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Автор Ferrarella Marie
“What’s that?”
Belatedly Sullivan remembered the letter he had asked his lawyer to draft. But he had instructed the man to show it to him first, not mail it. “You weren’t supposed to get this now. ”
“Then when?” she demanded. “Just when is a good time to tell me that you intend to rip this child out of my arms no matter what?”
“Marlene,” he began, then stopped. Given the situation, he would have expected her to be turning red. But she was a very deathly shade of white. “You’re turning pale. ” Sullivan grabbed her arm as Marlene’s knees suddenly buckled beneath her. “What is it?” he demanded.
“I don’t know. ” She was bewildered. “I—” Her eyes flew open. “Oh, my God. ”
And then he saw what had caused her to gasp. “Marlene…I think your water broke. ”
Marie Ferrarella earned a master’s degree in Shakespearean comedy, and, perhaps as a result, her writing is distinguished by humor and natural dialogue. This RITA® Award-winning author’s goal is to entertain and to make people laugh and feel good. She has written over one hundred books for Silhouette, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide and have been translated into Spanish, Italian, German, Russian, Polish, Japanese and Korean.
Baby’s First Christmas
Marie Ferrarella
To Isabel Swift, Leslie Wainger, Tara Gavin, Anne Canadeo, Lucia Macro & Melissa Senate. Thank you for letting me do this.
Love, Marie
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 One
“W hat do you mean, you don’t have it?”
Sullivan Travis’s voice thundered off the small office’s glass walls, filtering out into the stark white reception area of the Hawley-Richman Institute. All sorts of horrifying ramifications occurred to him as he looked at the lab coat clad technician. There had to be some mistake.
“If you don’t have it, where is it? Is it lost?” If it was lost, no one could use it, he reasoned. He began to relax. Lost. All right, that would be the end of it, then.
The young woman looked up at him, torn between being annoyed and being intimidated. The tall, dark-haired man on the other side of her desk had a commanding presence that unnerved her. She eyed the security buzzer on the underside of her desk. They didn’t get many irate people at the sperm bank. At least, none since she’d been there, but there was a guard on duty just in case. She wondered if this was going to be that kind of “case. ”
He was literally leaning over her desk. In an effort to keep things calm, she rose, shoving her hands deep into her pockets so he wouldn’t notice that they were shaking. Martha Riley cleared her voice and tried to sound official.
“It’s been used, Mr. Travis. ” What had he thought they would do with his “donation”? After all, he had been paid for his contribution. It was the Institute’s property now, not his.
