Her Lost And Found Baby
Friends. Without benefits. They both agreed.Until she stole his heart.Tabitha Jones will find her kidnapped toddler…even if it means searching every daycare in southern California. So when her hunky, wealthy neighbour, Johnny Brubaker, offers a deal, Tabitha sees it as an ideal way to expand her search.In exchange for working his food truck, Johnny agrees to pose as Tabitha’s husband. It’s the perfect relationship…until Johnny realises posing as a family man isn’t enough any more.
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Friends. Without benefits. They both agreed.
Until she stole his heart.
Tabitha Jones will find her kidnapped toddler...even if it means searching every daycare in Southern California. So when her hunky, wealthy neighbor, Johnny Brubaker, offers a deal, Tabitha sees it as an ideal way to expand her search. In exchange for working his food truck, Johnny agrees to pose as Tabithaâs husband. Itâs the perfect relationship...until Johnny realizes posing as a family man isnât enough anymore.
Having written over eighty-five novels, TARA TAYLOR QUINN is a USA TODAY bestselling author with more than seven million copies sold. She is known for delivering intense, emotional fiction. Tara is a past president of Romance Writers of America. She has won a Readersâ Choice Award and is a seven-time finalist for an RWA RITA® Award. She has also appeared on TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning. She supports the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.
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HER LOST AND FOUND BABY
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Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
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Johnny Brubaker squeezed his eyes shut and didnât open them again until he knew all heâd see were the cardboard bowls side-by-side on the food truckâs long prep area in front of him.
He looked at the tickets hanging from the thin rack mounted above the board. He scooped rice, black beans and green beans, then added onion, lettuce and a healthy squirt of his signature barbecue-ranch dressing. He capped the first bowl, put the ticket on top of it and moved to the second. This one needed steak. The next was pork. He finished with all three in under a minute, keeping his line of vision completely under control.
Until a customer at the window of his food truck, Angelâs Food Bowls, asked a question of the woman taking orders.
âJohnny?â Tabitha Jones, the pediatric nurse who helped him on her days off, called out, naturally drawing his gaze.
And there was that sweet butt again. How had it gotten so cute overnight? Six months theyâd been doing this, on and off, almost nine months of being neighbors and becoming friends, and now he was noticing her in that way?
âYeah?â He turned back to his bowls, aware of the male face peering at him through the window but not caring all that much. Theyâd been parked on a public thoroughfare by San Diegoâs Mission Beach for more than three hours, and heâd had people peering at him through that window ever since.
âThe health inspector would like to know if he can board the truck.â Tabithaâs voice held a hint of...a less than upbeat tone.
