Prescription Romance). Her first book for Silhouette appeared on the Waldenbooks Series Romance Bestsellers list, and she’s hoping readers go on responding strongly to her work. Happily married with four active children and a very patient cat, she enjoys keeping busy and could probably fill several more lifetimes with the things she likes to do—including cooking, gardening, quilting, drawing and traveling. She currently lives in Australia but travels to the United States as often as possible to visit family. Lilian loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 381, Hackensack NJ 07602 or e-mail her at lildarcy@austarmetro.com.au.

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

Epilogue

“E xcuse me, I think you’ve given me a tad too much change.” Shallis Duncan held a handful of bills and coins toward the teenager at the checkout, but he continued to look goggle-eyed, openmouthed and blank-faced.

“Huh?” he said.

His glazed focus dropped to her where her cleavage would have been if she’d been wearing a bikini instead of a businesslike dove-gray suit. His mouth fell open a little farther, revealing his disappointment at such a chaste amount of fabric.

“Too much change,” Shallis repeated patiently. “See? I gave you five dollars on a two-dollar-and-six-cent item, and you’ve given me forty-seven dollars and ninety-four cents back.” She tried a teasing, big sister kind of smile. “I don’t think this is what your boss wants from you.”

“Oh. Right,” he answered vaguely. “Did you want to see him?”

Okay. Still not getting through.

She gave up.

“Here.” She took his hand, turned it palm upward and dumped two twenties and five ones into it. His hand stayed frozen in place as he stared down at it. “Put it back in the till, okay?” she coached him. “And you have a good day, now.”

Those last four words seemed to make some kind of low-wattage lightbulb click on in the young man’s head. He stopped looking at his hand. “Uh, yeah, have a good—” He frowned. Hadn’t someone just said that? “…uh, Miss Ameri—Miss Duncan,” he finished vaguely.

On her way out of the drugstore with the tube of lip balm still in one hand and a leather briefcase in the other, Shallis sighed. At some point, surely, this kind of thing had to stop.

But not yet, apparently.

“Well, hey, it’s Hyattville’s very own home-grown princess!” said the man who’d just emerged from the real estate office she was passing.

“Good morning, Mr. Delahunty,” she answered, digging the appropriate smile out of her extensive repertoire the way she might have dug the right lipstick out of a crammed makeup case.

The law office of Abraham Starke beckoned to her, several doors down. It had slatted cedar blinds in the windows, a polished brass knocker and name plate on the door, and a facade of pretty, cream-painted nineteenth-century brick, trimmed in Wedgwood-blue.

If she had pocketed that extra forty-five dollars in the drugstore like a felon, and left the unfortunate youth to explain the discrepancy to his boss, she would have missed crossing paths with Mr. Delahunty. By the time he’d appeared, she would already have gained the comparative safety of a private appointment with a man who was old enough to be her grandfather and was surely therefore not about to be impressed—or reduced to a gibbering heap—by former beauty queens.

Should she conclude that sometimes crime did pay?

Mr. Delahunty was her father’s assistant manager at the Douglas County Bank, so she couldn’t be rude. In fact, if she was ever rude, to anyone, anywhere in town, at any time, day or night, the story would probably make the front page of Hyattville’s weekly newspaper.

“Hyattville’s Very Own Home-Grown Princess says, ‘Scram!’ to Local Puppy,” or something.

It got wearing, after a while. Made some of life’s curlier issues a little harder to resolve. Who she was and what was really going to make her happy, for example.

Mr. Delahunty was asking questions. How did she enjoy being back in town? Three months, wasn’t it? How did it compare to L.A.? Didn’t she ever hanker for the bright lights and the celebrity lifestyle she’d left behind?

She couldn’t possibly give him a truthful answer. Even if he had all day, she didn’t. Abraham Starke would be expecting her at any moment, and she had to be back in her office at the Grand Regency Hotel right after lunch, to deal with a To Do list six feet long.