Kings of California: Bargaining for King's Baby

Kings of California: Bargaining for King's Baby
Maureen Child

Bargaining for King’s BabyGina knew her father had made a bargain to ‘sell’ her in exchange for next-door neighbour Adam King’s much-desired land…so she decided to make a deal with the millionaire herself. She’d marry him. He’d get the land. And she’d get King’s baby.Marrying for King’s MillionsThe only way millionaire Travis King could get his biggest client off his back was to marry someone else. So he handpicked home-town girl Julie, a desperate woman who would do exactly what he wanted. Unless what he wanted began to change…Falling for King’s FortuneFor Jackson King, business always triumphs over romance. Until Casey, the beautiful stranger heshared a mind-blowing tryst with, reveals he’s a father. Now he’s determined to have his daughter under his roof…even if it means marrying Casey!

Kings of

California

Bargaining

for King’s Baby

Marrying for

King’s Millions

Falling for

King’s Fortune

Maureen Child

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

MAUREEN CHILD is a California native who loves to travel. Every chance they get, she and her husband are taking off on another research trip. An author of more than sixty books, Maureen loves a happy ending and still swears that she has the best job in the world. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children and a golden retriever with delusions of grandeur.

You can contact Maureen via her website: www.maureenchild.com (http://www.maureenchild.com).

Bargaining for King’s Baby

To Carter, for bringing so much love into our lives. We wish for you all the good things life holds, and we’re grateful to be able to watch you discover the world around you.

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

One

“You’re obsessed.” Travis King looked at his older brother and smiled. “And not in a good way.”

“I agree,” Jackson King said, with a shake of his head. “Why is this so important to you anyway?”

Adam King looked from one of his brothers to the other and paused for a few seconds before answering them. When he did, he used the tone he usually reserved for his employees—the tone that precluded arguments. “We agreed when we took over the reins of the family businesses from Dad that we’d each be in charge of our own areas.”

Then he waited, because Adam knew his brothers weren’t finished. Every month, the King brothers held a meeting. They’d get together either here at the family ranch, at the vineyard Travis operated or on one of the executive jets Jackson owned and leased to the mega-wealthy of the world.

The King family had holdings in so many different areas, the monthly meetings helped the brothers keep up with what the tangled lines of the King dynasty were up to at any given moment. But it also gave the brothers a chance to catch up on each other’s lives. Even if sometimes, Adam thought, that meant putting up with interference—no matter how well meant.

Picking up his Waterford crystal tumbler of brandy, he swirled the amber liquid in the bottom of the glass and watched the firelight from the hearth wink in its depths. He knew it wouldn’t take long to get a comment from his brothers and he silently bet himself that it would be Travis who spoke first. A moment later, he was proven right.

“Yeah, Adam, we each run our own areas,” Travis said, taking a deep sip of a King Vineyard Merlot. Travis preferred drinking the wines his vineyard produced to the brandy Adam enjoyed. He shot a look at Jackson, who nodded at him. “That doesn’t mean we won’t have a question or two.”

“Have all the questions you like,” Adam told him. He stood up, walked to the massive stone hearth and stared down into the crackling fire. “Just don’t expect me to answer them.”

Jackson spoke up as if to head off a budding confrontation. Holding his glass of Irish whiskey, he said, “We’re not saying that the ranch isn’t yours to do with as you want, Adam. We’re only trying to figure out why it means so damn much to you to get back every inch of land we used to hold.”

Adam turned his back on the fireplace, looked at his brothers and felt that tight bond they’d always shared. Only a year separated each of them and the friendship they’d formed when they were kids was every bit as strong now. But that didn’t mean he was going to explain his every move to them. He was still the oldest, and Adam King didn’t do explanations.

“The ranch is mine,” he said simply. “If I want to make it whole again, why should you care?”

“We don’t,” Travis said, speaking up before Jackson could. Leaning back in the maroon leather chair, he kicked his feet out in front of him, balanced the fragile wineglass on his flat stomach and looked at Adam through slitted eyes. “I just want to know why you care. Hell, Adam, Great-Grandpa King sold off that twenty-acre parcel to the Torinos nearly sixty years ago. We already own nearly half the county. Why’s that twenty acre plot so important?”

Because he’d set out to do this and Adam had never given up on anything. Once he’d made up his mind to do something, it got done, come hell or high water. He glanced from his brothers to the wide front windows overlooking a stretch of neatly tended lawn and garden that stretched for almost a quarter of a mile before feeding into the road.

This ranch had always been important to him. But in the last five years, it had become everything to him and damned if he’d stop before it was complete again.

Outside, the night was thick and black, broken only by tiny puddles of decorative lights positioned along the wide, curved driveway. This was his home. Their home. And he was going to see to it that it was once again completely in King hands.

“Because it’s the last missing piece,” Adam said, thinking of the last five years. Years that he’d spent buying back every piece of land that had been in the original King land grant more than a hundred and fifty years ago.

The King family had been in central California since before the gold rush. They’d been miners and ranchers and farmers and ship builders. Over the years, the family had changed with the times, moving into different fields, expanding their dynasty. Generations of them had worked to broaden the family’s holdings. To grow and build on the previous generations—with one exception.

Their great-grandfather, Simon King, had been more of a gambler than a family scion. And to support his gambling habits, he’d sold off pieces of his heritage. Thankfully the Kings who’d come after Simon had held on to their family history with both hands.

Adam didn’t know if he could make his brothers understand—didn’t know that he cared to try. All he knew was that he’d devoted the last five years to putting the jigsaw pieces of this ranch back together and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d completed the task.

“Fine,” Jackson said, shooting Travis a quick shut-up look. “If it’s that important to you, go ahead.”