Be My Baby

  “Amelia, thank God you’re still here,” Mac called.

  “What did you need,” she said.

  “I need you,” he replied.

  Mia managed to keep from choking at his reply. “Pardon me?”

  “Not you, your help,” he corrected himself. “Get in the car, please?”

  “But—”

  “Please, Amelia?”

  There was something in his voice that told Mia that now was not the time to argue or taunt him. Something was wrong. She waddled her well-layered self toward the car, and as she got closer she heard noise. Lots of noise. It wasn’t music. Or if it was, it was the most awful music ever.

  It sounded like—

  A baby.

  A crying baby.

  Larry Mackenzie had a crying baby in his back seat.

  Other Perry Square Titles:

  A Day Late and a Bride Short

  #1553

  Dad Today, Groom Tomorrow

  #1683

  Dear Reader,

  Whether our heroes are flirting with their best friends or taking care of adorable tots, their stories of falling for the right woman are sure to melt your heart. Don’t miss one magical moment of this month’s collection from Silhouette Romance.

  Carolyn Zane begins THE BRUBAKER BRIDES miniseries by introducing us to the first of three Texas-bred sisters, in Virginia’s Getting Hitched (SR #1730). Dr. Virginia Brubaker knows the secret to a long-lasting relationship: compatibility. But one sexy, irreverent ranch hand has a different theory all together…that he hopes to test on the prim but not-so-proper doctor!

  In Just Between Friends (SR #1731), the latest emotion-packed tale from Julianna Morris, a handsome contractor rescues his well-to-do best friend by agreeing to marry her—for a year. But he doesn’t know about her little white lie—for them, she’s always wanted more than friendship.…

  Prince Perfect always answers the call of duty…to his sons and to his kingdom. But his beautiful nanny tempts him to let go of his inhibitions and give in to the call of the heart. Find out if this bachelor dad will make the perfect husband, in Falling for Prince Federico (SR #1732) by Nicole Burnham.

  The newest title from Holly Jacobs, Be My Baby (SR #1733), promises a rollicking good time! When a carefree single guy finds a baby on his doorstep, he’s sure things couldn’t get worse—until he’s stranded in a snowstorm with his annoyingly attractive receptionist. With sparks flying, they’re guaranteed to stay warm!

  Sincerely,

  Mavis C. Allen

  Associate Senior Editor

  Be My Baby

  Holly Jacobs

  This one is for Larry who, although we’ve never met,

  has great taste in taco joints and in sisters! It’s also for

  Allison, with many thanks for everything—it was a joy

  working with you. Finally for Rachel,

  who doesn’t pop her gum, but does great nails!

  Books by Holly Jacobs

  Silhouette Romance

  *Do You Hear What I Hear? #1557

  *A Day Late and a Bride Short #1653

  *Dad Today, Groom Tomorrow #1683

  *Be My Baby #1733

  HOLLY JACOBS

  can’t remember a time when she didn’t read…and read a lot. Writing her own stories just seemed a natural outgrowth of that love. Reading, writing, chauffeuring kids to and from activities makes for a busy life. But it’s one she wouldn’t trade for any other.

  Holly lives in Erie, Pennsylvania, with her husband, four children and a one-hundred-and-eighty-pound Old English mastiff. In her “spare” time, Holly loves hearing from her fans. You can write to her at P.O. Box 11102, Erie, PA 16514-1102 or visit her Web site at www.HollysBooks.com.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  “The forecast for Erie, Pennsylvania, calls for lake-effect snow. We’re expecting anywhere from twelve to more than eighteen inches in the snowbelt tonight. Just another snowy Erie winter. It’s good to know that some things never change…”

  Change.

  Amelia Gallagher switched off the radio with a bit more force than was required. She could do with a change. But it looked like what she was getting was more snow.

  A lot more snow.

  “If you keep glaring like that, you’re going to scare away the paying customers,” Larry Mackenzie said as he walked into Wagner, McDuffy, Chambers and Donovan law firm.

  She watched him as he stomped his feet on the entryway floor, leaving a small pile of snow on the carpet.

  Mac was easy on the eyes. As a matter of fact, some might say the phrase tall, dark and handsome had been invented with him in mind. But Amelia knew the truth. Her mother used to say pretty is as pretty does, and what Larry Mackenzie did best was annoy her.

  Of course, she did her best to annoy him right back.

  He didn’t feel the name Larry inspired the type of confidence an attorney should inspire, so he preferred being called Mac, which is precisely why Amelia said, “Larry—”

  “Mac,” he corrected her for the millionth time.

  Amelia hid a smile as she continued. “You’re making a mess on the floor and I’m not cleaning it up.”

  He scowled, which cheered her considerably.

  She handed him a number of memos. “You’ve had three messages from a Kim Lindsay while you were at court. She says to call her right away.”

  He glanced at the top paper she handed him and studied the name a moment. “Lindsay…Kim Lindsay? It doesn’t ring a bell. Did she say what it was about?”

  Amelia shrugged. “Listen, I just take the messages, I don’t get an autobiography. You probably met her at a bar last week and have forgotten her already.”

