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  CHRISTINE RIMMER

  A BRAVO CHRISTMAS REUNION

  SPECIAL EDITION

  Published by Silhouette Books

  America’s Publisher of Contemporary Romance

  For Betty Lowe, lifelong friend

  and loyal reader,

  what endures is the laughter,

  the caring,

  the sharing.

  In the end, there is always

  Love.

  contents

  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 One

  Marcus Reid knew damn well that he should stay away from Hayley Bravo. Far, far away.

  Since she dumped him and left Seattle, he’d worked harder than ever, rising before dawn to push his body to the limit in his personal gym, burning the midnight oil at the office, driving himself to exhaustion every day. Evenings when he didn’t have to be at his corporate headquarters, he kept himself good and busy. He dated, making it a point to get out more—with gorgeous, attentive, appreciative women. Women more glamorous than Hayley, women more sophisticated than Hayley. Agreeable women. Women who had sense enough not to ask the impossible of him.

  Yeah. It had taken him months to get over Hayley. A lot longer, if you wanted the hard truth, than he’d expected. Getting over Hayley had turned out to be one hell of a job. Almost as hard as dealing with his ex-wife Adriana’s final desertion.

  But he’d managed it.

  Or so he kept telling himself. He was over Hayley. Done. Finished.

  So why was he standing on the doorstep of her Sacramento apartment on that cold evening in mid-December?

  Since Marcus had no intention of answering that particular question, he banished it from his mind with a shake of his head.

  The complex she lived in was perfectly ordinary, built around a central courtyard, the boxy units accessed from outside. Low to midrange in price, he would guess. She’d lived a lot better when she worked for him. He’d seen to it. Not only a fat salary, but a big expense account and a luxury car, compliments of his company, Kaffe Central. And then there were the gifts he’d showered on her….

  Now she was on her own, she’d be watching her budget. That bothered him, the thought of her pinching pennies to get along. Though their relationship had ended, some part of him still wanted to take care of her.

  Light glowed in the window to the left of her door. Through the partly open blinds, he could see she had put up a Christmas tree. And he could hear music, faintly. A Christmas song?

  Hayley was into the Christmas crap big-time. Strings of lights twined on the railing of her second floor landing, where she’d made herself a sort of patio with a couple of wicker chairs and a wooden crate for a table. A miniature tree, tiny lights twinkling, topped the crate—and he was stalling, checking out her Christmas decorations instead of getting on with it.

  Time to make a move. Ring the bell. Or get the hell out of there.

  He sucked in a big breath, lifted his hand and gave her doorbell a punch.

  After a few never-ending seconds, the door swung wide. The music from inside swelled louder: “White Christmas.”

  And there she was, the light from behind her haloing her red hair. Those eyes that managed to be blue and gray and green all at once went wide with surprise. And a bright smile died unborn on that mouth that he’d loved to kiss.

  “Marcus!” Her expression was not encouraging. Far from it. She looked…pained. Slightly panicked, even. She brought her hand to her mouth and then lowered it—to her stomach.

  He tracked the movement, watched as her palm settled on the round shape of her belly, fingers curving gently. Protectively. He stared at her pale hand and the roundness beneath it, trying to accept what he saw.

  It was…enormous, her stomach. It looked as if she had a beach ball tucked in there, beneath the tentlike red sweater she wore.

  Too stunned to fake politeness, he shut his gaping mouth—and then opened it again to accuse roughly, “You’re pregnant.” He lifted his gaze and met her eyes again.

  She was frowning, more worried now than panicked. “Marcus. Are you okay? You look—”

  “I’m fine.” Outright lie. His stomach churned, spurting acid. He needed to hit someone. Preferably whatever bastard had dared to put his hands on her, to do that to her.

  God. Hayley with some other guy, having that other guy’s baby…

  It didn’t seem possible. He couldn’t believe it.

  At the same time as he knew this couldn’t be happening, some rational part of his mind saw clearly the ridiculousness of his disbelief. Why the hell wouldn’t she be with some other guy? Some guy who made her happy. Some guy who loved her and cherished her and wanted to make a family with her….

  “White Christmas” ended. Bells jingled as “Winter Wonderland” came next.

  “Marcus…” She reached out a hesitant hand. “Please come in and—”

  He cut her off by moving back just slightly, out of the way of her touch.

  “Oh, Marcus…” She looked at him with what might have been pity.

  He wanted to shout at her then, tell her loud and clear that she never, ever had to feel sorry for him. But he didn’t shout. Far from it. Instead, he said what he’d planned to say. He doled out the stock phrases, just to show her that finding her big as a house with some other guy’s kid didn’t affect him in the least.

  “I’m in town on business. Thought I’d stop by, see how you’re doing….”

  She wrapped her arms around herself, resting them on that impossible belly, and looked at him steadily. Now those eyes of hers looked sad. “I’m all right.”

  He parodied a smile. “Great. Did I catch you having dinner?”

