She Was Made For Motherhood. Letter to Reader Title Page ANNE MARIE WINSTON Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue Teaser chapter Copyright
She Was Made For Motherhood.
The thought didn’t surprise Jack. But what did catch him off guard was the deep longing for this intimate family scene to be his. He watched as Frannie stood near her small fireplace with the baby in her arms. She was looking down into the tiny face, speaking in a quiet, earnest tone.
She loved babies—that was certain—and she seemed to love his baby in particular.
“I wish I could find someone who would care for her like you do while I’m at work.”
“You can’t possibly keep taking her to work with you.”
“I don’t have a choice. Unless you’ve changed your mind about keeping her?”
She hesitated. “I suppose I could keep her until a space in a reputable day-care facility becomes available.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you.” At least, not in the baby-sitting department....
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The Baby Consultant
Anne Marie Winston
ANNE MARIE WINSTON
has believed in happy endings all her life. Having the opportunity to share them with her readers gives her great joy. Anne Marie enjoys figure skating and working in the gardens of her south-central Pennsylvania home.
To Ruth Ann, my “forever friend.”
We’ve shared Barbies and babies,
Harlequins and hospital rooms, Pregnancies and “pigs.” Thanks for the wonderful memories.
One
He wasn’t gorgeous, as Dee had led her to believe. His nose looked as if it had been rearranged by someone even bigger than he; his eyes were an unremarkable gray. Clean shaven and well-defined, his jaw thrust forward just a shade shy of pugnacious while his light brown, almost-but-not-quite-blond hair was cut military-short along the sides, curling only at the top where it had escaped the razor’s forays.
Still, she could see the appeal. She studied him as he spoke into the phone he held to his ear while he paced back and forth at the far end of his office. His shoulders were broad enough to set a tea service on. He was taller than any of her brothers, maybe six-one, with long, long legs and a wide, straight back that tapered to a trim waist. And his butt was to die for. She almost laughed aloud. She would never have thought of that phrase before she’d moved away from home and found a life of her own.
Then he turned and smiled at her.
Frannie set down her purse and briefcase and took a seat in the chair across from Jack Ferris’s desk. Actually, she had no choice. That smile virtually took her breath away, weakened her knees, made her heart pound—every stupid cliché she’d ever heard suddenly didn’t seem so stupid.
Dee had warned her: “Women fight over him. Literally.”
Unbelievable. One little shift of expression,
