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  He’d do anything for his son...

  ...Including returning to the town he left behind.

  Valentine Bay’s the perfect place for real estate developer Roman Marek to raise his infant son. But when he snaps up the charming local theater, he doesn’t bargain for tempestuous director Hailey Bravo. Hailey won’t let Roman wreck the thing she holds most dear—and she’s certainly gotten under Roman’s notoriously thick skin. As the duo spar and sparks fly, Roman’s surprised to find that Hailey’s the perfect missing piece for his family. But how can he convince her that this partnership’s for keeps?

  New York Times Bestselling Author Christine Rimmer

  “So you enjoy torturing yourself?” And me, too, she thought but didn’t say.

  He was staring at her mouth. “Every time you speak, I want to bite your lips. They’re so soft and pink...”

  She considered making the move herself, just leaning in and taking his mouth. Not kissing him was torture for her, too.

  However, she had to agree with him. Keeping a tight rein on this pull she felt toward him held its own special kind of excitement.

  And they were moving too fast, anyway. Already, he’d sort of proposed and she’d suggested they jump right into bed.

  Really, they could both stand to show a little restraint.

  “Is your mom home?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I like your mom. Let’s go in.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “She likes you, too. She’ll monopolize you and say things that embarrass me. I’d rather keep you all to myself, at least for tonight.”

  “If we’re not going in, why are we here?”

  “I thought we could go for a walk down on the beach...”

  THE BRAVOS OF VALENTINE BAY: They’re finding love—and having babies!—in the Pacific Northwest

  Dear Reader,

  Do you love a true alpha hero—or is that just me?

  You know the kind of man I mean—the all-man sort of man, one who takes care of what’s his and can too easily be overbearing and dominating. The alpha hero is that larger-than-life guy, protective and loving in action, if not always in words. He’s the guy who sweeps in to save the day—whether the heroine actually needs saving or not.

  Real estate developer Roman Marek is an alpha hero. He’s also a dedicated single dad who has moved back to his hometown of Valentine Bay, Oregon, to give his eleven-month-old son a safe small-town start in life. Roman wants a wife to make his family complete. But he’s tried twice at marriage and both ended badly. Now he’s determined to steer clear of romantic entanglements...

  Until he meets Hailey Bravo, who is as strong-willed, capable and tough as Roman. She is every bit as dominant as he is. Hailey runs the show in her world and she’s not going to be pushed into doing something just because Roman wants it, no matter how much she cares for him.

  It’s a case of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object. Sparks fly from the first. I love everything about these two characters. And trying to take them all the way to their own special happily-ever-after was a big job. I hope Hailey and Roman’s story gets your heart racing, makes you laugh, and also has you gritting your teeth at a thickheaded man who has trouble getting out of his own way when it comes to true love.

  Happy reading, everyone,

  Christine

  Home for the Baby’s Sake

  Christine Rimmer

  Christine Rimmer came to her profession the long way around. She tried everything from acting to teaching to telephone sales. Now she’s finally found work that suits her perfectly. She insists she never had a problem keeping a job—she was merely gaining “life experience” for her future as a novelist. Christine lives with her family in Oregon. Visit her at christinerimmer.com.

  Books by Christine Rimmer

  Harlequin Special Edition

  The Bravos of Valentine Bay

  Almost a Bravo

  Same Time, Next Christmas

  Switched at Birth

  A Husband She Couldn’t Forget

  The Right Reason to Marry

  Their Secret Summer Family

  The Bravos of Justice Creek

  James Bravo’s Shotgun Bride

  Ms. Bravo and the Boss

  A Bravo for Christmas

  Montana Mavericks: What Happened to Beatrix?

  In Search of the Long-Lost Maverick

  Montana Mavericks: Six Brides for Six Brothers

  Her Favorite Maverick

  Montana Mavericks: The Lonelyhearts Ranch

  A Maverick to (Re)Marry

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  For MSR, always.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Excerpt from Secrets of Forever by Marie Ferrarella

  Chapter One

  On a balmy afternoon in early September, Roman Marek stood on the sidewalk at the corner of Carmel Street and Pacific Lane in Valentine Bay, Oregon. His hands in his pockets, he scowled at the excess of arches and scrollwork adorning the facade of the building directly in front of him.

  The Valentine Bay Theatre was nothing short of a nightmare—at least, to Roman it was. He’d made his fortune in Las Vegas real estate and he had a definite preference for efficient, light-filled, modern spaces. The last thing he would ever invest in was a run-down, century-old theater in the Venetian Gothic style.

  But invest in it he had—in fact, he’d bought the damn thing outright. His mother had insisted. And Roman Marek would do just about anything for his mother. He loved her and he owed her.

  As for her ridiculous fondness for the old theater, when Roman was a kid, his mom used to bring him here to watch second-run movies and attend community events. She looked back on those days through rose-colored glasses. And that was why, a few weeks ago, when Sasha learned that the elderly owner had died and the heirs wanted to get rid of it, she had demanded that Roman buy the place.

