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THEIR
BABY BOND
by Karen Rose Smith
Silhouette Special Editon #1588
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When former hostage negotiator Jake Galeno
returned to Santa Fe, he never expected to wind up
on Tori Phillip's doorstep. Now a successful art
dealer, Tori was as desirable as Jake
remembered--and the chemistry they shared was
combustible.
Rugged and handsome, Jake took Tori's breath away,
just as he'd done at her senior prom. But Tori
was about to adopt a baby boy and become a single
mom. She had no room for another male in her
life, especially not with the baggage Jake was
carrying. Or did she?
Jane Bowers/Romance Reviews Today says, "I
highly recommend THEIR BABY BOND; it's moving,
totally engrossing, and beautifully conceived and
written."
Chapter One
Excitement, anticipation and fear danced inside
of Tori Phillips all at the same time. In less
than a month, she'd be bringing home a baby.
Deep purple and muted orange streaked the
early September Santa Fe sky as Tori hurried up
the three porch steps to her adobe ranch-style
house. She let herself inside, thinking again
about bringing home her baby boy if all went as
planned....if Barbara--the eighteen-year-old who
wasn't ready for motherhood--didn't change her
mind. Tori had agreed to an unusual request, and
now it haunted her more each day.
As she laid her leather purse on the
counter, her doorbell rang.
Quickly Tori returned to her living
room. Maybe it was Barbara. She stopped in every
now and then to report on all that was happening
in her pregnancy. From the moment Tori had seen
the sonogram of that little baby boy...
Swinging the door wide open, her breath
caught when she recognized the man who was
standing there--Jake Galeno. She'd just called
the number in his ad last night. When she'd left
the message, she'd never expected him to get back
to her this soon, and certainly not show up on her
doorstep! It had been twelve years since she'd
seen him...twelve years since he'd taken her to
her prom, and at the end of the night given her a
heart-stopping kiss that she'd never forgotten.
In spite of the fact that she was a very
confident thirty now, she was flustered. "Jake!
I didn't know if you'd remember me. I never
expected you to get back to me this quickly--"
The breeze tossed his blue-black hair.
The mixture of Native American, Spanish and Anglo
descent evident in his high cheekbones, rugged
angular face and slightly crooked nose reminded
her she once thought he was the most handsome, the
most sexy man in the world.
He still is, a little voice whispered.
"Of course, I remember you. How could I
ever forget a night in Camelot?" he teased.
As sexy as Jake Galeno looked, his rugged
outward appeal had always been enhanced by a deep,
calm, sensual voice that vibrated through her like
the ancient notes of the Native American music she
loved. Her thoughts scattered like dust in the
wind and his almost-black eyes held hers for
interminably long seconds.
Finally he stepped into the silence.
"You called me because you have work you need to
have done on your house?"
He was going to think she was an absolute
idiot! Brushing a few strands of her pageboy cut,
tawny hair behind her ear, she swallowed. "Yes, I
did. Please come in."
When Jake moved into her house, he seemed
to take up all the space. He was 6'2", broad
shouldered and still trim in jeans. Due to her
friendship with his sister Nina, he'd taken her to
her prom out of kindness. After their date,
they'd gone their separate ways. Back then, he'd
just finished training at the police academy and
had taken a job on the Albuquerque police force.
She wondered why he'd returned to Santa Fe.
"You told me your work hours when you
left your message," he reminded her. "I looked up
your address in the phone book. It will be easier
to give you an estimate for your repairs if I see
them."
"The last two contractors I phoned never
called me back," she explained. "One didn't get
back to me for two weeks and then told me his
schedule was full until after Christmas. So I
guess I expected the same from you."
Casually, Jake slipped a tanned hand into
the pocket of his jeans. "I just got my business
off the ground officially about six months ago.
I've been consistently busy, one project turning
into the next. I'm
finishing up a house near Espanola. I can fit you
in, probably start next week--Tuesday since Labor
Day is Monday."
"That would be terrific! In a few weeks
I won't want to deal with noise and dust--" She
stopped. Jake certainly didn't want to hear about
her life. He'd come to give an estimate on her
repairs.
