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    The Birth Mother
    The Birth Mother
    The Birth Mother
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    The Birth Mother

    By Tara Taylor Quinn

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    FAMILY MAN

    A story written for the heartand from the heart by the bestselling author of Jacob's Girls.

    Bryan's niece. Jennifer's daughter. He knows it. She doesn't.

    Dashing ladies' man, brilliant entrepreneur and bachelor uncle, Bryan Chambers is now a bachelor father. That's because suddenlytragicallyhe's the only remaining family his eleven-year-old niece, Nicki, has. And obviously he's not doing a good enough job of surrogate fathering, as Nicki simply isn't getting over her parents' deaths. There's only one thing that interests Nicki these days and that's finding the woman who gave her away eleven years before. Her birth mother.

    Desperate to help his niece, Bryan tracks down Jennifer Teal, Nicki's birth mother. She's twenty-sevenbeautiful, successful and unmarried. But there's a hitch or two.

    The first hitch? She doesn't seem to like kids. The second? Bryan's falling in love with her.

    FAMILY MAN
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateJul 15, 2011
    ISBN9781459277915
    The Birth Mother
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    Tara Taylor Quinn

    The author of more than 50 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with over six million copies sold. She is known for delivering deeply emotional and psychologically astute novels of suspense and romance. Tara won the 2008 Reader's Choice Award, is a four time finalist for the RWA Rita Award, a multiple finalist for the Reviewer's Choice Award, the Bookseller's Best Award, the Holt Medallion and appears regularly on the Waldenbooks bestsellers list. Visit the author at www.tarataylorquinn.com.

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      The Birth Mother - Tara Taylor Quinn

      PROLOGUE

      SHE WAS ALONE when she went into labor. But sixteen-year-old Jennifer Teal expected nothing else. In the ways that mattered she’d been alone since the day she was born, which was why she’d been so ripe for Tommy Mason’s pickings. All he’d had to do was say he loved her…

      The pain came again, gripping her lower body so tightly it squeezed the breath out of her. She pushed back into the couch, fighting the panic that wasn’t far from the surface.

      Her stomach muscles relaxed, and she tried to concentrate on the book she’d been reading. The pains were still almost ten minutes apart. She didn’t want to call her parents home from work until it was time to go to the hospital.

      The hospital. Tears sprang to Jennifer’s eyes as she thought about the cold sterile place. Oh, please, little darling, please don’t come yet. She rubbed at the huge mound of her belly, comforting the baby girl who’d stolen her heart the second she’d seen the barely discernible outline on the ultrasound film. She couldn’t bear to think about what was going to happen.

      The next pain froze Jennifer’s tears as she concentrated completely on riding it out. She let the pain come, let it rip into her lower body. She wished desperately for someplace she could go to escape what had to happen, someplace where she didn’t have to be afraid. She knew better than to wish she didn’t have to face it all alone.

      The pain faded and she thought again about calling the dealership to tell her parents it was almost time. But she didn’t reach for the receiver. No. She was going to savor these last hours she had with the baby she loved more than she’d ever loved anything in her life. She was the only person in the world who wanted this baby—other than the couple who were out there somewhere, waiting, with a nursery set up, a whole wardrobe of tiny newborn clothes ready. Jennifer had never met them, didn’t even know their names.

      Worried that her water might break and soil her parents’ couch, Jennifer took advantage of her reprieve from pain and hoisted her heavy body up. She didn’t want to mess up the carpet, either, so grabbing her book and a pillow from her bed, she went into the bathroom. Using the wall as a brace, she slid down to the floor. If her water broke she could have it cleaned up before her mother got home. Not that Eloise Teal would be angry about the mess, but Jennifer didn’t like to be any more of a hassle to her elderly parents than necessary.

      The next twenty-one hours became something of a blur to Jennifer, remembered only in pieces of mindrobbing pain intermingled with snatches of blessed peace. The peace she took from her baby. For sometime during her pain-induced delirium she’d realized she wasn’t the only one sharing the incredible experience. Her baby was with her one hundred percent of the way, through the phone call she finally made to her parents, the agonizing trip to the hospital sitting in the back seat of her father’s used Coronado while her parents sat silently in front, the disappointment when, in the emergency room, her mother opted to stay with her father out in the waiting room.

