Bachelor Dad (Fatherhood, 32, Band 1372) - Softcover

Delaney, Roxann

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373753764 ISBN 13: 9780373753765

Verlag: Harlequin American Romance, 2011

Inhaltsangabe

Finding out he's a father is life-changing enough. Only now the four-year-old daughter Garrett Miles never met is coming to live with him. Turning to Libby Carter for guidance could be the ideal solution. Garrett thinks Libby is great, and she seems to like him and the idea of sharing child care. But there are some things the single mother isn't sharing.

Libby fled with her son to Desperation to escape her abusive ex. She's hoping the close-knit Oklahoma small town will be the place where she can finally stop running. Especially now that Garrett's in her life. But Garrett is a lawyer, and if he discovers she violated her custody agreement and crossed state lines, he'll have to turn her in. After one man nearly destroyed her, can she trust another with her son's life?

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Roxann Delaney wrote sixteen books with Harlequin, primarily within the Harlequin American Romance series. The creator of the wonderful town of Desperation, Oklahoma, her novels feature rugged ranchers and handsome lawmen and the strong women who love them. Roxann passed away in 2015.

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Ignoring the lunch crowd at Lou's Place, Garrett Miles skimmed the minutes from Tuesday night's city council meeting and jotted a note on a legal pad. The local tavern might not be the ideal place for the city attorney to be working, but his tiny office in the municipal building had become claustrophobic. Besides, he was hungry. "Coffee, tea or…"

Smiling, he looked up and into a pair of familiar amber eyes and a devilish smile. "When did you start working the lunch shift?" he asked.

Libby Carter waited until he'd put his paperwork aside before she placed a cup of coffee in front of him. "Jeanine needed a couple of hours off, so I offered to cover for her. I didn't know you came here for lunch."

A strand of her blond hair had slipped from the twisted knot at the back of her head and fallen along her cheek, and he fought the urge to touch it. He'd always been attracted to Libby and liked her far more than he should.

He pushed the thought aside, smiled again and shrugged. "I had a hankering for one of Kate McPherson's barbecue beef sandwiches and didn't want to wait until after work."

"I can't blame you for that," she answered, tucking the errant strand of hair behind her ear. "Is there anything else I can get you? Besides the sandwich, that is."

Picking up the cup in front of him, he shook his head. "Just the sandwich," he answered. "And keep the coffee coming."

She looked over her shoulder when another customer called to her, and Garrett heard her sigh before she answered. "Be there in a second, Gus." When she turned back to Garrett, she flashed him a smile. "Duty calls. I'll have that sandwich for you right away."

"Thanks."

He watched her walk to the bar where several locals sat, their beer glasses and bottles in hand, their talk quiet except for an occasional burst of laughter. He didn't stop in for lunch at Lou's often, preferring to visit in the evenings after work, but today he'd needed the change of scenery. Seeing Libby was a perk.

Picking up the cup of coffee, he took a drink—and nearly scalded the roof of his mouth, causing him to let out a small yelp.

Libby appeared within seconds with a glass of water.

"Too hot?"

He nodded and set his cup down quickly.

She picked it up and sighed. "I told Lou he was serving it too hot. Did he listen? Like he always does, meaning never. I'll get it cooled down." Shaking her head, she hurried to the bar and reached over the top of it.

Garrett stared, instantly forgetting about his burned mouth. He wasn't the only one in the place who was looking. Nearly every man with decent eyesight was watching, the same as he was. It hadn't escaped his notice or anyone else's that Libby's charms included more than being a good waitress with a sassy attitude. She was a very attractive woman. Especially from the back.

He'd thought more than once of asking her out, but he'd never done it. He didn't have time, and he wasn't interested in a relationship. Libby might be fun to flirt with at Lou's, but he knew from talking to her that she was a single mom and as far as he was concerned, that was a red light.

"I added some ice," Libby said, hurrying back to his table and setting the cup of cooled coffee in front of him again.

The twinkle in her eyes put him on guard. "What, besides ice, did you put in it?"

"Only ice, I swear," she answered, placing one hand flat on the table and holding up the other. "I want to make sure it's all right. After all, we can't have one of our best customers, not to mention our only non–beer–drinking customer, burning his mouth."

"It's okay," he answered. "I'm good."

"So I've heard."

He couldn't keep from chuckling. Having a conversation with Libby was always a game. "Hassling the injured guy, are you?"

"Get 'em while they're down, I always say." She walked away with an exaggerated swing to her hips.

Within minutes, she returned with his sandwich. "On the house," she told him.

"There's no need for that," he assured her, pulling the plate closer. "I'm not going to sue."

He'd expected a smart answer from her, but instead she said nothing. She looked tired, he thought, noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes, but she always had a smile for everyone.

She leaned forward to wipe a few water rings from the table with the corner of the dishtowel tucked into the waistband of her jeans. "Why hasn't such a nice guy like you settled down with an equally good woman?"

He considered giving her a flippant answer, but instead he decided she deserved honesty. "I practiced family law back in Chicago for several years. You know, divorce and child custody and all that. I thought I could make a difference. Came to find out, I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep those kids from being pawns of their parents. Divorce is always messy, even when everybody starts out agreeing, but when kids are involved… Well, I guess you could say the whole experience jaded me."

"I can understand how that could happen," she answered, without looking directly at him.

"What about you?" he asked. "You're divorced, right?"

She nodded as she continued to wipe at a spot on the table, but she didn't say anything.

"What about Noah's dad?" he continued, curious. When she straightened, a frown marring her usually sunny expression, he knew he'd stepped over the bounds. "I'm sorry, it's none of my business."

"No, it's all right. I started it," she admitted with a small smile. "Noah's dad isn't in the picture."

He nodded, accepting her brief answer. Before he could say anything else, his cell phone rang. Pulling it from the pocket inside his jacket, he answered. "Gar–rett here."

"Garrett, were you expecting a delivery?"

He recognized the voice of Tootie Fredericks, the city administrator. "No. Why?"

"You need to get back to the office, right now."

She sounded upset, and he knew that wasn't a good sign. "What is it, Tootie?"

"A package came for you."

"A package? Can't it wait?"

"No, it can't, and you need to get your butt here right now."

He was accustomed to her eccentricities, chalking them up to her thirty plus years working for the city, and he chuckled softly. Tootie was a great administrator, but sometimes she got carried away. "Why? Will it explode?"

"No," she answered briskly, "but you might. Get a move on."

"But what—?" There was no reason to finish. He heard the empty silence and knew she'd ended the call. Sighing, he looked at the half–eaten sandwich in front of him and quickly caught Libby's eye. "Can you get me something so I can take my sandwich with me?" he asked when she hurried over. "I'd really appreciate it. I have to get back to the office."

"Of course. It'll only take a second." Libby disappeared, taking the sandwich and plate with her.

He'd just finished gathering his paperwork together and was pulling some money from his wallet, when she reappeared with a paper sack and handed it to him. "I hope everything is all right."

"Oh, I'm sure it is. She probably thinks I've taken a long enough lunch today. You know what they say. A man's work is never done."

"I do believe it's a woman's work that's never done," she corrected him, as he moved away from the table.

"Could be." He realized he was wishing he didn't have to leave...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Harlequin American Romance
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0373753764
• ISBN 13: 9780373753765
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 224
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