  “The only bar I attended was a Bar Mitzvah for Mark’s kid.”

  “Funny, Larry.”

  That was the thing about Larry Mackenzie—he thought he was funny.

  Come to think of it, most people agreed with him. But Amelia didn’t, although she could think of a number of descriptions she did feel suited him.

  Annoying.

  Egotistical.

  Frustrating.

  Cavalier.

  Annoying…oh, she’d already thought that.

  Gorgeous, if a woman was into superficial looks…which Amelia wasn’t. It’s just sometimes she forgot she wasn’t and couldn’t help but enjoy the view.

  Like right now, as he stood, laughing because he thought he’d verbally bested her with his Bar Mitzvah comment…if he was anyone else, she’d have to say that twinkle of humor in his eye was endearing.

  But endearing wasn’t one of the words she’d ever use to describe Larry Mackenzie.

  To clear her head of such inappropriate thoughts, she stared at the puddle he left on the floor with his unstomped shoes.

  There. She felt better.

  Larry was annoying.

  Egotistical.

  She sighed as she realized that she was just recycling terms. She’d just have to spend the rest of her day thinking up other appropriate adjectives—non-gorgeous ones—to describe Larry Mackenzie. It wouldn’t do to run out of them if she needed them.

  “Listen, if you can’t manage calling me Mac, maybe you should call me Mr. Mackenzie?”

  “Or maybe I should simply call you—”

  She couldn’t think of a barb to end the sentence with, but thankfully, Larry would never know because at the moment, Elias Donovan, the firm’s newest partner, walked into the building and
said, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, kids. If you’re going to fight, I’m going to have to put you in separate corners.”

  He’d kicked off most of the snow outside on the steps, which was considerate, unlike some people who didn’t care how much work they made for others.

  “Separate is always good, at least when it comes to Larry and me,” she said.

  Mac, without saying another word, stalked up the stairs toward his office.

  “Do you have to pick on him like that?” Donovan asked.

  “No. I also don’t have to floss every day, but I like my teeth and hope to keep them, so I do. Just like I enjoy needling Mac and would hate to lose my edge.”

  Donovan laughed as he started up the stairs to his office. He turned and added, “In case I forget later, call me if you need a ride Monday, okay? Your car won’t make it out of the drive if the storm hits.”

  “Thanks, Donovan,” Amelia said.

  Donovan was a nice guy…unlike some other people in this firm.

  Why, Mac wouldn’t care if she got stuck somewhere between home and work, but Donovan did. He’d just purchased a new four-wheel-drive truck last fall and had given her rides on a few of the worst days between then and now.

  Of course, it helped that she was good friends with his wife, Sarah. Sarah worried about her and probably told Donovan to ask. But it didn’t matter who told him, Donovan was a nice guy who was right, her car wouldn’t make it if the storm hit.

  Amelia’s old car was on its last legs—or tires as the case may be. But she’d just paid her brother’s last tuition payment, and as soon as she could save up a down payment, she was going to celebrate by buying a new car.

  Brand new.

  Something that had that new car smell.

  Cloth seats at the very least.

  Maybe even leather.

  Her friend, Libby, had just bought a new car with automatic ignition and electric seat-warmers. Just push a little button from the warmth of your house, and then walk out five minutes later to a warm car and warm seats.

  Oh, the utter decadent luxury of it all.

  Soon Amelia would save enough money to get something like it. After years of taking care of other people, she would finally be able to concentrate on what she wanted.

  Their dad had left them when Amelia was young, not that he’d ever really been with them, even when he still lived at home.

  She hadn’t mourned her father’s leaving. But her mom…when she had died, Amelia thought her heart would break. She was only twenty-one, but knew what she had to do. She dropped out of college and took over as head of the family. Her brothers deserved all the breaks she could give them.

  After scrimping and scraping for the last six years to get both Marty and Ryan through college, she was now a financially independent woman. She’d spent her life looking after people, now all she had to do was look after herself. She could do all the things she’d always dreamed of.

  At least, she could if she could figure them out.

  Maybe she’d go back to school. Maybe she’d take up skydiving. Maybe…

  There was a world of opportunity out there. A new car with seat-warmers was just the start. Life was just waiting for Amelia Gallagher to discover it.

  No, not Amelia.

  That was a name that sounded weighted with responsibilities.

  Mia.

  Her family had always called her Mia when she was younger. When she was carefree. Somewhere along the line they’d stopped and she’d become Amelia.

  Amelia. The responsible one. The one who took care of things…who took care of the rest of them.

  Well, she was carefree again and she would soon discover what that meant. She was Mia again. Amelia might not know just what she was going to do, but Mia was going to figure it out.

  Annoying attorneys forgotten, Mia continued to fantasize about all the things she could do now, starting with the car she was going to buy soon.

  Very soon.

  “This is just a stop-gap measure, Mr. Mackenzie. You’ll have to decide soon, very soon.”

  “Legally, it’s my right.” Mac didn’t know many things—and at this moment, the biggest thing he didn’t know was what he was doing—but he knew the law.