  Buy it, he had. And now he needed to decide what the hell to do with it.

  To him, a wrecking ball seemed the most effective solution to the problem—just knock it down and build something better. But demolition wasn’t going to fly with his mother. To keep Sasha happy, the building would need to remain standing and to retain at least a semblance of its original design.

  As Roman glared at his recent acquisition and continued to consider his limited options, a skinny guy in khakis and a plaid shirt strode past the ticket booth and went inside.

  With a shrug, Roman followed. Might as well have a good look around, get a better idea of what he was up against.

  He entered a lobby that was pretty much as expected, with an aged maroon-and-black carpet in a dizzying pattern of interconnected medallions. There were lots of arches, fussy plaster moldings and several Tuscan pillars marching relentlessly toward the back wall. Curving stairs topped with fussy ironwork led up to the balcony.

  The good news? Though the air smelled kind of stale, he detected no odor of mold or mildew. He might get lucky and not have to call in a mold abatement crew.

  Roman found his way into the backstage area and saw that there was some kind of planning meeting happening out on
the stage itself. There were a couple of hot blondes and a few long-winded middle-aged people, all of them sitting in a circle in folding chairs. He eavesdropped without shame as they droned on about a Festival of Fall Revue, a haunted house and a Christmas show—community events, complete money wasters, as far as Roman was concerned. Unfortunately, the former owner had signed on for them and it was part of the deal that Roman would honor those commitments.

  Thus, the upcoming events were money wasters Roman could do nothing about. It would be the first of the year before he could get going on his plans to make something useful of this musty pile of concrete and stone.

  He stood in the shadows behind a narrow black velour drape, watching the meeting, unnoticed, for several minutes—and not because he was interested in community events.

  One of the hot blondes had caught his eye. She wore green shorts and a white shirt and had a pretty face—a gentle oval with wide-set eyes, a small chin and a delicately shaped, shell-pink mouth. The other hot blonde was pretty, too, her face more angular, her pale hair even longer. He would guess that the two of them were sisters, possibly fraternal twins. But he liked the one in the green shorts the best.

  As if it mattered in the least.

  Shaking off the weird spell the pretty blonde had cast on him, Roman turned away and continued his self-guided tour of the property. Come the new year, when he could finally boot the theater people and community boosters out, he wanted to know where he was going with the building, to have everything in order to start ripping out walls.

  The more he looked around, the better he felt about the situation. It could have been so much worse. The place needed a boatload of work, but it wasn’t a bad space. And it was big. He explored the warren of rooms backstage and the large storage and docking area at the rear of the building.

  The property could be a killer boutique hotel. Valentine Bay had a burgeoning tourist trade. When the transformation was complete, Roman would have the out-of-towners lining up for a chance to stay here. Already, he was envisioning the extensive remodel that would keep a sense of the old theater and yet be streamlined, modern and welcoming to hotel guests.

  By the time he returned to the backstage area, only one hot blonde remained—the one he liked, in the green shorts. Everyone else had cleared out. She was busy on a tablet. Her thick, straight platinum hair fell forward to mask her face as she bent over the tablet on her lap, typing out notes or maybe an email.

  He hesitated offstage again, watching her, smiling a little at the tender curve of her back, the way she had her knees braced together supporting the tablet, her lower legs apart, ankles wrapped around the chair legs. She wore battered Converse All Stars and she was so damn cute, even with her sweet face obscured by her hair.

  He should move the hell on. But some random impulse held him in place, had him hoping that maybe she would glance over her shoulder and spot him, give him an opening to find out her name.

  Just as he was about to give it up and turn away, a tall, gangly dude appeared from the wings on the opposite side of the stage. Roman remembered him, the guy in the plaid shirt, the one he’d followed inside.

  “Hailey,” said the lanky guy. He had a distinctive voice, low and commanding for a man his size. “At last, I have you alone.” He sounded like the villain in some tacky old-time melodrama. All he needed was a tall black hat and a greasy mustache to twirl.

  The blonde was not impressed. She didn’t even bother to look up as she waved a dismissing hand. “Doug. Don’t you have levels to check in the light booth or something?”

  “When are you going to let me take you to dinner?”

  Her focus still on her tablet, the blonde muttered, “Don’t even go there.”

  “I can’t seem to help myself.” Doug moved clear of the wings and onto the stage.

  “I mean it, Doug. Don’t.”

  But Doug was nothing if not persistent. He took another step. “There’s always been such powerful energy between us. Remember senior year? The Crucible? I was John Proctor and you were the feisty, wild, troublesome, angry and headstrong young Abigail...”

  The blonde did look up then. Roman watched her spine draw straight. Shaking her head, she stood and set her tablet on the chair. “You need to just give it up. You get that, right?”

  Doug put a bony hand to his heart. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it—bam! Like a bolt of lightning every time our eyes meet. I promise you, no one else ever has to know.” He moved in close to the blonde named Hailey.

