For Their Baby

For Their Baby
Kathleen O'Brien

One night. That's all Kitty Hemmings wants. An escape from her heartaches. So what if guarded David Gerard is the type of man she doesn't usually trust? He's also kind, sexy…and looking for his own temporary escape.Eight weeks later, Kitty's running again. This time to San Francisco to tell David he's going to be a father. His solution? Get married. Not the answer in Kitty's eyes. Their compromise? Moving in together.Turns out that arrangement isn't exactly working, either. Because the longer they're together, the more she craves that essential step they skipped: the falling-in-love part. Yet she can't forget why David is with her. But maybe if she gives their unconventional relationship a chance, he just might surprise her….

Their gazes met

A welcome moment of harmony. It felt like an oasis in the desert of this difficult journey. Neither of them spoke right away, as if they were both afraid another word would make the feeling break like a mirage.

“Kitty—”

She held up her hand. “No, it’s all right, David. I know it’s hard to accept. Hard to believe. And you’ve got a lot of things to consider. I’m sure you’ll want to talk to your lawyer before you—”

“No.”

She stopped cold. “No?”

“No. I don’t need to talk to Colby. I don’t want Colby’s advice. I know what I want to do.”

She held her breath.

“I want to marry you.”

Dear Reader,

The last time you saw David Gerard, he wasn’t a happy man. He’d just been dumped by the woman he’d hoped to marry. But Belle Carson found her happily-ever-after with Matt Malone in For the Love of Family, the book I wrote for Harlequin Superromance’s wonderful Diamond Legacy series. And that locked gorgeous David out in the cold.

Thanks to your emails and letters, I couldn’t leave him there. Apparently we’re all die-hard romantics. We don’t buy into the myth that nice guys finish last!

David doesn’t take the easy road to true love. When he decides to tap into his inner bad boy, he makes some terrible mistakes—the worst being a one-night stand with a green-haired bartender he meets in the Bahamas. Then Kitty Hemmings shows up pregnant, and David realizes it’s time to pay the price for being such a fool.

First thing to go? That level-headed life he’s worked so hard to build. Because Kitty is one lady who won’t be tamed—not unless this sensible guy is willing to go all out to win her heart.

I hope you enjoy their spark-filled journey toward becoming a family. I love to hear from my readers, so be sure to mail me at P.O. Box 947633, Maitland, FL 32794, or email me at KOBrien@aol.com. Or let’s be friends on Facebook! See you online!

Warmly,

Kathleen O’Brien

For Their Baby

Kathleen O’Brien

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kathleen O’Brien was a feature writer and TV critic before marrying a fellow journalist. Motherhood, which followed soon after, was so marvelous she turned to writing novels, which could be done at home. She works hard to pack her backyard with birds, butterflies and squirrels. Indoors, her two cockatiels, Honey and Lizzie, announce repeatedly, if not humbly, that they are “pretty birds.” Her colorful Gouldian finch, who lives in her office, fills every day with music.

To Nancy, Kris, Leslie, Deirdre and Dawn,

the SHU buddies who have,

over the past couple of years,

added so much fun and focus to my writing!

CONTENTS

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

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

SHE WAS GOING to marry him?

Kitty Hemmings stared at the cell phone and tried to process the words she’d just heard on her voice mail. Surely her mother hadn’t said marry. No matter how low the woman’s self-esteem had plummeted, no matter how desperately she needed a Y chromosome by her side, she wouldn’t—she couldn’t—actually marry Jim Oliphant.

The beachside bar speakers launched into a steel drum version of “Red, Red Wine,” and the breeze, always warm here in the Bahamas even in November, gusted gently across her hot cheeks. Suddenly Kitty’s hands began to shake. She gripped the handle of the beer spigot for balance.