Caterer Emma Cook isn't having a good day. Pregnant at thirty-three by a rich and engaged man, she is forced to sign an agreement to keep the baby a secret. She's more than willing. The sooner this is settled, the sooner the whole mess is behind her. Yet when she arrives for the meeting and spies Lucas Benjamin, her real trouble starts.
Luke’s life, since the death of his beloved wife, has been taking care of his older brother’s problems. So he’s not surprised when a lawyer contacts him with the details of his latest affair. What does surprise him is his reaction to the woman. Usually he just offers a large sum of money and the difficulty is resolved. But this isn't so easy. This woman doesn’t want anything from the Benjamins, except to raise her child alone. An easy solution, so why isn’t Luke happy about it?
It’s too easy for both of them to let down their guard and trust. Can they overcome the fact that another man's baby grows inside her? Will the closer she gets to her due date change everything?
“My uncle is right, Mr. Benjamin.”
“Luke,” he said, surprising her with his sign of friendship. Why he wasn’t letting her go was beyond him. Nothing good could come from getting to know this woman better. “My first name is Luke.”
Her eyes widened before she smiled gently. “My name is Emma.”
“Emma,” he said, loving the sound of the name. “What actually was your uncle right about?”
“That it’s time you stopped getting that…brother of yours out of bad situations,” she whispered, gaze tracing heated interest over his face. “Mark doesn’t look anything like you.”
He swallowed and stayed quiet as she spread that penetrating look down his body and then up again. Like with a touch of real fingers, he reacted in a real way. Thankfully the table blocked his lower body from her view. He sighed when she finally focused onto his heated face again. A sweet, slight flush warmed her cheeks for a brief moment.
Damn, why did this woman have to make him start feeling? Why did the woman carrying his brother’s child make him aware of how long it’d been since he felt a female’s touch?
It was wrong, in so many ways. It was all wrong.
“Do you look like your father or mother?”
Her innocent question pulled his mind off his dilemma. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure?” She sat forward for a moment before slipping onto her feet. “I look more like my mother; my sister looks like my Dad.”
“I’m adopted,” he whispered, glancing down at the table. “So were my two younger sisters.”
“So that’s why you think you need to fix all of Mark’s problems?”
“Not just his.” No anger or pain roared in him at her question. “I’m the firm’s lawyer, so I help everyone here.”
“Oh, really?” Emma placed her hands on the table and leaned toward him, a real smile playing around her mouth. “I bet Mark’s your best client.”
“How did you guess that?” Her smile deepened, wrapping around his emotions with total ease. God, but he loved her smile. And her voice. A part of him wanted to sit down and close his eyes, so he could feel that soft, sensual voice weave around him. He’d been alone too long. “You’re right, though.”
She studied him as he picked up his briefcase from the chair and slipped the forgotten folder inside it. He pulled his coat from the back of the chair and slipped his arms into the sleeves.
“I guess that means it’s time to go,” she said, a cross between anger and understanding lowering her voice.