  She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

  He craned to the side, hoping to see beyond her into the apartment. “Your, uh, husband home?”

  She took forever to answer. Finally, so gently, she told him, “No, Marcus.”

  He waited, his gaze on her face, carefully not glancing down again at her bulging stomach.

  Finally she heaved a big sigh. “Look. Are you coming in or not?”

  “Yeah.”

  She stepped back. He crossed the threshold. She shut the door, closing the two of them in that apartment together.

  The place was small. Straight ahead a hallway led into shadow. To the right was a narrow kitchen with a tiny two-seater table. On the left was the living room area. There, the brightly lighted tree already had a pile of festively wrapped presents beneath it. The TV cabinet dripped garland and fake red berries. She even had a Nativity scene on one of the side tables.

  Leave it to Hayley to do Christmas full out. Last December, she’d…

  But he wasn’t going to think about last December. Last December was gone. Over. Done. He was only here to say hi and wish her and her baby—and the guy, too, damn him to hell, whoever he was—a nice life.

  “Your coat,” she suggested softly, reaching out.

  He dodged her touch again. “It’s all right. I’ll keep it on.”

  She dropped her outstretched arm. “Okay.” It was her turn to fake a smile. “Well. Have a seat.” She indicated the blue couch in the living room. Obediently, he marched over there and sat down.

  “A drink?” she offered, still hovering there on the s
quare of tile that served as her entrance hall.

  He realized a drink sounded pretty damn good. He needed a drink at a moment like this. Something to numb his senses, blur his vision. Something to make it so he didn’t care that Hayley was having someone else’s kid. “Great. Thanks.”

  “Pepsi?”

  “No. A real drink. Anything but whiskey.”

  She blinked. She knew how he felt about booze, as a rule. “Well, sure. I think I’ve got some vodka around here. No tonic or anything, though…”

  “Vodka. Some ice. Whatever.”

  She turned toward the kitchen. He watched her in there as she got down a glass. She disappeared for a moment. He heard ice cubes clinking. And then she was back in his line of vision, glass in one hand, a bottle in the other. She poured the clear liquor over the ice, put the lid back on the bottle and came to him, that belly of hers leading the way.

  “Thanks,” he said, when she handed it over. He knocked it back in one swallow and held out the glass again. “Another.”

  She opened her beautiful mouth to speak—but he glared at her and she said nothing. Silent but for a sigh, she took the glass and waddled back to the counter, where she poured him a second one. She approached again and held out the glass. He took it. And then he watched with bleak fascination as she moved to a chair across from him and carefully lowered herself into it.

  The liquor, thankfully, had no smell. He considered knocking back the second glass. But he had a feeling if he did, it might just come right back up again. So he sipped the disgusting stuff slowly and told himself to be grateful that it had no more taste that it had smell, just a slight unpleasant oiliness on the tongue.

  She asked, her chin tipped high, “How did you know where I live?”

  “I kept track of you.” Did he sound like some stalker? He qualified, “Just your address. Your phone number…” It was nothing obsessive, he’d told himself. But he did feel a certain…responsibility for her. He’d hired someone to get her address and phone number after she left him.

  And about that phone number? More than once, when he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be home, he’d dialed that number, just to hear her voice on her answering machine and know that if he needed to get in touch with her again, he could.

  “I wanted to be sure,” he said, “that you were doing okay.”

  “Well.” She lifted both hands, as if to indicate everything around her—the cramped apartment, the blue couch he sat on, the tree in the window, the baby inside her. And the husband who wasn’t home yet. “Doing fine.”

  He should have had the guy he hired find out more. He would have gotten some advance warning about that other man, about the baby coming. If he’d known, he wouldn’t be here now, drinking vodka and looking like a fool.

  “Your husband…” he said, and then didn’t know how to go on.

  She shook her head. “Marcus, I—”

  “Stop.” He tipped his glass at her. “On second thought, I really don’t want to know.” Another gulp and the second drink was finished. So was he. He set the glass down and stood. “I can see you’re okay. That’s good. You have a great life.” He headed for the door.

  “Marcus. Wait—”

  But he wasn’t listening. Four long strides and he reached the door.

  As he yanked the door open, she called again, “Damn it, Marcus!” He shut the door behind him. Ignoring the sound of her calling after him, he made for the stairs, taking them two at a time, his throat tight and his chest aching.

  In under a minute, he was across the central courtyard of her apartment complex, out the wrought-iron gate to the street and behind the wheel of his rented Lexus. He stuck the key in the ignition and turned it over. The engine purred.

  But he didn’t pull out into traffic. Instead, he flopped back in the seat and stared blindly at the dark windshield, seeing not the night beyond, but Hayley staring back at him through solemn eyes. Hayley, coming toward him with that second drink he’d demanded, her huge stomach leading the way.

  She hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring.

  He sat up straighter. She’d quit her job as his assistant and left him in…May. Seven months ago.

