Sweet Surrender, Baby Surprise / The Secretary's Bossman Bargain. Kate Carlisle

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her. “That still doesn’t mean Jake’s my son. I mean, I can’t imagine I’m the only guy you’ve ever …” Cameron couldn’t continue with that thought. He didn’t want to picture Julia with other men, not that it was any of his business what she did or who she did it with. He just didn’t want to think about it. He coughed to cover his uneasiness. “Anyway, as I said before, we used protection. So you want to tell me how this could have happened?”

      Julia raised her gaze to meet his. “Of course we used protection, but for goodness’ sake, Cameron. Don’t you remember how many times we did it that weekend? Something was bound to happen.”

      Yeah, he remembered. And even after all this time, Cameron’s groin still stiffened at the memory of that red hot meeting of lips and tongues, hands, skin, bodies.

      “Anyway,” she said, after taking a deep breath, “you can blame your mother all you want, but we both know how this happened.” Still blushing, Julia hoisted the baby up into her arms and rushed out of the bedroom. “I’ll go warm a bottle and start his dinner.”

      Cameron followed, unwilling to end the conversation just yet. “Come to think of it, we wouldn’t have met in the first place if my mother hadn’t demanded that we carry your bakery stuff in our hotels.”

      She turned. “True. But that was almost two years ago now. Do you really think your mother was thinking at the time that we would … oh, never mind.” Her chagrin was obvious as she hurried away from him and went to the kitchen. She placed the baby in his carrier on the bar and made sure he was secure, then walked over and opened the refrigerator door.

      “That we would what?” Cameron asked provocatively. “That we would fall into bed the first night we met?” He came up close behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist to stop her in her tracks. “Or that we would spend seventy-two hours making love over and over again, until we passed out?”

      He moved even closer. Her curvaceous bottom pushed against his erection and she moaned.

      “Do you remember?” he asked.

      “Yes,” she whispered. “Thank God for room service or we might’ve starved.”

      He laughed, then groaned as she pressed into him. He kissed the skin beneath her ear. She stretched her neck to give him more access and he ran his tongue along her jaw line. “Do you remember drinking champagne in that big tub?”

      “I remember,” she whispered.

      “God, you smell so good.” He turned her around and kissed her cheek, her chin, then covered her trembling lips with his. Her mouth parted and he delved inside, exploring her moist heat with the sweep of his tongue. She sighed and he plunged again.

      The doorbell rang and they both jumped, then stared at each other in disbelief.

      “This is crazy,” Julia muttered, and grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator shelf.

      “Who the hell can that be?” Cameron groused and stalked to the door. He took a moment to compose himself before he opened the door.

      “Hello, darling,” his mother said.

      “Yoo-hoo! Hi, Cameron,” Beatrice said, waving behind her.

      “We want to see the baby,” Marjorie said. “We’re not interrupting anything, are we?”

      Cameron shook his head as the three women sashayed into the suite. They had been friends longer than Cameron had been alive. They still played cards together every Tuesday. Beatrice and Sally both volunteered at the hospital and Marjorie still worked as Duke Development’s Human Resources manager.

      “Hello, ladies,” he said, and closed the door behind them.

      “Are we too late?” Marjorie asked, glancing around the room.

      Sally followed her gaze, then turned to Cameron. “We were hoping you’d let us babysit while you two kids ran out and grabbed some dinner.”

      Julia poked her head out from behind the kitchen bar. “Oh, no, that’s not—”

      “Sounds great,” Cameron said immediately. “Give us five minutes and we’ll be ready to go.”

      “They railroaded us,” Julia grumbled as she sipped her chardonnay and nibbled on a carrot stick from the relish tray.

      Cameron glanced around at the other tables in the elegant dining room of the Monarch Dunes. He was happy to see that there was a full house tonight, but the space still felt intimate. Stylized sconces along the sage-green walls cast dramatic shadows on the cathedral ceiling. Around the large room, screens and plants created a sense of privacy and exclusivity for the diners. The service was attentive yet discreet. And the food was excellent, naturally. The Duke brothers insisted on it.

      “Do you really mind being out tonight?” he asked.

      “Oh, no.” She glanced around, admiring the room and the view. “Of course not. Everything is lovely.”

      “Good,” he said, resting back in his chair. “Take a sip of your wine and relax.”

      She complied. “It’s wonderful.”

      They were seated at a table along the glass wall overlooking the golf course and the cliffs and ocean beyond. It was a beautiful night, with a crescent moon and a million stars in the sky. The crystal glassware and silver flatware caught the candlelight and cast rainbow shards on the pristine white tablecloth.

      He gazed at her through the glow. “I’m glad you like it.”

      Sighing, she said, “I just don’t want Sally to think I expect her to babysit.”

      “Get used to it,” Cameron said with a sardonic grin. “Now that she knows about Jake, you’ll have a hard time keeping her away.”

      “I know,” Julia said, smiling. “She’s already threatened to pitch a tent on my front lawn so she can see him every day.”

      Cameron raised one eyebrow. “I’ll talk to her if she gets pushy.”

      “Oh, goodness no,” Julia said, and reached out to touch his hand in reassurance. “I think it’s wonderful. I don’t have any family so the thought of Jake having a grandmother to dote on him is like a dream come true.”

      Cameron held on to her hand when she tried to slip it away from his. “Speaking of family, I did what you suggested and looked up the Parrish Trust.”

      “So you know I’m not looking for a handout.”

      “No, I guess you’re not,” he said. “But when I was looking at the trust information, I saw that your parents died when you were young. I’m so sorry.”

      “Yes, they died in a plane crash. It was devastating. I was ten years old and had no other family to live with.”

      “What happened to you?”

      She smiled wistfully. “I had a nanny who’d been with me since I was born, so the judge allowed her to stay with me. My court-appointed guardians were two of my parents’ lawyers and they moved into our house.”

      “You’re

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