  And then he reached for her.

  Roman didn’t even realize that he’d let out a low growl until he’d already started to her rescue—only to halt when she grabbed Doug’s arm and kicked his legs out from under him.

  Doug let out a shout of surprise as he landed on his ass at her feet, center stage. “Ouch,” he whined. His wounded expression was pretty damn comical. Groaning a little, he dragged himself upright again, one hand at his back. “That was just mean.”

  Hailey scoffed. “You’ll live—and you should know better.”

  “There are names I could call you,” Doug grumbled.

  “Just don’t try that again. You’ll end up back on your butt.”

  With a low, derisive sound, Doug turned and limped off the way he’d come.

  “It’s called harassment, Doug, and you need to quit it,” Hailey called to his retreating back. “You come on to me again, I’m giving Mariette a call.”

  “Leave my wife out of this,” Doug grumbled as he disappeared into the wings on the other side of the stage.

  Thoroughly entertained, Roman let out a chuckle.

  The blonde whirled to face him. He was close enough to her now to see that her wide eyes were a gorgeous lavender blue.

  He put up both hands. “Sorry. I saw what was happening and I hung around in case you needed backup.”

  She regarded him warily. “Who are you?”

  “Roman Marek.” He tipped his head toward the spot where Doug went down. “That was impressive. You have to do that often?”

  She studied him for a slow count of five, apparently trying to assess if he was any kind of threat. He knew he was in the clear when she scoffed and flipped her hair back over her shoulders with both hands. “Please. Men never come on to me. I tend to give off an antirelationship vibe.”

  He dared to move out onto the stage. “Oh, I don’t think Doug was looking for a relationship.”

  She laughed then. It was a husky, inviting sound. “I’m Hailey Bravo.”

  The Bravo family was well-known in Valentine Bay. “I went to school here in town. Same grade as a guy named Connor Bravo.”

  “Connor’s my brother—he’s third-born, after Daniel and Matthias.”

  “I remember Matthias, too.” Surly and usually high on weed or something stronger, that was how Roman remembered Matt Bravo.

  Hailey seemed to sense the direction of his thoughts. “Matt was not a happy guy in high school.” A smile bloomed on those pretty pink lips. “But about two years ago, he got married. He moved up near Astoria to live with his wife on her family farm. He is happy now—you know, the wonder of true love and all that.”

  “I’m sure,” Roman said with a shrug, though he wasn’t. He’d been married twice. Both times, it had ended badly.

  A frown wrinkled Hailey’s smooth forehead. “You don’t look all that sure.”

  He frowned back at her. “Of what?”

  “Love, Roman Marek. Love.”

  On the contrary, he was sure about love—sure that he wanted nothing to do with it. And he should get going. But he liked Hailey Bravo. She seemed so self-possessed and confident. She’d put that Doug character on the floor without breaking a sweat. Plus, she was very easy on the eyes.

  “So where are you in the Bravo family birth order?” he asked.

  “I was born seventh.”

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p; “That makes you how old?”

  “You ask a lot of questions, Roman.”

  He gave her a lazy shrug. “I’m a curious guy.”

  “I’m twenty-five.”

  He was thirty-two. And he found himself thinking that seven years was an acceptable age difference between him and a woman he might possibly get involved with. Not that it mattered. He had no plans to get involved with any woman anytime soon. “As I recall, there are a lot of you Bravos, aren’t there?”

  “Ten total, nine by blood.”

  He wasn’t following. “You mean one of you is adopted?”

  “No. One of us was switched at birth, so there’s the switched sibling and the sibling we grew up with. The one we grew up with is a sibling, too. So that makes ten.”

  He eyed her sideways. “You’re blowing smoke.”

  “Nope. It’s true. One of us was switched at birth.”

  “Which one?”

  “I can’t tell you which one.” She put a finger to her lips and whispered, “It’s a family secret.”

  “Why?”

  “Reasons, Roman. Reasons I’m not at liberty to disclose.”

  “You’re very mysterious.” And charming. And so damn cute.

  “Not mysterious at all. Not really.” As he watched, her sweet mouth turned down at the corners and those fine eyes seemed sad. “We lost Finn years and years ago—he’s sixth-born, two years older than me. He vanished on a family trip to Russia.”

  Roman vaguely remembered the story of Finn Bravo’s disappearance. It had happened when Roman was twelve or maybe thirteen, four or five years after he and his mother had fled the only other home he’d ever known, stopping for the night in Valentine Bay. And somehow, never moving on.

  Come to think of it, the Bravo parents had died on another trip a couple of years after they lost Finn, hadn’t they? Both stories had made the local newspaper.

  “We’re still searching for Finn.” Hailey tipped her pretty chin high.

  Roman gave her a long, slow perusal, from the top of her blonde head to the toes of her All Stars—because it gave him pleasure to do so. “I hope you find him someday.”