Truly Daddy

Even with his limited experience in such matters, he could tell her skirt and jacket were very expensive. Her blouse, though it was smudged, looked like silk the way it clung to her generous curves. Her makeup was understated and subtle.

This was no hippie who’d slipped into his back seat to have a nap. It was more like a damsel in distress.

His specialty. Rescues.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my car?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Better get started,” he said, folding his arms over his chest.

“Where are we?” she asked, looking out into the blackness with trepidation.

“How about if you answer my questions first?”

“Do you think we could answer questions after?”

“After what?”

“After you deliver me to the nearest washroom.” She actually had the gall to smile at him. It was dazzling. “urgent”

Chapter Two

Toni had woken up when the car stopped. There was no momentary sense of confusion. She knew precisely where she was and how she had come to be there. Not geographically, of course, though she could tell from the unmarred blackness in the vehicle they were no longer in Vancouver.

The absence of light and sound told her that.

Danger tingled in the air.

She pulled the blanket over her face, as if that would help her. She was trembling so much he would probably feel the vibration.

It occurred to her she no longer had anything to be grateful for.

She was in danger.

She hurt all over.

And she had to go to the bathroom.

She heard him fling himself into the back seat, and a split second later, he had yanked back the blanket. She found herself staring into the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen.

She had been planning to scream, but somehow it just died in her throat. Even the small knife in his hand didn’t seem to be invoking terror.

He was gorgeous. Blazing blue eyes. A dark shock of jet-black hair, a face made more handsome by the curves and hollows of the night shadows, the shadowing of his own whiskers.

He was not plump.

Or balding.

He looked exactly the way he sounded. And smelted. Sexy.

And ferociously angry.

He pulled her onto the seat beside him, and she could feel the strength in his hands, see the breadth of his shoulders underneath a faded jean jacket.

This is the man I’m going to marry.

It was the most ridiculous thought she had ever had.

She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know who he was. Her career had just started, really.

Madame Yeltsy had been very clear about her expectations when she’d made Toni a buyer. “You have to want success more than anything. You have to be prepared to sacrifice everything. Love, husband, children. You have a more important role—to bring joy to thousands of women by making fabulous fashions available to them.”

“I don’t suppose you’re a nanny, are you?”

His voice, deep and sensual, chased the voice of Madame Yeltsy right out of her head. Toni noticed there was a glimmer of humor around the edges of the words that didn’t show in the piercing blue of his eyes.

A nanny? Of course. Presumably, from the evidence of the car seat, the blanket and the bear, he had a child. And it followed, a wife. He might as well have kept that knife out because it felt like it had plunged straight into her heart.

It was that ring, she decided, that was making her think such foolish thoughts.

The shopkeeper had said it brought luck or happiness or some such thing. A husband. Babies.

Those thoughts, followed so closely by terror, had all jumbled up in her mind. She had probably been dreaming confused dreams when this man had leaped commando-style over the back of his seat and exposed her.

He did look like a commando, she decided. A strong man, completely in control, used to being in authority.

It was very difficult to imagine him with a wife and a baby. He looked like the kind of man who walked alone. Like the cowboy who rode off into the sunset at the end of the story. Rugged. Independeat.

Which was exactly the kind of woman she was. Well, maybe not the rugged part, but certainly independent. A husband wasn’t part of her immediate plans. And babies...babies were a far-off someday on her list.

She loved her work. She’d started as a clerk in Madame Yeltsy’s smallest store when she was just seventeen.

And she loved dating, too, when she had the odd evening off. Movies. Dancing. Dinners. The thrill of meeting new people. She had just never been in love. She was beginning to suspect it was the fabric of fairy tales, that women more imaginative than she was were able to convince themselves that that ordinary guy in the suit and spectacles was really Prince Charming.

This was no Prince Charming sitting under the dome light glowering at her. And yet she had the strangest feeling. That she was about to learn a good deal about love.

She had a sudden urge to take that ring out of her purse and hurl it into the night before it ruined everything.

He reached over her and opened the rear door of the car. She slid out. How far from Vancouver were they? It was very cold out. Snow was mounded by the sides of the road. Huge trees loomed all around them, and beyond that mountains towered, one shade darker than the night.

He held open the front passenger door of the vehicle, and she knew she had no option but to get back in. She was already shivering. He went around to his side and got in. His mouth was set in a grim line, though he turned up the heat for her.

They passed a sign that welcomed them to Eliza. “Population what?” she asked him incredulously.

“Twenty-two,” he answered. “Twenty-three with Angelica.”

The firm, uncompromising set of his mouth discouraged her from asking who Angelica was.