Anne McAllister - Fletcher's Baby!

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The bride said no!Business tycoon Sam Fletcher was used to getting his own way. He'd never been in a situation he couldn't handle. So when Josie Nolan broke the news to him that she was expecting his baby, Sam was a little shaken - but not deterred!A Fletcher baby meant one thing to Sam: marriage. It was the logical, sensible, responsible thing to do, wasn't it? But Josie wanted to marry for love, not logic. The baby's birth was imminent, so Sam needed to change her mind - quick! Anne McAllister is a guaranteed fun, sexy, emotional read!

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“I want my child to have my name. “I want my child to have my name. “I don’t want him denied his birthright,” Sam continued. “He’s a Fletcher!” Josie stared, startled at his insistence on wanting a child he’d never counted on. “Or she,” she said lamely after a moment. “Or she,” Sam amended firmly. “I want our child to know a father’s love. I’ll make it worth your while,” he added when she didn’t speak. “I won’t marry for money,” Josie said firmly. “Then marry me because you love our child.” When Sam Fletcher didn’t get his girl in Finn’s Twins! (#1890), Anne McAllister simply had to find the right bride for him.... The result: Fletcher’s Baby! About the Author ANNE McALLISTER was born in California. She spent long lazy summers daydreaming on local beaches and studying surfers, swimmers and volleyball players in an effort to find the perfect hero. She finally did, not on the beach, but in a university library where she was working. She, her husband and their four children have since moved to the Midwest. She taught, copyedited, capped deodorant bottles and ghostwrote sermons before turning to her first love—writing romance fiction. RITA-nominated author Anne McAllister writes with warmth and wit, creating heroines you’d love to meet, and heroes you’ll fall in love with...instantly! Her books are fast, funny and emotional—you’ll be hooked till the very last page! Title Page Fletcher’s Baby! Anne McAllister www.millsandboon.co.uk CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN Copyright

“I want my child to have my name.

“I don’t want him denied his birthright,” Sam continued. “He’s a Fletcher!”

Josie stared, startled at his insistence on wanting a child he’d never counted on. “Or she,” she said lamely after a moment.

“Or she,” Sam amended firmly. “I want our child to know a father’s love. I’ll make it worth your while,” he added when she didn’t speak.

“I won’t marry for money,” Josie said firmly.

“Then marry me because you love our child.”

When Sam Fletcher didn’t get his girl in

Finn’s Twins! (#1890), Anne McAllister

simply had to find the right bride for him....

The result: Fletcher’s Baby!

ANNE McALLISTER was born in California. She spent long lazy summers daydreaming on local beaches and studying surfers, swimmers and volleyball players in an effort to find the perfect hero. She finally did, not on the beach, but in a university library where she was working. She, her husband and their four children have since moved to the Midwest. She taught, copyedited, capped deodorant bottles and ghostwrote sermons before turning to her first love—writing romance fiction.

RITA-nominated author Anne McAllister writes

with warmth and wit, creating heroines you’d love to

meet, and heroes you’ll fall in love with...instantly!

Her books are fast, funny and emotional—you’ll be

hooked till the very last page!

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Fletcher’s Baby!

Anne McAllister

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CHAPTER ONE

SAM FLETCHER was no stranger to jet lag.

He knew all about the gritty, bloodshot eyes, the general lethargy, the tendency to yawn at inopportune moments. But he’d never had it affect his hearing before.

“Hattie did what?” He stared at his mother, who had pounced on him the moment he opened his apartment door.

That in itself was odd. Amelia Fletcher lived in the same Upper East Side building as her son, Sam, but she made it a point never to impose. Imposing was bad manners. Amelia Fletcher had never been accused of bad manners in her life.

Yet here she was at—what was it?—one p.m. (three a.m. Tokyo time, which was what Sam was on)—standing in the foyer of his Fifth Avenue apartment with a list in her hand.

“The lawyer said he couldn’t wait until you got back in the States to read the will,” she told him. “And since I had power of attorney while you were gone, it was entirely legal to do so without you.”

“Of course, but—” More than his hearing must be going. He knew his devoted, eccentric aunt Harriet had died last week, and, while he regretted being abroad and unable to come to her funeral, he didn’t see what the will had to do with him.

“She left you everything,” his mother said again.

That was what he thought he’d heard the first time. Sam gave a quick, sharp shake of his head. “Everything? You mean the...” His voice died as he contem- plated what exactly Hattie’s “everything” might imply.

In case his contemplation missed something, his mother, consulting the list again, spelled it out for him. “The house—the inn, that is—and all the furnishings, including her Ming vases, her Tiffany glass, her entire collection of Stickley oak, her Grant Wood sketches and her Frank Lloyd Wright elevations.” Her voice slowed slightly as she continued, “She also left you three cats: Clark Gable, Errol Flynn and Wallace Beery by name.” She shot Sam an amused glance over the top of her glasses. “A dog called—”

“Humphrey Bogart,” Sam said heavily at the same time his mother did. He propped himself against the wall and shook his head. It was only marginally funny.

Amelia kept smiling. “Just so.” She glanced down at the list again. “A parakeet.”

Sam sighed and sagged. “Fred Astaire.”

“And,” his mother finished with a flourish, “an unidentified object simply called Josephine Nolan.”

Sam jerked upright “What?”

At the vehemence of his response Amelia took a step back, then looked at the list and nodded. “It’s the last item on the list the lawyer faxed me. Josephine Nolan.” She dimpled slightly as her lips curved in amusement. “I’ve never heard of a Josephine Nolan. What do you suppose it is? A rabbit? A hamster? A turtle?”

Sam didn’t think it was funny at all. He knew exactly what a Josephine Nolan was.

“What in the hell is Hattie doing leaving me a woman?”

Shakespeare was undoubtedly right. First they ought to kill all the lawyers. Starting with Herman Zupper, Hattie’s faithful retainer.

“What do you mean he’s gone on vacation?” Sam demanded when Zupper’s secretary said her boss was unavailable.

“For a month,” she said calmly. “He and his wife are in Germany for their fiftieth wedding anniversary. That’s why he had to call and speak with your mother before he left.”

Sam grunted. He rubbed a hand over his hair. It was too short to tug which was what he wanted to do. “It’s absurd,” he muttered. “What the hell would Hattie do a thing like that for?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t have enough on his plate. He was the sole director of Fletcher’s Imports, one of the most exclusive businesses of its kind in the world. Places like Gumps and Neiman-Marcus would die to offer some of the goods he imported for sale. But having such goods didn’t mean he sat on his laurels. On the contrary, he flew all over the world, seeking out treasures, negotiating multi-million dollar deals. He did not have time to drop everything to run a little bed and breakfast inn in Dubuque, Iowa!

“I assure you, everything is in top-notch condition,” the secretary said, apparently under the illusion that he thought he was being saddled with a slum.

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