June’s menu BARONESSA GELATERIA in Boston’s North End
In addition to our regular flavors of Italian gelato, this month we are featuring:
• Puffy clouds of fresh-whipped meringue
Nothing excited Alex Barone more than flying the skies for his country in his supercharged navy jet with the Blue Angels. Close second? A beautiful woman waiting for him on land. After all, he didn’t get the nickname “Babe Magnet Barone” for nothing….
• Red, white and blue torte
A Barone heir and a waitress? Daisy knew it was an insane combination. Sooner or later the red-blooded Boston blue blood Alex Barone would come to his senses. Until then, she’d simply savor their white-hot attraction….
• An array of decadent desserts
After being so long denied, Alex and Daisy, friends by day, became lovers in the night. Their hands, their mouths, took them on a sensual journey of discovery. Then Alex took command—and brought Daisy to new heights of passion….
Buon appetito!
Beauty & The Blue Angel
Maureen Child
MILLS & BOON
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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. The 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.
Visit her Web site at www.maureenchild.com.
Meet the Barones of Boston—an elite clan caught in a web of danger, deceit…and desire!
Alex Barone—The one time he let his heart take the pilot seat, it got broken. His fiancée jilted him on Valentine’s Day—shade of the Barone curse. Alex prefers the fast life in the Blue Angels, flying all around the world. He’s not looking for a white picket fence to hold him in….
Daisy Cusak—The minute she told her ex-boyfriend she was pregnant, he left her in a cloud of dust. Daisy’s prepared to be both mother and father to her baby now; she’ll do whatever it takes. She’s not looking for a love-’em-and-leave-’em flyboy….
Rita Barone—Alex’s sister, a nurse, delivers Daisy’s healthy, perfect little girl. Now she’s interested in delivering another Barone to the altar.
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
Epilogue
One
Daisy Cusak ignored the ribbon of pain snaking through her. “Just a twinge,” she whispered, then ran the palm of her hand across her swollen belly. “Come on, sweetie, don’t do this to Mommy, okay?”
The pains had been intermittent all day, but she’d brushed them off. All of the books said there was nothing to worry about until the contractions were steady and just a few minutes apart. Well, heck. One every hour and a half or so wasn’t anything to worry about, right?
Besides, on a busy Friday night, she could make a lot of tips serving dinner at Antonio’s Italian restaurant. And right now, that money would mean a lot.
All around her, noises of the busy kitchen echoed—pans clashing, chefs cursing, expensive china plates clinking. It was music of a sort. And the waiters and waitresses were the dancers.
She’d been doing this for four years and she was darn good at it. Though people wouldn’t exactly consider being a waitress a career, Daisy didn’t have a problem with it. She loved her job. She met new people every night, had a few regulars who would wait an extra half hour just to get seated in her station, and her bosses, the Contis, were just so darn nice to work for.
Rather than fire her for being pregnant, members of the Conti family were continually urging her to sit down, get off her feet. Someone was always near to help her with the heavier trays, and she’d already been assured that her job would be waiting for her after she took some time off with the baby.
“You’ll see,” she said, smiling down at her unborn child. “It’s going to be great. We’re going to be great.”
“Everything all right, Daisy?”
She turned abruptly and grinned at Joan, one of the other waitresses. “Sure. I’m good.”
The other woman looked as though she didn’t believe her, and Daisy silently wished she was just a little bit better at lying.
“Why don’t you take a break?” Joan said. “I’ll cover your tables for you.”
“It’s okay,” Daisy answered firmly, willing not only Joan, but herself, to believe it. “I’m fine. Honest.”
Her friend gave her a worried frown, then stacked two plates of veal parmigiana on her serving tray. “Okay, but I’ve got my eye on you.”
Along with everyone else at Antonio’s, Daisy thought. She picked up a pot of coffee, pushed through the Out door and walked into the main dining room. Casual elegance flavored the room. Snowy-white linens draped the tables, candles flickered wildly within the crystal hurricane globes and soft strains of weeping violin music drifted from the overhead speakers.
Above the music came the comfortable murmur of voices, punctuated every once in a while by someone’s laughter. Wineglasses clinked, forks and knives clattered against china, and men and women dressed in starched white shirts and creased black trousers moved through the crowd with choreographed precision.
Daisy smiled at her customers as she offered more coffee and took orders. She bent to grin at a toddler who was strapped into his high chair and laughing over the spaghetti he’d rubbed into his hair. Most of the wait staff hated having kids in their sections. It usually meant lost time when the customers left, because the mess had to be cleaned before anyone else could be seated. And lost time meant lost money.
But Daisy had always loved kids. Even the messy, cranky ones. Which, Joan