His Very Own Baby

His Very Own Baby
Rebecca Winters

Alik Jarman has only just met his six-week-old son - and he isn't going to let him go now!Even though the baby's mother broke his heart less than one year ago…. Blaire never told Alik the real reason she called off their wedding. And now, when Alik demands she and the baby move in with him for a month, Blaire should refuse.But seeing Alik's delight in their child, she can't say no - and she can't stop hoping that one day they will be a real family!

“I want to feed him. Show me what to do.”

Alik stood too close. Blaire could feel his warmth. The familiar brand of soap Alik used in the shower emanated from his bronzed skin, assailing Blaire’s senses.

She placed a clean cloth over his broad shoulder, careful not to touch him for fear she wouldn’t want to stop. Then she handed him the bottle.

“Go ahead and put it in his mouth. He’ll do the rest.”

When Alik did her bidding, the baby started devouring his formula. He drank so fast and furiously, he made loud noises that sounded indecent. Alik’s laughter started in his throat and rumbled out to fill the hotel room.

She couldn’t help smiling. “As you’re discovering, he has your healthy appetite.” Before she gave her feelings away, she moved to the other bed. “Do you want me to leave the light on or off?”

“On,” Alik murmured. “I still have trouble believing he’s real.”

Meet

Dominic, Alik and Zane

Three firm friends…

Three successful business partners…

Three dedicated bachelors…

But life is full of surprises, and these gorgeous men are about to discover the joys of fatherhood—and of marriage—sooner than they think!

Surprised by fatherhood and ready for love!

Next month in

The Baby Discovery by Rebecca Winters,

Zane finds an abandoned baby—

don’t miss it!

HIS VERY OWN BABY

Rebecca Winters

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

BLAIRE REGAN got out of the rental car and locked the door. She could smell rain in the early-morning air. It wouldn’t be long before it started falling.

After glancing around the excavation site outside Warwick, New York, she walked over to a couple of college students emerging from one of several dozen trailers.

“Excuse me? Could you tell me where I might find Dr. Alik Jarman? I was told he’s the consulting geologist on this project.”

It had taken several days and many costly, long-distance phone calls to various universities to determine his exact whereabouts in this pastoral section of the state.

Both heads turned at the same time. The look of blatant male admiration was always flattering, but right now she was too frightened and nervous to appreciate their attention. Her legs were shaking so hard it was a miracle she could still stand, let alone walk.

The blond one smiled. “He’s living in the trailer at the far end.”

By some miracle she’d arrived at the right place.

His buddy asked, “Are you one of Dr. Fawson’s students from New York University?” Hope shone brightly from a pair of warm blue eyes.

Her reason for being here was no one else’s business, but she couldn’t blame them for flirting. It was early October. College classes had barely started. Naturally they’d assumed she’d come to join the other students she could see working in the distance.

“I’m afraid not. But thank you for your help.”

“Anytime,” she heard one of them say as she made her way back to the car and drove the long length of packed dirt. One drop, then another spattered her windshield. It wouldn’t be long before the parking area turned into a mud bog.

The closer she drew to Alik’s temporary home, the faster her pulse raced. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears.

In the field, Alik’s day always started at dawn. It was possible he was already out on the site. She’d left the Bluebird Inn in Warwick at five-thirty in the morning, hoping to catch him before he began measuring soil properties or mapping water resources.

During the Introduction to Geology class she’d taken from the fascinating guest lecturer at UCLA in San Diego, California, a year ago, she’d learned he did a myriad of scientific disciplines in his study of the earth. But those all-too-short talks before and after class hadn’t been enough for Blaire. She’d fallen deeply in love with the ruggedly attractive Easterner after he’d taken her home from school because she was sick.

Apparently the brief drive to her house hadn’t satisfied his needs, either. Once she’d recovered, he’d suggested they have dinner overlooking the ocean. From that point on they couldn’t bear to be separated from each other. After a short courtship filled with romantic late-night walks along the surf, they set the date for their wedding and he flew her to New York City to meet his family.

That was when the horror story started. She’d had no choice but to break off their engagement. In truth, Blaire had never imagined she would see him again, especially if she allowed herself to think back to the awful blackness of that period.