      Through the long hours of pain, the brief moments of relief, the times when medical personnel prepared her body for childbirth, and even during the minutes she attempted, unsuccessfully, to push the baby from her body, Jennifer’s daughter was with her all the way. She wasn’t alone, after all.

      And then they injected her with something to knock her out. It was nighttime when Jennifer finally came to, when she learned the baby had been delivered by cesarean section, when she realized she’d been denied the few seconds after the birth to meet the tiny being she’d brought to life. She was no longer the mother. Another woman, a grown woman, was waiting for that right.

      Jennifer wasn’t even sure how much time had passed, what day it was. She wasn’t sure it mattered. She didn’t try to stem the tears that ran silently down her cheeks. There was no one there to see them. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel so empty and still be alive.

      She turned her head away as the door to her private room opened. She didn’t want to see anybody.

      You having troubles sleeping, honey? The soft words fell into the darkness.

      Jennifer looked toward the nurse’s shadowy figure walking toward her. She remembered her from the labor room. She was young for a nurse, and pretty, too. She’d been nice to Jennifer through those long agonizing hours.

      I can give you something to help you sleep or help with the pain if you need it, sweetie. You just say the word. The nurse lifted Jennifer’s wrist, feeling for her pulse.

      Is my baby gone yet? Jennifer asked. She was afraid to fall back to sleep. Afraid they were going to take her baby away while she was unconscious. Not that her being awake would make any difference; she just couldn’t bear to think of sleeping through it.

      The nurse’s eyes filled with pity as she smoothed Jennifer’s hair away from her forehead. She hesitated, as if she wasn’t going to answer Jennifer, and then she shook her head.

      She’s still here.

      Is she pretty?

      The nurse smiled, her knuckles rubbing Jennifer’s shoulder. She’s beautiful, honey. And healthy as a horse. You did a great job. Now— she stepped back and tucked the covers around Jennifer —why don’t you try to get some sleep, huh? The doctor said you get to go home tomorrow.

      The thought panicked Jennifer. Not that she liked the hospital, but when she left, she’d never be near her baby again. She watched desperately as the nurse walked to the door of her room.

      Can I see her?

      The nurse stopped just inside the door. You know it’s against regulations, honey.

      She didn’t say no. I haven’t signed any papers yet. Doesn’t that mean that technically she’s still mine?

      The nurse moved quickly back to the bed, frowning. You aren’t thinking of changing your mind, are you? You’re so young, honey, barely sixteen. What are you, a senior this year?

      I’ll be a junior when school starts, and no, I’m not going to change my mind. I just need to see her.

      It’s not a good idea, honey, believe me. It’ll be so much harder to give her up if you see her.

      Have you ever given a baby away?

      The nurse looked shocked. No.

      Then how can you know it’ll be harder? I’ll tell you what’s hard—lying here knowing my baby is only a few feet away and I can’t tell her how much I love her. Doesn’t she deserve that, at least? To know that even though her own mother is giving her away, she still loves her?

      I’ll tell her you love her.

      Jennifer sat up, mature beyond her years, not only because of the past nine months but from a lifetime of trying to make life easier for her elderly parents. She’d never really been a kid. And especially not now.

      I need to tell her myself. I promise I won’t change my mind. I just need to tell her goodbye. Is that too much to ask? Jennifer’s words dissolved into tears.

      The young nurse hesitated, tears in her own eyes as she looked at Jennifer, and then she turned away. I’ll see what I can do, but you change your mind and it’ll cost me my job.

      She left the room, not giving Jennifer a chance to reply.

      Jennifer tensed when her door opened fifteen minutes later and the young nurse crossed the shadowy room carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. Jennifer’s heart swelled till she thought it would burst.

      Giving no thought to tomorrow, to an hour from then, she reached up to take her daughter in her arms. She was beautiful! And so soft and warm and sweet-smelling. Jennifer’s arms trembled as she held her baby against her breast, where she belonged.

