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“This baby is my only connection to my sister.”
Jordan continued. “I want to be part of his life, and I want him to be a part of mine.”
“But you spend most of your time abroad!”
“No problem. I’d hire a nanny to care for him while I’m out of the country.”
“A nanny?” Mallory’s expression was outraged. “You’d leave Matthew with a stranger? No way! I’ll fight you in court if—”
“The other option,” Jordan interjected smoothly, “would be for the two of us to share custody….”
Grace Green grew up in Scotland but later immigrated to Canada with her husband and children. They settled in “Beautiful Super Natural B.C.” and Grace now lives in a house just minutes from ocean, beaches, mountains and rain forest. She makes no secret of her favorite occupation—her bumper sticker reads I’d Rather Be Writing Romance! Grace also enjoys walking the seawall, gardening, getting together with other authors…and watching her characters come to life, because she knows that once they do, they will take over and write her stories for her.
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For John
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
“JORDAN CAINE is a cad!”
“Oh, he is, Angelina!” Outrage sparked in Monique’s faded blue eyes. “Leaving our dear sweet Mallory to cope on her own all these months without so much as a postcard.”
“Well, the man does appear to be an adventurer.” Eighty-year-old Emily looked anxiously at the other two over her half glasses. “But sisters, we’ve never even met Mr. Caine. Shouldn’t we give him the benefit of the doubt?”
Angelina sighed. “Emily, you can be very trying. Any man who has behaved as badly as he has doesn’t deserve—”
The front doorbell chimed, making them all start. They looked at each other meaningfully, and then with one accord set their bedtime mugs of hot milk on the coffee table.
“She’s here,” whispered Emily. “Let us have no more talk of Jordan Caine.”
All three cocked their heads and listened.
From their cosy nook in the sitting room, they heard brisk footsteps cross the hall. Then they heard the front door opening and Elsa, their landlady, say warmly, “Mallory, come away in. How was your trip? It’s almost midnight! I was beginning to worry about you.”
“I’m so sorry, Elsa. My last day of work, and so many loose ends to tidy…and then the staff surprised me with a Goodbye party and there was no way I could disappoint…”
The voices faded.
After several minutes, during which time the sisters sat tensely without talking, they heard steps approaching. Catching their breath, they turned towards the door and waited.
The door opened.
When Mallory appeared in the doorway, they sighed with pleasure at the sight of her. She looked lovely as always, in a short-skirted black suit, with an ivory shirt and stylish black pumps. Her face was pale and her features strained, but her genuine smile brought her dusky brown eyes to life.
“Hi, ladies,” she said. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
Not for the world would they have told her they had waited up to make sure she arrived safely.
“Just finishing our hot milk,” Angelina murmured.
“I’m going along to Number Five now.” Mallory raised both hands and shoved back her unruly auburn locks. “But I hope you’ll drop by and visit tomorrow.”
“Everything’s settled?”