  “I don’t know if exercising that right is in the best interest of the child, and that’s all that concerns me,” Ms. Lindsay said, giving him a look that clearly stated that she was positive Mac couldn’t handle the job.

  “Her mother named me guardian, and as such, it’s up to me to worry about Katie’s upbringing.”

  He was responsible. The thought scared Mac to the very core of his being, and he was man enough to admit it. At least to himself.

  He was responsible for a baby.

  He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about her, but he was sure he wouldn’t drop the ball…not like his parents had.

  He slammed the door shut on that thought.

  He wouldn’t mess things up for this baby like his parents messed things up for him.

  It wasn’t as if it was a life-long commitment. He would find her a home—a loving, dependable adoptive home with people who would love her and always be there for her—and that would be that.

  It amazed him how much things had changed in just one short hour.

  Just sixty minutes ago he’d returned Kim Lindsay’s call. Of all the things he’d expected, this wasn’t even the glimmer of a possibility. And yet, here he was, standing in the middle of Esther Thomas’s living room with the mysterious Kim Lindsay.

  She wasn’t someone he’d met and forgotten as Amelia had suggested. Leave it to Amelia to always suspect the worst of him. Just this once, he wished she’d been right. It would be so much easier if Kim Lindsay was just another person he’d met and could forget. But no, Ms. Lindsay was a social worker assigned to his case.

  Not his case, but Katie O’Keefe’s case. It had been Kim Lindsay’s job to find out if the infant had any relatives to care for her and to make arrangements if she didn’t.

  Katie O’Keefe didn’t have any relatives, but she had Mac.

  Her guardian.

  He was responsible for the baby. That was something Ms. Lindsay was having problems remembering.

  “I already have a foster home lined up for her,” Ms. Lindsay said. “The super let me into Marion’s apartment and I found your name as her emergency contact.”

  “Not an emergency contact, a guardian. I’ve shown you copies of all the papers.” He was glad that he’d thought to bring them.

  “And you told me that you never imagined it would come to this, that you don’t know the first thing about babies, and don’t plan on keeping her. If that’s the case—”

  “I’d be willing to keep her, for a fee. Just enough to cover the costs,” Esther Thomas wheedled.

  Mac looked at Marion O’Keefe’s neighbor. She looked frail with age, hardly able to take care of herself, much less a baby.

  “No,” he said, his response was quickly echoed by the social worker. They exchanged conspiratorial smiles. They might not agree on where Katie O’Keefe should stay, but they obviously had no trouble agreeing it wasn’t here.

  “I mean,” Mac said when the old woman scowled, “while I appreciate all you’ve done for Katie, her mother wanted me to care for her, and that’s just what I’m going to do.”

  “Ms. Thomas, would you excuse us a moment?” Ms. Lindsay asked.

  “Yeah, whatever. Her mother never wanted me to baby-sit either, as if I can’t take care of a baby…” The older woman wandered down the hall, muttering to herself.

  Ms. Lindsay studied a file.

  Mac recognized the move. He often employed it himself. Looking at the file gave her a feeling of authority, reminding both of them that she was in charge.

  Mac waited to see what her next argument was.

  He didn’t have to wait long.

  She looked up from the chart and met his gaze. Before she could say anything he said, “I’m taking her with me. After all, it’s just shor
t-term. Her mother trusted me with her care.”

  “Tell me again how that came about?”

  “Ms. O’Keefe didn’t have any family. The baby’s father died before she was born. Marion wanted to see to it her daughter never ended up in a foster home. She knew she needed a guardian, someone to see to the baby’s future in case anything happened. She’d read about some of my cases, and knew that I’d been instrumental in arranging a few adoptions.”

  Mac did pro-bono work for Our Home, a nonprofit agency that tried to place special needs children into adoptive families. But he didn’t work with the children personally and he’d never served as anyone’s guardian.

  He should have told the woman no. It was legal in Pennsylvania for a lawyer to serve as guardian, but rare. He should have simply said no.

  Mac had been ready to do just that. But when Marion O’Keefe had come to his office she’d seemed so alone as she told him her story. And despite his best intentions, he empathized. He knew what that felt like to have no one to turn to.

  She’d looked at him, her need apparent in her eyes. “There’s no one else to ask, Mr. Mackenzie. I wouldn’t expect you to raise her, but you’ve done adoption cases, worked with a lot of kids. You’d find her a good home.”

  “Her?” he’d asked.

  “Her. I had a sonogram. It’s a girl.” Marion had smiled then and run her hand lightly across her stomach, a small caress filled with love.

  That’s when he realized he couldn’t say no.

  The memory still hit Mac hard. At that moment he’d envied the unborn baby. Her mother had wanted her so much. Marion O’Keefe had loved her child before she was even born. She’d worried about the baby’s future and had trusted him to see to that future if she couldn’t.

  In the end, he didn’t have the heart to refuse her request. He’d agreed to act as her unborn child’s guardian if anything should happen to her, and then dismissed the entire incident. After all, Marion O’Keefe had been young and seemed healthy. No one could have predicted the aneurism that had taken her life.

  Mac felt a stab of sorrow for the woman’s passing, for the baby who would never know how loved she’d been before she was even born.