A Baby For Lord Roderick. Emily DaltonЧитать онлайн книгу.
Transfixed in awe and wonderment, Allie scrutinized baby Jake
He was so small, so precious, so beautiful. And he’d practically been dropped into her lap by a good fairy.
Allie frowned. No, she was definitely romanticizing that part. And arrogant English aristocrat, Liam McAllister, had brought the babe to Allie’s door and into her life.
But what had Liam meant when he said he wanted to be involved in “any and all decisions made about the baby”? Since he’d saved the infant’s life, perhaps he had some continued concern for little Jake’s welfare.
But the baby was in good hands now. The right hands. Her hands.
And that was exactly where he was going to stay—even if she did owe Lord Roderick big time….
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A Baby for Lord Roderick
Emily Dalton
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To Aimee, Lisa’s second little miracle.
Your smile lights up the room!
With love, from your Auntie Danice
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Emily Dalton lives in the beautiful foothills of Bountiful, Utah, with her husband of twenty-one years, two teenage sons and a very spoiled American Eskimo dog named Juno. She has written several Regency and historical novels, and now thoroughly enjoys writing contemporary romances for Harlequin American Romance. She loves old movies, Jane Austen and traveling by train. Her biggest weaknesses are chocolate truffles and crafts boutiques.
Books by Emily Dalton
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
586—MAKE ROOM FOR DADDY
650—HEAVEN CAN WAIT
666—ELISE & THE HOTSHOT LAWYER
685—WAKE ME WITH A KISS
706—MARLEY AND HER SCROOGE
738—DREAM BABY
783—INSTANT DADDY
823—A PRECIOUS INHERITANCE
926—A BABY FOR LORD RODERICK
Contents
Chapter One
“I have to go, Daddy.”
Liam turned his head briefly from the road and looked down at his small daughter in the seat beside him. In the wan light from the dashboard he saw she’d managed to curl herself into a comfortable ball despite the restraining seat belt. “I thought you were asleep.”
Bea stretched a frail-looking arm in front of her, the heel of her hand jutting out like a crossing guard halting traffic, and yawned. “I was. But now I’m awake and I’ve got to go.”
Liam peered out the windows at densely wooded countryside, broken up now and then by open stretches he assumed were the meadows and alpine lakes he remembered from his last and only visit twenty years ago to this northeastern corner of Utah. It was nearly midnight, black as pitch outside, and raining. His visibility was limited, but he was sure they weren’t passing petrol stations. The last one he’d seen of those was a neglected, two-pump enterprise in a bump-in-the-road berg nearly half an hour’s drive behind them.
“We’re almost there, Bea. Do you think you can wait till we get to Gran’s house to go to the loo?”
Bea unfolded herself till her thin legs hung over the edge of the seat, pushed a tangle of brown curls out of