      She was barely aware of the nurse hovering at the end of the bed as she studied the precious little face, soaking up a lifetime’s worth of loving in those few brief moments. She wanted to unwrap the baby, see her tiny fingers and toes, actually touch the little feet that had been kicking her for so many months. But she was afraid to, afraid she’d make the baby cry.

      So she just continued to hold her, smiling as she watched the sleeping infant. Suddenly, the baby stiffened, stretching her tiny legs and arms, and opened her eyes, those big blue eyes, to stare up at Jennifer. And then, just when she thought the baby was going to fall back to sleep, she stiffened again, and one tiny hand popped out of the baby blanket, flailing in the air until it caught Jennifer under the chin.

      Jennifer reached for the little fist instinctively, raising it to her lips, kissing the soft, sweet skin. Then her daughter’s mouth opened, and she turned her head toward Jennifer’s breast.

      The nurse came forward. I need to take her back now, honey. It’s time for her to eat.

      Jennifer nodded, her eyes never leaving the child in her arms. I love you, baby girl, I love you so much, she said, her whisper thick with tears. She lifted the infant, burying her face against the baby’s warm neck—and kissed her daughter for the last time.

      Please, God, just give her a happy, loving home, and I promise I’ll never bother her again or go looking for her or anything. And I’ll never have another baby to replace her or ever make love with a boy again, either. Not if you’ll keep her happy for me. Please, God.

      She sobbed as the nurse took her baby away from her, sobbed and hated herself for not being strong enough to fight them all and insist on keeping her child. Logically she knew she’d made the right decision, the only decision, by giving her baby to a loving couple who could provide a much better life for her than Jennifer could ever hope to.

      But as she cried long into the night, Jennifer couldn’t silence the part of her that said there were places she could go, places that would help, places designed to make it possible for unwed mothers to provide for their babies. If only she was strong enough.

      A part of Jennifer died that night. The tender, vulnerable, young mother in her was slowly suffocated until all she had left to tell of its existence was the hospital birth picture the young nurse slipped to her just before she went off duty.

      CHAPTER ONE

      BRYAN CHAMBERS hadn’t had sex in eight months. His chair, which he’d had tilted back on two legs, came down to the floor with a bang. Damn. Maybe that’s what was bothering him. He stared at the little calendar lying on the side of his drafting table as if it would prove he was mistaken, as if he actually made a notation when he took a woman to bed.

      He didn’t collect notches on his bedpost, never had. Hell, until eight months ago, he’d never even owned a bedpost. But he’d always had his share of women.

      Bryan pushed himself away from the sketches he’d been working on all morning, a campaign for one of his newest clients, a national soup company. He was too restless to be creative. He started to run his fingers through the hair at the back of his head, but stopped. It had gotten so long he was wearing it in a ponytail.

      Jacci! he hollered, ignoring the intercom on his desk.

      His secretary poked her head inside his door. Yeah?

      I’m outta here. If Wonderly calls, put him through on my mobile.

      Did you get the sketches done for tomorrow’s meeting?

      He tidied the morning’s clutter, shoving the Wonderly client folder into his sketchbook. Nope.

      You want me to see if Calvin can give them a shot? The meeting’s tomorrow at nine.

      I’ll get them done. Bryan didn’t need his partner pinch-hitting for him. And if Jacci wasn’t such a damn good secretary, he’d fire her. She had a tendency to forget who was boss here. But he had to hand it to her. She’d lasted longer than any other secretary he’d ever had. What was it now? Six months? Seven?

      How long you been here, Jacci? he asked, crossing to his supply cupboard to put away his charcoals.

      Since eight, she said, frowning as she watched him.

      He frowned back at her. Not today. How long you been with the company?

      Going on two years. Why? Is it time for my raise?

      She had a point there. She probably deserved a raise after putting up with his moods these past months. She kept the office running like clockwork, too.

      Maybe. How much of a raise we talking about?

      She shrugged, naming an outrageous sum.

