Reunited...with Child / One Month with the Magnate: Reunited...with Child. Michelle Celmer

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      “A toast to knowing what you want, and getting it.”

      “A toast,” Becca said.

      Cam looked at her like she was the very thing he wanted. That made her feel warm all over and she knew no matter how hard she tried to keep this tame, it wasn’t going to work. She wanted Cam. He was everything she liked in a man. She remembered the way they’d fit together when they’d made love, so perfectly, and she wanted him again.

      “I have a confession to make,” Cam said.

      “And that is?” she asked.

      “I’m going to kiss you before you get in the car tonight,” he said.

      She shivered and everything feminine in her came to attention.

      “I was planning to let you.”

      Dear Reader,

      I hope you have been enjoying meeting all the Stern brothers! Cam is up last and to be honest he was a hard nut to crack. So of course I had to find a little something unexpected to throw his way. And Cam handled it as I expected he would—with the same determination that he faces everything.

      Becca is the perfect foil for Cam. Where Cam relies on family and the bonds of community he’s created for his support, Becca is a lone wolf. She doesn’t know how to ask for outside help and pretty much expects to be left on her own no matter what happens in her life.

      I hope you enjoy this story!

      Happy reading,

      Katherine

      About the Author

      KATHERINE GARBERA is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than forty books. She’s always believed in happy endings and lives in Southern California with her husband, children and their pampered pet, Godiva. Visit Katherine on the web at www.katherinegarbera. com, or catch up with her on Facebook and Twitter.

      This book is dedicated to my sweet husband, Rob,

      for showing me that happy endings happen

      all the time in the real world.

      Acknowledgements

      A special thank you to my editor, Charles, for all his insightful editing on this book.

      One

      What had she been thinking when she’d accepted this invitation?

      Becca Tuntenstall really didn’t have time to go to a charity function in the middle of the workweek. But considering her former boss had invited her, she felt that it was just the second chance she needed. She’d walked away from everything and everyone in this world almost two years ago, and now she was ready to get back to it.

      She checked her lipstick one more time in the ladies’-room mirror at the glitteringly decorated Manhattan Kiwi Klub. She’d designed this interior and really thought it captured the sparkle of the city with a sophistication that wasn’t really found in society anymore.

      She left the bathroom and walked into the ballroom. Her former boss, Russell Holloway, stood facing her. He smiled when he saw her and waved her over. She fixed a smile on her own face and headed his way like the confident, brash woman she’d been two years ago.

      “Becca?”

      She stopped in her tracks as she heard the one voice she’d thought she’d never hear again.

      “Cam?” she said, not having to feign surprise at all.

      She stared at him for what seemed like a frozen moment in time, and a million memories rushed through her mind. She remembered how hard it had been to just walk away from this man. “What are you doing here?”

      “Russell invited me.”

      “Uh … okay. But don’t you live in Miami?”

      “I do. But I do travel from time to time,” he said wryly.

      She flushed, realizing she sounded like an idiot. “I’m sorry. You are just the last person I expected to see tonight.”

      “Or ever?” he asked.

      “Definitely,” she said. He looked good, damn him. Cam was tall, at least six foot five, with thick, dark brown hair and eyes that were so blue she couldn’t look away from him. He had a strong, stubborn-looking jaw and a clean-shaven face. He wore his tux with an ease that most men simply couldn’t carry off. He looked very comfortable and so devastatingly handsome that she had a hard time thinking straight. But then Cam Stern was the son of a socialite and a pro golfer. He’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had only seen his wealth grow since he’d become an adult. In fact, she doubted there was anything that Cam couldn’t buy. She knew that well enough from her experience with him.

      “Well, I’ve got to go,” she said, fully intending to walk away from him and never speak to him again.

      “That’s not going to work, Becca,” he said.

      “Why not? I believe your last words to me two years ago were that if I didn’t want to be your mistress we had nothing left to discuss,” she reminded him. She’d long gotten over her anger at the way he’d thrown her confession of love back in her face. Hell, no, she hadn’t. She still wanted to see him writhe. She still wanted him to feel the intense pain she’d felt when he’d said those words to her.

      “I owe you an apology,” he said. “I have no excuse for being so cold. I was … your confession was unexpected and I wasn’t in a position to make a decision to put a woman on par with my business.”

      “I know that,” she said. “Despite how bitter that sounded just now, I really have moved on. Let’s start over.”

      “Over?”

      “Yes, pretend you are just running into me again and I’ll be more polite,” she said.

      He started laughing. “I have missed you, Becca.”

      She shook her head. “Is there no one else who makes you laugh? “

      “Not like you,” he said.

      She smiled at him, but she wasn’t about to let herself fall for his good looks and easy charm again. Cam had done a lot more than break her heart. He’d left her shattered, and she’d had to rebuild her entire life and who she thought she’d be. “That’s too bad.”

      “Yes, it is. What have you been up to?” he asked.

      “I started my own business,” she said.

      “I have to confess I knew that. Russell has been singing your praises to me for a while now.”

      “He has? I wonder why,” she said.

      “Because Cam has a project that could do with your touch,” Russell said, coming up to them. Russell was a New Zealand millionaire who, like Cam, had been born with more money than Midas. At forty-one, he was two years older than Cam, and he lived the life of an international playboy, jetting from one cosmopolitan city to the next, managing his chain of Kiwi Klubs.

      She never turned down work, and she wouldn’t if Cam had a legitimate offer for her. She rarely saw her clients, and she could probably manage a few days of face-to-face time with Cam.