It Takes Three. Teresa Southwick
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Women would fall at his feet, yet he’d channeled his energy into his children. How cool was that?
He wanted this party for his daughter, and Thea had catered events for both women and men. This man was no different from any other client.
And that was when she recognized the lie.
She liked Scott and that made him different. Which was why she wanted to turn him down flat.
Then she looked head-on into the intensity of his gaze and her stomach did that whole stop, drop and roll thing that had nothing to do with being pregnant.
From another lifetime she remembered falling in love with her husband. The ache inside when they were apart. The sheer giddiness when she saw him. The heart-pounding excitement. The anticipation to be together. Her heart stuttered and her stomach fluttered as it occurred to her that this was very much like what she’d felt long ago.
But that was impossible. She was the caterer, he was the client. And their relationship was—had to be—strictly business.
No matter what sizzled between them.
It Takes Three
Teresa Southwick
I dedicate this book to Valerie Florence Pascale and Emma Maria Pasqualino—two IVF miracles and the inspiration for this story. Thank you, ladies.
TERESA SOUTHWICK
lives in Southern California with her hero husband who is more than happy to share with her the male point of view. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Silhouette Books.
THEA BELL’S FAVORITE FAMILY RECIPE
1 egg—liberally laced with hope
1 sperm—bountiful with unfulfilled promise
Simmer with hormones and put in a warm place
Add 1 seasoned father of two
Sprinkle generously with attraction
(Keep hot, but do not permit to boil)
Combine two cups of conflict
A dollop of determination
Then fold in a liter of love
After nine months, remove promptly. Baby makes three for a happy family.
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
Epilogue
Chapter One
“Someone’s been cooking in my kitchen.”
Staring at the beautiful stranger in front of his stove, Scott Matthews figured he’d hit a low point even for him. His life was reduced to a culinary caper of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Except the woman wasn’t a blonde. She had hair like brown silk, eyes warm as hot cocoa and was not sleeping in his bed.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he asked, annoyed that the sleeping-in-his-bed thought sent a shaft of heat through him.
She wielded a spatula like a conductor’s baton. “Who are you?” she demanded.
“I live here.”
“You’re Kendra’s father?”
“Scott Matthews,” he introduced himself.
“But you don’t look old enough to have an eighteen-year-old daughter,” she said, obviously surprised.
“Trust me, I am.”
It’s what happened when a guy thought with the brain south of his belt and had the first of two daughters when he was barely out of his teens.
“So you started your family when you were what? Ten?”
“Not quite.” The compliment about his youthful appearance almost made him miss the fact that she hadn’t yet told him who she was. This was his kitchen and he’d be the one asking the questions.
“Who are you?”
“Thea Bell.”
“Why are you here?”
“Kendra didn’t tell you?” Her confidence slipped and she looked uncomfortable.
What did his daughter have to do with anything? Was this woman using his child as an excuse to meet him? That wasn’t ego talking. His wife had walked out on him thirteen years ago and after his divorce, he’d become fair game—fresh meat on the dating market.
At back-to-school night, there was always a divorced mom trying to get his attention. Or kids on his girls’ sports teams had single mothers who invariably honed in on him. But they were barking up the wrong tree, because he had no interest in a relationship except the one he had with his daughters. After putting in a day’s work at his family-owned construction company and then being both father and mother to the girls, dating didn’t make the to-do list. And with Kendra just about to graduate and go on to college, he could see the light at the end of the parenting tunnel. Please, God, let it not be attached to a speeding locomotive.
He had news for Thea Bell. If her pickup approach was based on the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach, she was dealing with the wrong man. He didn’t care whether a woman could boil water or whip up a meal. He wasn’t desperate for companionship. After his train wreck of a marriage, the single life was simple.
“What was Kendra supposed to tell me?” he asked suspiciously.
“She and I have an appointment to discuss her party.”
The woman in front of him reached into the pocket of her tailored jeans and pulled out a card. He walked over to her and took it. Leaning his back against the refrigerator, he tried to ignore the sweet scent of her perfume as he read the name of her company printed in a no-nonsense font.
“For Whom the Bell Toils?” he said.
“Thea Bell toils for thee.” One corner of her full mouth turned up as she shrugged. “I’m a caterer.”
“Catchy.” He set her card on the island in front of him and folded his arms over his chest as he studied her.
“I met Kendra at a birthday party I did for one of her friends.”
“And?”
She frowned, her expression puzzled. “Did you not tell your daughter she could have a graduation party?”
“I did.”
“Then why are you acting as if I’m a cat burglar who’s just broken into your home to steal the fine jewelry?”
“I have no fine jewelry.”
“You also didn’t answer my question,” she pointed