      Bryan pulled his aviator sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and put them on. He shoved his calendar into the back pocket of his jeans. If you’ll settle for half that, you got it, he said, heading for the door with his sketchbook under his arm.

      What happens if I don’t settle? Jacci asked, following him out to her office.

      Then you’re fired.

      She sat down behind her desk and started typing on her computer keyboard as if she’d never been interrupted. You really should carry a briefcase, you know, was all she said.

      Forget it, Bryan mumbled, heading outside into the bright Atlanta sunshine. Jacci’s nagging irritated him almost as much as the thought of carrying a briefcase. He hated the trappings of conventionality, hated being tied down, even to a briefcase.

      Which was why it was so strange that he was eager to get home. He’d never bought himself a real home, either, until eight months ago, always preferring to live in generic, though elegantly furnished, condominiums rather than tie himself down to a bunch of belongings that would make mobility difficult. But all that changed in the split second it took for a tornado to touch down in Shallowbrook. All that changed the minute he got Nicki.

      HEY, BOBBY, how’s it going?

      Just fine, Ms. Teal. The young mechanic smiled at her from beneath the Tempo hoisted up in his bay.

      And how about your boy? Is he completely recovered?

      Yes, ma’am, he’s back in school this week and bragging about the accident like he’s a hero or something. My wife and I sure appreciate you being so understanding with me missing so much work this past month.

      I’m glad we could make things a little easier for you, Bobby. Now, how’s Mr. Corales’s car coming along?

      Almost done. He won’t find another thing wrong with this car, ma’am. Not unless he breaks it himself.

      Good. He’s been more than patient with us. I want him happy.

      I can guarantee it, Ms. Teal, Bobby said, grinning at her as he stepped back beneath the car.

      Jennifer continued on through the mechanic’s bays behind Teal Ford, one of a half-dozen big sparkling dealerships in the Teal Automotive chain, taking in every last pristine detail as she exchanged pleasantries with her employees. She ran a good ship, an unusual ship, an honest ship. She was proud of that.

      Reaching the last of the sixteen bays, she stopped. Okay, Sam, what’s wrong with her? Jennifer’s gaze was focused on the Caspian Blue Mustang convertible up on the mechanic’s rack.

      I think it’s the rear axle, Jen. The gray-haired man had his head buried underneath the car.

      As soon as she’d noticed the clunking sound when she’d switched gears that morning, Jennifer had suspected that the internal gears in the rear axle were stripped, but she’d hoped she was wrong. What about the U-joint? She had to ask the question, though it was a waste of time. If Sam thought it was the rear axle, it was the rear axle. In the twenty-odd years she’d watched Sam Whitfield work, he’d never been wrong about a car. Which was why he was the only one she trusted near her Mustang.

      Shrugging out of the jacket of her suit, she stepped beneath the car, as familiar with its underside as she was with the driver’s seat.

      See this? Sam grunted, tapping a length of U-shaped piping with his wrench.

      Jennifer slid her fingers around the casing that connected the rear axle to the transmission, finding it as solid as it should be. We’re going to have to drain the transmission fluid, aren’t we? she asked. It was Friday, and she’d hoped to have her car over the weekend. She didn’t like being without it.

      Yep. Be a sin to drive it like this.

      Jennifer nodded, taking another cursory look before stepping back from under the car. She pulled a towel out of the dispenser on the wall of the bay and wiped the grease off her hands. She had an important lunch in less than an hour, and it wouldn’t do to have dirt under her fingernails when she shook hands with the mayor. She needed the rezoning if she was going to get that lot next to Teal Chevrolet for her trucks.

      Slipping into her jacket, she said to Sam, Would you mind doing it tonight? I’ll bring dinner just like-

      I’ll be here, Jen. Ain’t I always? he interrupted.

      Six o’clock okay?

      Yep. And don’t bring none of that Chinese crap, you here? A man’s gotta have something more substantial than that if he’s gonna keep going.

