“He’s mine, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
Nick rolled over on his back. Patrick was his son.
No wonder he’d liked the boy so much. Damn, he was a bright kid. Good-looking, too. He’d be a heartbreaker, that’s for sure. Just like his dad.
He was a father. He had a child with Jenny, who meant more to him than any woman, any person, ever had.
He rolled back to his side and found Jenny staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. He touched her cheek, lifted a tear with his index finger. “We have a kid,” he whispered. “How do you like that?”
“I like it fine. How about you?”
“I’m knocked out,” he said. “Patrick’s an amazing kid. And you. You’re…”
“I’m what?”
Reality set in just then, and his mood darkened. “In danger. We have to get the hell out of here before we’re caught, before they know the truth….”
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Not-So-Secret Baby
Jo Leigh
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jo Leigh lives way the heck up on a mountain in Utah with her own personal hero and her many chipmunk friends. She loves to hear from readers at http://www.joleigh.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jenny Granger—She escaped from a madman once, but now he has her baby!
Nick Mason—With the world’s safety at stake, how can he blow his cover and help the woman he loves?
Patrick Granger—Two and a half; the innocent child born in secret.
C. Randall Todd—Casino mogul, billionaire, killer.
Henry Sweet—Todd’s right-hand man, with an itch to get rid of Nick Mason.
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 Eighteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Once the coast was clear, Jeannie hurried over to where Kelly was picking up the Lincoln Logs. “Tanya called me this morning,” she said, keeping her voice low so none of the other mommies could hear. “Her Nate got a call yesterday to fix an air conditioner at Mary Pierson’s place. He said she’s just as neat as a pin. Nothing out of place, not even in the baby’s room. He said she’s got one of those leather couches they were selling at The Junction last summer. You know, the leather seconds? And she’s got a ton of books lining the walls in the living room.”
Kelly dumped an armload of pieces into the big cardboard box. “Did he see her bedroom?”
Jeannie nodded. “Double bed. Dresser. An armoire he swears used to belong to Ann Keating before her husband died.”
“I remember that. She had that garage sale. I picked up her old stand mixer. It still works. I made up a batch of butter cookies for the church bazaar just last month.”
“Oh, yeah. They were scrumptious. But here’s the thing,” Jeannie continued. “Nate said she didn’t have any pictures except two of baby Patrick. Nothing on the mantel, nothing in the bedroom. It’s like the woman has no past. Like she came here from outer space or something.”
“My Alan, he says she never talks about herself at work. He says she reads on break or she writes in that journal of hers. Lisa asked her straight-out where Patrick’s daddy was and she wouldn’t say. She said she didn’t like to talk about it. If you want my opinion, I’m thinking he was bad news, you know? Hit her, probably. Like Bonnie’s husband?”
“That, or she doesn’t know who the daddy is.” Jeannie bent to pick up a Barbie doll. “She has that sadness about her. So pretty, and yet, I don’t know…”
“Yeah,” Kelly said. “Like she’s running from something.”
“Heck, why else would a single woman move to Milford? She has no family here.”
“I remember the day she got here. She was driving that beat-up old Chevy.”
“Still is.”
“Right.”
“How long has it been?”
“Got to be two years.”
Jeannie nodded. “Two years, and we still don’t know beans about her.”
“Not that she isn’t nice.”
Jeannie shook her head, a strand of auburn hair loosening from under her headband. “Nice as can be for someone with so many secrets. Lily, you put that down right now.”
Kelly glanced over at Lily, Jeannie’s three-year-old who’d gotten hold of the watercolor paint set. Kelly’s son, Jack, had been born two weeks to the day of Lily’s birth, sealing their already solid friendship. “I surely would like to know what happened to that girl.”
“Me, too.” Jeannie shook her head. “Maybe I’ll do a little research at the library, now that they’ve got the Internet.”
“Oh, good idea. Why don’t we go tomorrow?”
“Can’t. I have a doctor’s appointment.”
“How about Friday?”
“Friday. Okay. We’ll take the kids.”
MARY PIERSON walked down Hill Street toward the market, her young son holding her hand, scurrying on his short legs to keep up. Mary let him step on the