All I Want
This couldn't be happening…not to him!For Charlie Wainwright, the only way to live is according to plan. But a corporate layoff and one hot night with Meg Carmichael has thrown him off course. He doesn’t know how to handle the pretty goat farmer, much less the news that they made more than conversation that night.Suddenly Meg is pregnant, and Charlie wants to do the right thing. Meg and all she’s hiding don’t belong in his world, and his suits and ties don’t belong on a farm. But a promise to do what’s best for the baby might show them what matters most….
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This couldnât be happening...not to him!
For Charlie Wainwright, the only way to live is according to plan. But a corporate layoff and one hot night with Meg Carmichael has thrown him off course. He doesnât know how to handle the pretty goat farmer, much less the news that they made more than conversation that night.
Suddenly Meg is pregnant, and Charlie wants to do the right thing. Meg and all sheâs hiding donât belong in his world, and his suits and ties donât belong on a farm. But a promise to do whatâs best for the baby might show them what matters most...
âSo, um, I suppose this is awkward,â Meg began.
âI suppose,â Charlie returned, wondering if it would be less awkward if she werenât quite so nervous. Or maybe drunk sex just always made things awkward afterward.
He sighed. At himself. At the situation. At...life. âYou knowââ
âIâm pregnant,â she whispered.
He leaned closer, sure heâd misheard or misunderstood. âIâm sorry. What?â
âI know you donât have any reason to believe me. We donât know each other well. It never should have happened, but the very fact of the matter is, the only person Iâve been in any potentially compromising positions with is...you...and my doctor confirmed a positive pregnancy test. So...â
He leaned back. Away from her and words that didnât make sense. He was thirty-five. He was a vice president of... No, not anymore.
He was an unemployed thirty-five-year-old being told the drunken one-night-stand he hadnât meant to ever let happen had resulted in...
âI didnât mean to just drop it on you like that.â She skirted the table of her booth, and that felt like a purposeful distancing. He was on one side, and she was on the other.
Pregnant.
With his baby.
Four years ago, I decided to write a book about two farmers and a farmersâ market. When I wrote that first chapter, I was determined it would be a stand-alone book. So many people on Twitter were complaining about series, and I was going to write just one book.
But the heroine, Mia, had a really interesting sister in Cara. Okay, so maybe, given the chance, itâd be a two-book series. But that was it.
I very purposefully gave the hero, Dell, a brother whose name and temperament did not appeal to me at all. Or so I thought.
The funny thing about writing books with complicated family dynamics set in vibrant communities...you canât help wondering about the people in the background.
I never meant to make Charlie a hero, but the more I wrote about Dell and his complicated relationship with his father in All I Have, the more I had to know what made Charlie Wainwright tick.
Much like Cara, the heroine of All I Am, it took me a few tries to find Charlieâs match. But when tattooed, goat-farming Meg popped into my brain, I knew no one better could help Charlie find exactly who he was meant to be.
I hope you enjoy this final trip to the farmersâ market!
Nicole Helm
NICOLE HELM grew up with her nose in a book and the dream of one day becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, she gets to follow that dreamâwriting down-to-earth contemporary romance. From farmers to cowboys, Midwest to the West, Nicole writes stories about people finding themselves and finding love in the process. She lives in Missouri with her husband and two sons and dreams of someday owning a barn.
To all the readers whoâve reached out to tell me how much they loved this series. Itâs been a joy.
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CHARLIE WAINWRIGHT STOOD at the entrance to his brotherâs vegetable barn, phone in hand, many, many curse words in his head.
He was about to send his third where are you? text in fifteen minutes but then saw Dellâs head appear, along with a much smaller, darker head leaning against his shoulder.
âYou ask for my help and now youâre late? See if I help you again,â Charlie called, keeping the curse words in his head only for his nieceâs benefit.
âMiaâs not feeling great. She was going to watch Lainey even so, but the terrible twos are alive and well.â Dell approached, and Charlie had to admit the guy looked exhausted.
âShe isnât two yet.â
âClose e-da...darn-nough.â Dell handed the little girl off to Charlie and then opened up the barn.
âHey there, Sugar Snap,â Charlie greeted his niece. Maybe he said it quiet enough so Dell couldnât hear, because maybe Lainey had climbed under every last tough-guy facade heâd ever had since the day she stopped spitting up breast milk.