  In his mind’s eye, he saw her answering the door again, her hand on her stomach. Her beach-ball-size stomach.

  Marcus was no expert on pregnancy. But didn’t she look further along than seven months? Really, she looked to him to be almost ready to have the kid…

  His heart slammed into his breastbone and his stomach rolled as the world seemed to tip on its axis.

  No ring on her ring finger. And the husband. He wasn’t there because…

  There was no husband.

  Marcus yanked the key from the ignition and got out of the car. He raced across the sidewalk and up the three stone steps to the gate.

  Which was locked.

  He swore, a harsh oath, though there was no one but the night to hear him. Earlier, he’d lucked out and slipped in behind a couple too busy groping each other to notice they had company as they entered the complex. Not this time. He stood at the gate alone. Muttering another bad word, he punched the button that went with Hayley’s apartment number.

  She answered immediately, as if she’d been waiting by the receiver for him to finally add two and two and come up with four. “Marcus.”

  “Is it mine?”

  By way of answer, she buzzed him in.

  She was waiting in her open doorway when he reached the top of the stairs. Waiting in silence. No Christmas music now.

  He asked, low, “Well?”

  And she nodded. Slowly. Deliberately.

  “And the husband?” he demanded. When she frowned as if puzzled, he clarified. “Is there a husband?”

  Her head went back and forth. No husband.

  He stared at her. He had absolutely zero idea what to do or say next.

  She gestured for him to come in. Moving on autopilot, he reentered her apartment. She indicated the blue couch. So he went over there and lowered his strangely numb body onto the cushions again.

  He watched as she reclaimed the blue chair, those ringless pale hands of hers gripping the chair arms. His gaze was hopelessly drawn to her belly. He tried to get his mind around the bizarre reality that she had his baby in there.

  His baby. His…

  “Oh, Marcus,” she said in a small voice at last. “I’m so—”

  He cut her off by showing her the flat of his palm. “You knew, didn’t you, when you left me? That’s why you left me. Because of the baby.”

  She shook her head.

  “What?” he demanded. “You’re telling me you didn’t know you were pregnant when you walked out on me?”

  “I knew. All right? I knew.” She pushed on the chair arms, as if she meant to rise. “Do we have to—?”

  “Yeah. We do.”

  She sank back to the chair. “This is totally unnecessary. Really. I’m not expecting anything of you.”

  “Just answer me. Did you leave me because you got pregnant?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Damn it. Either you did, or you didn’t.”

  She shut those shining eyes and sucked in a slow breath. When she looked at him again, she spoke with deliberate care. “I left because you didn’t love me and you didn’t want to marry me and you’d already told me, when we started in together, you made it so perfectly clear, that you would never get married again and you would never have children. I felt guilty, okay? For messing up and getting pregnant. But still, I wanted this baby. And that meant I couldn’t see it as anything but a losing proposition to hang around in Seattle waiting for you to feel responsible for me and this child I’m having, even though you didn’t want me and you don’t want a kid. It was lose-lose, as far as I could see. So I came home.”

  Her tone really grated on him. As if she was so noble, just walking away, telling him nothing. As if, somehow, he was the one in the wrong here. “You should have told me before you walked out on me. I had a damn right to know.�


  Spots of color stained her pale cheeks. She straightened her shoulders. “Of course I planned to tell you.”

  “When?”

  She glanced away. “It’s…arranged.”

  “Arranged.” He repeated the word. It made no sense to him. “Telling me I’m going to be a father is something you needed to arrange?”

  She let go of the chair arms just long enough to throw up both hands. Then she slapped them down again. Hard. “Look. I was stressed over it, all right? I admit I didn’t want to face you. But I have it set up so you would have known.”

  “You have it…set up?”

  “Isn’t that what I just said?”

  “Set up for when?”

  “As soon as the baby’s born. You were going to know then.”

  “You were planning to…call me from the hospital?”

  She swallowed. “Uh. Not exactly.”

  “Damn it, Hayley.” He glared at her.

  She curved a hand under her belly and snapped to her feet. “Come with me.”

  He stayed where he was and demanded, “Come where?”

  “Just come with me. Please.”

  “Hayley…”

  But she was already moving—and with surprising agility for someone so hugely pregnant. She zipped over and grabbed her bag, flung open the entry area closet and dragged a red wool coat from a hanger in there. She turned to him as she shrugged into the coat. “Where’s your car?”

  “Out in front, but I don’t—”

  “Are you drunk?”

  “Drunk? What the hell? Of course I’m not drunk.”

  “Okay.” She flipped her hair out from under the coat’s collar. “You can drive.”

  He muttered a string of swearwords as he rose and followed her into the cold, mist-shrouded night.

  Ten minutes later, she directed him to turn into the driveway of a green-shuttered white brick house on a quiet street lined with oaks and maples.

  He pulled in where she pointed, stopped the car and took the key from the ignition. “Who lives here?”

 

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