It had been his kindness she'd remembered
most about him, his ease with anyone he talked
to. Now it wrapped itself around her as he asked,
"Is something special happening in a few weeks?"
She only hesitated a heartbeat. "I'm
going to become a mother."
At that, his gaze appraised her flowing
turquoise-and-rust pants outfit. It molded to
her when she moved and hung flatteringly to her
figure when she didn't. She became hot under
Jake's perusal and was quick to say, "Oh, I'm not
having the baby. I mean, not naturally. I'll be
adopting."
"An infant?"
"Yes. It's a private adoption. A young,
unwed mother."
Obviously sensing her excitement, he
smiled. "And you can't wait?"
"No, I can't wait. I want everything to
be in order...everything to be perfect. I've
waited for this for so long--" Her voice broke
off and she was embarrassed by the depth of
feeling in it. Her divorce from Dave and the
reasons for it had almost destroyed her. But
she'd made a new start.
"You never married?" Jake asked, as if it
was an everyday question.
They weren't strangers, after all. She'd
worked with Nina at a pottery outlet her last two
years in high school and that's how she'd known
Jake. Not really known him. He'd been four years
older and out of her universe.
Except for that one night--a night in
Camelot. "I was married for a while. But it
didn't work out."
"Raising a child on your own won't be
easy."
She was tired of hearing that--from her
mother, from the media, from her own doubts.
"Raising a child on my own will be a lot easier
than doing it with a man I can't expect to stay--I
can't expect to trust--I can't expect to be an
equal partner."
Jake's brows arched. "Sorry if I hit a
nerve. But I've seen my sister struggle with her
two boys since her husband died."
His remark spiked through the tension.
"I'm so sorry! Nina and I lost touch years ago.
Did you say she has boys?"
He grinned. "Twins. Whirlwinds who
don't let me rest a minute when I'm with them.
Once in a while I take them for the day. Working
from dawn to dusk for a week is easier and
requires less energy."
Although his tone was wry, she could tell
he was fond of his nephews. Pure curiosity urged
her to ask, "You don't have children of your own?"
His grin straightened into a serious
line. "No. I've never been married, and I never
expect to be."
It was an uncompromising statement with
feeling behind it that Tori understood. After
Dave left, reinforcing childhood doubts and fears
that had come into play when she'd decided to get
married, she'd known that she'd never trust a man
again. Whatever had fueled Jake's remark came
from a deep place inside of him that had been long
established.
The silence between them crackled with
awareness. Or was it only her old crush on Jake
Galeno deluding her into thinking the attraction
she'd always felt for him might now be more than
one-sided?
She had no intention of finding out.
A car horn beeped at the curb next door,
giving her an excuse to break eye contact as she
glanced out the window. "I'd better show you the
problems out back first. We can go through the
kitchen."
Leading the way, she didn't risk another
look into those sable eyes that still had the
power to fascinate her.
The sky was almost violet, the clouds
gray puffs tinged with pink, as Jake stood on
Victoria Phillips' patio, focusing on the
weather-and-wear damage to the house's exterior
northern wall--trying to focus on it, rather than
her. When he'd heard her message last night, he'd
been transported
into the past as if he'd stepped into a time
machine. She'd always been a beauty with her
honey-gold sleek hair, her blue-green eyes, curves
that for a few moments had fit so well against his
hard body. He'd met her when she'd just turned
seventeen and he'd been twenty-one. When he'd
taken her
to the prom a year later because her date had
landed in the hospital with appendicitis, he'd
closed down his desire to protect her innocence.
Now she was still off limits. His life
in Santa Fe was temporary until he decided what he
wanted to do with it. He could end his unpaid
leave of absence from the Albuquerque police force
with one phone call. But he had no intention of
returning to negotiations team work. He had no
intention of involving himself with a woman like
Tori. Up until a year ago, he'd been an expert at
reading people. If the skills he'd honed since he
was a kid counted for anything, he was sure Tori
Phillips would put the child she wanted to adopt
before a torrid affair.
