Shut Up And Kiss Me

Shut Up And Kiss Me
Sara Orwig

A man, a woman…a baby? Colonel Mike Remington wasn't a man who backed away from a challenge. But the tough, combat-hardened Special Forces officer knew he was way out of his league when he cradled an adorable baby in his arms–and an elegant, enticing lady lawyer told him he was the little girl's brand-new "daddy"….The only solution to his sudden baby problem was marriage–in name only–to the lady lawyer herself. But the more time he spent on a secluded Texas ranch with the beautiful, sensual Savannah Clay–and the more "innocent" kisses they shared–the more he ached to see this make-believe marriage turn into the real deal….

“Now I Have A New Wife And A New Business,” Mike Replied.

“Not a real wife,” Savannah said softly.

“A very real woman and one I want to get to know. I want to know what’s beneath that cool control you always show to the world.”

She smiled. “The trouble is you’re too accustomed to getting your way.”

“I won’t get my way tonight.”

“You’re a dangerous man, Mike. I’m grateful to you for what you’re doing, but I’m not giving you my body or my heart out of gratitude.”

He cocked one dark brow. “Always a challenge from you, Savannah.” He raised her hand and kissed her palm, slowly lingering.

“You know how I react to you. There’s no hiding or changing it.”

“And that makes you irresistible,” he replied.

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Shut Up and Kiss Me

Sara Orwig

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

SARA ORWIG

lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara writes historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

One

What other weird thing will Special Forces get me into? Michael Remington wondered as he glanced around the elegant law office that was located on the main street of San Antonio, Texas.

Dark wood walls, polished oak floor, comfortable leather chairs, and the attorney the most decorative part of all. He looked at her silky blond hair, hair that shouldn’t be confined in the twist at the back of her head. From the first few moments, when she’d stood in front of her desk, he’d noticed that the lady had fabulous long legs. Besides her legs, she had a face and figure that made a man think of the bedroom—until he looked into her big blue eyes, cold and icy as a Nordic fjord.

He barely listened while she waded through legalese, reading John Frates’s will. Mike’s best buddies from Special Forces were seated beside him: tough Jonah Whitewolf, a Comanche, one of the best bomb experts Mike had ever known; and next to him, Boone Devlin, chopper pilot deluxe.

Not long after their rescue of John Frates, the three of them had been split up, and they hadn’t seen one another until today, the first week of April. Mike was looking forward to their dinner together tonight. A reunion would be a blast, and they could thank John Frates for accomplishing the get-together. Only, John Frates and his wife were no longer living—both had died in a boating accident off the coast of Scotland. It was odd as hell to get remembered in a will simply because you did your job, Mike thought. They had rescued John Frates when he was held hostage in a Colombian jungle, but it had all been part of the mission.

When he heard his name read, Mike’s attention returned to the attorney. She was a looker, but the minute he’d walked into her office, they’d clashed. Although he knew there were plenty of female attorneys, he had assumed from her letter, signed S. T. Clay, that she was male. But S. T. Clay was very much female and she had resented his mistaken assumption. If it meant that much to her, she should sign her letters as Savannah Clay. There was no wedding ring on her finger, and Mike wasn’t surprised. She might be gorgeous, but she was none too friendly.

“‘To Michael Remington,”’ the attorney read in her brisk, no-nonsense voice, “‘to whom I shall be forever indebted, I leave my most precious possession, the guardianship of my baby daughter, Jessie Lou Frates.”’

A jolt shot through Mike with the impact of a current of electricity. Stunned, he stared at Savannah Clay. He couldn’t get his breath, he broke out in a sweat, his ears began to ring and he was unable to hear anything else she said.

Jessie Lou Frates? A baby? He was bequeathed the care of a baby girl? John Frates had called him about a will, but he hadn’t said anything about a baby. As far as Mike knew, there hadn’t been a baby at the time John called him.

Mike knew absolutely nothing about babies. He’d never wanted to be tied down that way. In his military career he had been through all sorts of life-or-death situations, and he had never felt as light-headed or as nervous as he was right now.

He barely heard the rest of the reading of the will, nor the questions the others asked when it was done. Finally Savannah Clay looked at him.

“You’re very quiet, Colonel Remington. Any questions?”

He gazed into those crystal-blue eyes—fabulous eyes, he thought fleetingly. “Yes, I have a lot of questions. If you have a few moments, I’ll stay when the others leave so I don’t take up their time.”

The guys protested, but with a wave of her hand Miss Clay silenced them.