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THE BABY MAKER by Lili Valente
Some men are troublemakers or dealmakers. The men in my family? We’re baby makers.
For six generations, the women of wine country have had a saying: don’t bang a Hunter man unless you want a bun in your oven.
Yeah, well. I’ve got a saying too: no thanks. The last thing I need is baby makes three. My business is expanding and the only thing I’m interested in getting knocked up is my bottom line.
But then one night Emma Haverford makes me an offer I can’t refuse—she backs away from the land I have my eye on in exchange for a favor…
A big, fat, baby making favor…
When I hear women have gotten pregnant shaking hands with Hunter men, I know I need Dylan Hunter’s…ahem, special skills…way more than I need to expand my vineyard.
I’m ready to give my heart to a child and I’m tired of waiting for my late-to-the-party Prince Charming to make my dreams come true. So I promise Dylan—three months of hot, heavy, baby-making s-e-x and then I’m out of his hair forever.
But what if when it comes time to say good-bye, all I want to do is keep bottling up more memories with this big-hearted man?
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Dylan…
No. The answer has to be no.
I’m crazy to have even said I would think about it. There is no answer but no. Yes isn’t an option. Maybe isn’t an option. I should have drawn a line in the sand last night and made sure Emma understood I never meant to step over it.
Never.
No matter how sweet her mouth tastes or what an insanely hot kisser she is or how good it felt to have her curvy body pressed tight to mine.
God, she was hot…
Five alarm hot…
So much more responsive than I’d imagined she would be.
And yes, I’ve imagined what it would be like to kiss her, imagined Emma’s smart mouth melting beneath mine. And yes, the real Emma is even more irresistible than the fantasy.
But that’s exactly why I should say no. She’s the kind of woman it would be so easy to get hooked on, and neither one of us is looking for a steady date.
Even assuming Emma and I end up hating each other by the time our banging-for-a-baby experiment is through, there’s no way I would be able to live next door to my own child and pretend he’s just the neighbor’s boy.
I don’t want a kid at this point, but if my son were growing up next door, I would want to be a part of his life. I’d want to be there when he needed me, especially when he got old enough to wonder why his father wasn’t in the picture. I’d want to make sure he knew it wasn’t because of any flaw in his design; it’s just grown-up bullshit, pure and simple.
“Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit,” I grumble as I toss plates onto the long wooden table in t
he front dining room.
“In good spirits this morning, I see.” Tristan slams the front door behind him and tosses his jean jacket on the bench in the hall. “Val up yet?”
“No idea.” I open an arm to pull my little half-brother in for a quick hug. “He didn’t come home last night.”
Tristan snorts and shakes his head. “One day back in town and he already found a woman willing to put up with his ass?”
“At least for the night,” I say, earning a grin from Tris. It’s crazy how much he looks like Val when he smiles—same mile wide grin and dancing brown eyes—but they couldn’t be more different.