The breeze carried the scent of Tori's
perfume, a deep flowery scent, as he ran his hand
over the patches on the wall that needed
attention. Straightening, he caught her watching
him, and the sharp
stirring of desire made him take a deep breath.
Damn! He should turn this job down. But
his fledgling business needed the income. He
didn't want to deplete the savings he'd worked
hard to accumulate. "You mentioned ceramic tile
work, a medicine cabinet you'd like to have
installed, and shelves in a bedroom closet?"
Under the glow of the day-end sun her
cheeks pinkened a bit. "I'll show you." Quickly,
she moved back into the house toward the bathroom.
He could see the ceramic tile-work
surrounding the tub would be extensive...around
the sink, too. "Are you sure you don't want to
use a laminate?" he asked, after he explained
everything he'd have to do and the mess it would
make.
"I like the permanence of tile...when
it's done right," she added with a small laugh.
"Age has something to do with it," he
concluded as he ran his finger over the crumbling
grouting. He eyed the medicine cabinet she'd
purchased and the lighting fixture that would hang
above it. She wanted quality and that didn't
surprise him about Tori, either. He'd looked up
her gallery--PERCEPTIONS--in the phone book last
night after she'd left her message. It was
located on Old Santa Fe Trail. She must be doing
well if she could afford this little gem of a
house. Real estate in general in Santa Fe was
over the top.
"The closet is in here." After she led
him to the second bedroom, she opened a closet
door. Like the rest of the house--except for the
kitchen and bathroom--the room had a hardwood
floor, but it was expectantly empty. "I'd like
shelves in the upper portion of this closet and a
bar for hangers below."
She pointed to patches of plaster near
the floorboards that had crumbled. "Can you fix
that, too?"
"Thanks to apprenticing with my uncle
since I was about ten, I can do a little bit of
everything. I have my general building license
and one in ceramic tile, marble and teffazzo."
She looked impressed. "You worked with
your uncle before you entered the police academy."
"You have a good memory."
"I think I remember everything you told
me on prom night."
Then as if she'd revealed a secret, she
pinkened and changed the subject. "How long do
you think this will take? Barbara's baby is due
September twenty-ninth."
"If my estimate meets with your approval,
I'll work as fast as I can. The job will probably
take four or five days."
"That's great. I'll have about three
weeks to get everything ready."
She started across the room and then
stopped. "I forgot to show you the breaks in the
fence out back."
"I saw them. I'll put the numbers on
paper tonight. I can drop it in the mail or give
you a call."
"You can just call me."
"You might want to see everything
itemized."
"I trust your estimate will be honest."
Her words took him by surprise. "Why is
that?"
"Because I doubt if you've changed from
the young man who took me to the prom. You could
have taken advantage of me that night, and you
didn't."
That night he'd seen the stars in her
eyes and known she'd thought of him as one of
those rescuing knights that had been painted on
the paper taped to the walls of the banquet hall.
Yes, he could have taken advantage of her.
"You think because I was a gentleman on
prom night I won't overcharge you?" His tone was
amused.
She laughed. "I'll be able to tell from
your estimate. And, Jake...I'm not as naive any
more."
He wondered if that was some kind of
warning. "I'll remember that."
Leaving the bedroom, he crossed to her
front door and opened it.
Tori came up behind him like an angel who
moved with no effort at all. "If you talk to Nina
or see her, please give her my regards. Maybe she
and I can have lunch together sometime."
"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll tell
her."
With a last look at the woman Tori
Phillips had become, he left her house, hoping
taking this job wasn't a mistake.
From the book: THEIR BABY BOND
By: Karen Rose Smith
Imprint and series: Silhouette Special Edition
Publication Date: January 2004
ISBN: 0-373-24588-2
Copyright: 2004, Karen Rose Smith
In March 2004 watch for award-winning author Karen
Rose Smith's Silhouette Special Edition, TAKE A
CHANCE ON ME, an emotional book in which the hero
donates his bone marrow to the half-brother he
never knew he had.
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