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“I’m Ryan’s father. I should have been there.”
Hating the look of guilt haunting her eyes, Derrick reached out and pressed his hand over hers. “Bri, this is not your fault.” He scraped a hand over his jaw. “And if I’d known about the baby, I would have been there.”
“Derrick—”
“No, Bri. It’s true and you know it. If I had known, I could have stopped these maniacs from kidnapping my son.”
Confusion muddled his brain, panic over where his son was making his throat tight. But Derrick wouldn’t let fear consume him.
He’d find Ryan no matter what. And he’d be the father the boy deserved.
His Secret Christmas Baby
Rita Herron
To Linda Howard, a special friend of my sister’s and now one of mine. Thanks for all your fabulous stories at the mountain cabin in Blue Ridge, and for being a fan!
Hope you enjoy this one!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Award-winning author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded her storytelling to kids for romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers so please write her at P.O. Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, or visit her Web site at www.ritaherron.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Brianna Honeycutt —A social worker at Magnolia Manor; her adopted son Ryan is missing….
Derrick McKinney —He’ll do anything he can to find the missing child, especially now he knows the baby is his.
Ryan Cummings —The infant has become Brianna’s whole world. Why would anyone want to kidnap an innocent baby?
Natalie Cummings —Ryan’s birth mother died after childbirth—was it natural causes or was she murdered?
Dana and Robert Philips —They desperately wanted a baby—could they have kidnapped Ryan?
Rhoda Hampton —She recently suffered her third miscarriage—did she take Ryan to replace the baby she lost?
Principal Lamont Billings —Does he know more than he’s telling about Natalie’s death?
Evan Rutherford —Teacher and high school football coach—does he know who is behind the meth lab?
Jameson Mansfield —The town lawyer who handles adoptions: Does he know something about the missing baby?
Dr. Houston Thorpe —Did he lie about Natalie’s cause of death?
Sheriff Beau Cramer —He dated Natalie. But is he covering up her murder?
Mark Larimer —A nurse at the local hospital—did he kill Natalie and kidnap the baby to keep his long-time secret about the meth lab?
Ace Atkins —Is this tough kid from Magnolia Manor responsible for the meth lab?
Contents
Prologue
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
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Prologue
“Brianna, I’m afraid. If anything happens to me,” Natalie Cummings whispered, “promise me that you’ll take care of the baby.”
“Nothing is going to happen to you.” Brianna Honeycutt squeezed her best friend’s hand as she pulled into the hospital emergency room entrance.
Another contraction seized Natalie, and she began the Lamaze breathing exercises, her hold on Brianna’s hand tightening painfully. “He, he, he—ho.”
Brianna breathed with her, grateful they’d finally made it to the hospital. A winter storm had rolled in, snow flurries blurring visibility, and she’d had to drive at a snail’s pace. And Natalie’s contractions were coming one on top of the other.
She threw the car into park as the contraction eased, and helped Natalie out, but Natalie clutched her hand again. “Promise me, Bri, I need to hear you say it.”
Pain and fear darkened Natalie’s eyes, and Brianna’s stomach clenched. She’d known Natalie was afraid of childbirth, but her voice quivered with terror.
“Of course, I will,” Brianna vowed softly. “But you’re going to be fine. A few minutes from now, you’ll be holding your baby, and you’ll forget all about the pain.”
Natalie opened her mouth to say something, but another contraction seized her. She pressed her hand to her stomach, and tried to breathe through it.
Suddenly a nurse and orderly appeared and raced toward them. “She’s in labor,” Brianna stated.
The nurse called for a wheelchair, and the orderly ran to get it. Brianna followed behind her as they wheeled Natalie to the reception desk to check her in.
Then suddenly Natalie cried out in pain, her water broke and chaos descended.
“I’m her labor coach,” Brianna informed as they rushed Natalie through the double doors to the exam room.
“We’ll come and get you in a moment,” the nurse said over her shoulder. “Let the doctor examine her.”
Brianna