      How about a T-bone steak? Jennifer asked, grinning at the old man encased in greasy overalls. No Teal Automotive uniform for Sam. He was still wearing the striped denim overalls he’d worn when he’d been the only mechanic here, back when her parents had started Teal Motors with only one small lot of used cars.

      Sam cursed as his wrench slipped. Burgers’d do.

      See ya at six, Jennifer said, making a mental note to call her secretary and ask her to arrange for a steak dinner with all the trimmings to be here at six o’clock sharp. Rachel knew just how Sam liked his steaks.

      Jennifer was already looking forward to getting into the jeans and sweatshirt she had stashed in the trunk of the Lincoln she was driving today and joining Sam beneath her baby—the 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang convertible she’d rescued eleven years ago. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Friday night.

      But first she had to convince the mayor that the deserted plot of land next to Teal Chevrolet would be much better suited to a truck lot than to the garbageand graffiti-strewn crumbling foundation that resided there now. -

      HEY, KID, YOU WANNA go up with me for a while? See the sunset? Go to Florida for some ice cream? Bryan leaned against the doorjamb of Nicki’s bedroom, trying not to worry that his niece was right where he’d left her that morning, lying on top of her bed. He knew she’d been to school. Not only because they were under strict orders to call him if she didn’t show up, but because her book bag had been moved from the kitchen table where he’d left it after packing her lunch that morning. But she needed to be up out of bed for more than six hours a day.

      You don’t have to take me. I’m big enough to stay home alone, she said, scooting up to a sitting position. Bryan watched her, frustration eating away at him. He knew she’d only made the effort to sit up for his sake. The minute he left the room, she’d lie right back down. Dammit, would she ever again have traces of the impetuous imp who’d stolen his heart more than eleven years ago? Did that child even exist in Nicki anymore? Or had she died right along with the rest of his family?

      He wandered into her room, noticing how neat everything was. At least that was Nicky. I don’t want to go alone, sprite. What fun is ice cream if you don’t get to share flavors?

      But it’s Friday night, Uncle Bryan, and you always said a Friday night without a date was like pizza without the cheese.

      I don’t want a date, Nick. I want you. Won’t you come?

      She sent him a look that said she was certain he was humoring her and she didn’t need to be humored. But she slid off the bed.

      Okay. But if you really want to invite a date, instead, I won’t care.

      She wouldn’t. And that was what worried Bryan the most. Nicky didn’t care about much of anything these days. Not since the tornado had hit Shallowbrook eight months ago, wiping out half the town and an entire family, as well. Nicky’s family. Nicky’s and Bryan’s. His parents, Nicki’s grandparents, his sister and brother-in-law—Nicki’s parents—and a mass of cousins and aunts and uncles. They’d all been having a cookout, celebrating Nicki’s eleventh birthday. God knows why Nicki had chosen that moment to run inside to use the bathroom, the one room in the house without a window. Bryan only knew that when he’d rolled into the mass of rubble that had been his hometown, two hours late for the party, he’d found his niece, speechless and trembling, in the arms of the preacher’s wife. That good woman had been the one to tell Bryan that Nicki was the only family he had left.

      YOU WANT TO TAKE HER for a while? Bryan said into his headset an hour later, glancing at the child in the copilot’s seat.

      Nicki shrugged. Nah. Her voice, coming to him through his earphones, was as lifeless as her eyes. There wasn’t a hint of the glow he used to see when he took her up with him.

      Bryan despaired as he looked out from the cockpit of his four-seater Cessna. Even flying didn’t excite Nicki anymore. He was running out of ideas. Keeping a close watch on the myriad gages in front of him, he set a course for his favorite airport just inside the Florida border, remembering the first time he’d seen Nicki, the only child of his only sibling.

      Though he’d been well liked in Shallowbrook, the son of the town doctor, he’d never found the small community to be the nirvana everyone claimed it was. To him, during the long years of his growing up, it had seemed like a prison. He’d always yearned for whatever was in the next meadow or over the next hill. Within Shallowbrook’s slow-paced, if loving confines, he’d never been able to find the peace, the serenity that his parents and older sister bad thrived on. He hadn’t been content just to live his life;

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