She only wanted a baby…but he wanted it all
FBI agent Nolan Findley is on the hunt. There is a woman out there who just might be pregnant with his child. Possibly. He’ll do whatever it takes to find her, learning everything he can about her past regardless of how it impacts her future.
Weslyn Moon only wanted a baby—not a man. But it’s hard to deny her attraction when Agent Findley shows up at her motel room and manhandles her back to the scene of one of her many crimes…the reproductive center where she stole his sperm.
Why Me?
Her throat worked for a long moment. Finally, she answered in a thin voice that shook the slightest amount. “I liked the way you looked. You…had kindness in your eyes. I’d like for my child to be kind.” Her lower lip trembled, but she continued on gamely. “There’s enough ugliness in the world.”
Nolan’s heart squeezed. Despite knowing what he did about her past, her words were more telling than anything he’d found in the records so far. “You have seen it all, haven’t you? Every bit of ugly a little girl can witness. I’ve read your file, Moon. Hell, I made your file.”
She closed her eyes. “Mmm.”
“You were lonely, weren’t you?” He couldn’t help but prod her. “And now you’re just another woman looking for her last chance at being loved. You think a child will love you unconditionally, filling all the holes your father created so long ago, right?”
She didn’t answer, not that he expected her to.
“But why knock over a sperm bank, Moon? Why? Why not just pick some guy up at a bar for a one-night stand? The odds of conception would have been higher.”
“Nineteen percent was obviously enough,” she muttered.
“Come on, tell me the truth. Why a sperm bank?” Nolan purposefully badgered her. “Tell me why. Why a sperm bank and not a good, hard fuck—”
“I didn’t want to touch anyone,” she burst out. “I couldn’t… I didn’t… I don’t like—” She cut off her own jumbled explanation with a growl before she bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Satisfaction and possessiveness roared through him. “Yeah and now look at you.”
Nolan glanced down at her exposed stomach and the blue-tinged goop smeared across it. He reached out to snag a handful of paper towels from the dispenser hung over the trash can across from the table. As gently as he could, he cleaned her up, hoping to buy himself some time while he thought of what he would do.
He had to take her in. She was a wanted fugitive and he couldn’t just let her go. He wouldn’t, now that he’d heard his child’s heartbeat. Besides, she’d have access to better prenatal care locked up than she would as a free woman, and the health of his miracle baby was very important to Nolan.
But what to do later, after she had it, stymied him. DNA tests to prove paternity, a round of interviews with Child Protective Services to gain custody…
She’d gone through an awful lot of trouble to conceive, but no way in hell would Nolan give up his child. He traced a pale scar that edged around Moon’s side toward her back as he tried to plot his next step.
Her trembling voice broke into his thoughts. “You want this baby, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you can’t have it!” Her sweet, ordinary face mutated into a harsh expression of such ferocity Nolan blinked. He hadn’t thought his little mouse could be so fierce.
Acting on impulse, he bent over Moon and placed his ear against her belly. He couldn’t hear the child within, but he imagined he could. Joy swept through him and he struggled to tamp it down, blinking to clear the sudden moisture from his eyes. On the heels of that, some new emotion gripped him—he didn’t know what, but it was sharper than anger and harder than the protective instincts already kicking in.
“You’re mine, and I will never let you go,” he breathed over her belly. But, in that moment, as he raised his head to look up into the neon glare of his prisoner, Nolan wasn’t sure if he was talking to his baby, or to Weslyn Moon.
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