The Baby's Bodyguard. Jacqueline Diamond
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SHE’S UNARMED—AND DANGEROUS!
Security expert Jack Arnett comes running when he hears his estranged wife, Casey, is being threatened by a stalker—and is stunned to discover he’s a father-to-be.
He’s never wanted children—still doesn’t.
But one question keeps running through his mind. With all his experience dodging bullets and bad guys, how come Casey and their unborn child are the ones who’ve brought him to his knees?
Originally published in 2004.
The Baby’s Bodyguard
Jacqueline Diamond
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
One stuffed bear in the crib atop the yellow-and-white comforter. Check.
One set of freshly painted walls stenciled with birds in flight. Check.
One changing table with drawers, one diaper stacker and one set of white shelves—the latest addition—screwed neatly into the wall. Check.
Something was missing.
How about a husband? Casey asked herself ruefully as she replaced the screwdriver in her tool kit.
Actually, she had a husband, although not for much longer. She’d expected him to sign their divorce papers weeks ago so they could finalize the split, but so far her lawyer reported no success.
Probably Jack was off to some exotic locale providing security services for a client. You could always count on him to be there when people needed him.
Except for his wife. And the daughter he hadn’t wanted.
Tears pricked Casey’s eyes as her hand cupped the bulge. It rippled in response. Less than a month to go until she could hold the little girl in her arms, count the fingers and gaze into her loving eyes.
Casey had already picked out a name: Diane. She’d always loved the sound and flow of it, like running water in the moonlight.
She hadn’t hesitated when Dr. Smithson asked if she wanted to know the gender. There’d been enough surprises already, including this pregnancy.
Jack would be furious if he found out. He’d adamantly opposed having children. The issue had hardened into the wedge that drove them apart, although they’d had other, less obvious problems. But she believed they might have worked those out.
Toolbox in hand, Casey took one more fond look around the room before turning off the light, and that’s when she realized what was missing. Books. She wanted her daughter to grow up smelling leather-bound volumes even before she could read.
That, at least, Jack would approve of.
She went into the living room to select a couple of classics from her collection. When the phone rang, she scooped the handset absentmindedly off an end table while trying to choose among such favorites as Black Beauty, The Wind in the Willows and Little Women.
“Arnett residence.”
“Casey, it’s Gail.” Tension underscored the gravelly voice. “Remember the prowler? He’s back.”
Casey stiffened. Instinctively, she glanced through the living-room window into the darkness. But if someone lurked outside, she