The Baby Pursuit. Laurie PaigeЧитать онлайн книгу.
All the news that’s barely fit to print!
Search for $50 Million Dollar Baby Continues
Federal agent Devin Kincaid arrived on the massive Fortune estate this week to spearhead the kidnapping case of the century. Baby snatchers have stumped local law enforcers, and pitiful progress has been made as to the whereabouts of “golden child” Bryan Fortune, who vanished from his bassinet into thin air two months ago.
Sources report that Vanessa Fortune, aunt to missing Bryan, is playing right-hand gal to the rugged Kincaid. But can this intense “older man” keep his mind on the case if his hands are investigating a certain feisty heiress? Maybe this big gun is shooting for a promotion, as in Special Agent Son-In-Law….
Forget about Kincaid’s roaming hands—looks as if family patriarch Ryan Fortune is sitting on his. Maybe to prevent himself from wringing the neck of his estranged wife, Sophia. Will this be the year that Ryan breaks the shackle on that fourteen-karat, diamond-studded ball and chain?
About the Author
LAURIE PAIGE
“One of the nicest things about writing romances is researching locales, careers and ideas. In the interest of authenticity, most writers will try anything…once.” Along with her writing adventures, Laurie has been a NASA engineer, a past president of the Romance Writers of America, a mother and a grandmother. She was twice a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist for best traditional romance and has won awards from Romantic Times for best Silhouette Special Edition and best Silhouette in addition to appearing on the USA TODAY bestseller list. Recently resettled in Northern California, Laurie is looking forward to whatever experiences her next novel will send her on.
The Baby Pursuit
Laurie Paige
Vanessa Fortune: The beautiful virgin has rebuffed her share of money-hungry suitors. Can her true love come in the form of a handsome lawman just arrived in town…?
Devin Kincaid: The dedicated FBI agent thought nothing could ruffle him…until feisty Vanessa entangled herself in his kidnapping investigation. The tough loner claims the heiress is a royal pain—that he doesn’t need anyone—but his tender actions tell a different story….
Maria Cassidy: The youngest daughter of Lily Cassidy is surely hiding something. What secrets lie behind her return to Texas and her sudden interest in baby Bryan’s disappearance?
Cruz Perez: The handsome wrangler’s motto is “Love ’em and leave ’em.” But his bachelorhood is soon put to the test by an all-too-appealing new arrival on the Fortune ranch.
This book is dedicated to the romantic-at-heart: to Mary-Theresa, who told me she has an “old Irish soul” but I know her heart is forever young; to Jo in Illinois—yes, I have an idea for the children born in the Wild River series to have their own stories, but it will be a while before I get to all of them; to DL in Japan—yes, after over fifty books, I still love to tell stories; to Rick, the bachelor—tomorrow the world!; to Heather, Holly, Jim, Kim and Nick—let’s do the steepest streets in San Francisco again; to Natalie, visiting relatives in Italy—I cried for Sissy, too; to Leigh in London—hope the Russian translation went well; and to Clara in Kansas who sent the other verses for Barbry Allen.
Contents
One
Devin Kincaid swore and cut the wheel sharply to the left as the huge red horse broke from the trees to his right. For a second he thought the animal was a runaway, then he realized a slender figure was astride the beast.
His next impressions whipped through his mind at Mach speed—that the rider was female, that she was young and lithe of frame, that her hair, lashing across her shoulders with each lunge of the stallion, was the same shade of red as the mane that tangled with her locks as she bent low over her mount’s neck…and that she was racing him!
He glanced at the speedometer. Fifty miles an hour.
The primitive urge to win at all costs surged through him. He pressed the pedal downward and felt the kick of the powerful engine concealed beneath the hood of the nondescript SUV push him against the seat.
The youngster glanced his way, then she urged the horse faster. Fifty-one. Fifty-two. Fifty-three.
The car pulled ahead, leaving horse and rider behind. A brief flare of triumph brightened the heat-laden August afternoon. It was short-lived.
Frowning, he wondered what the hell he thought he was doing, racing a kid on a horse at fifty miles per hour. If the horse had stumbled, if the girl had fallen…
Ryan Fortune would have his hide if anyone on the Double Crown Ranch was hurt because of him and a momentary foolishness left over from a childhood that had forced him to fight back or die trying.
He glanced into the rearview mirror but the horse and rider had vanished as quickly as they had appeared. Maybe he ought to tell Fortune that some ranch hand’s kid was playing games with cars, probably on a prize