His Instant Heir

“Has it lingered in your mind? It has mine.”

“In a way,” Cari said, twisting her necklace charm. Dec noticed it had two initials. DJ.

No, it couldn’t be. She wouldn’t have waited so long to tell him.

“What are you saying?” he asked.

“There’s no way to say this nicely. I had a baby nine months ago. A boy.” She couldn’t seem to stop talking now. “I should have called you but at first I didn’t believe I was pregnant and then your company was planning a hostile takeover of mine and…”

He heard nothing. “I have a son?”

Dec had to figure out what to do with this information. A child. His child.

His heart skipped a beat and his stomach clenched. This changed everything.

KATHERINE GARBERA is a USA TODAY bestselling author of more than forty books who has always believed in happy endings. She lives in England with her husband, children and their pampered pet, Godiva. Visit Katherine on the web at www.katherinegarbera.com, or catch up with her on Facebook and Twitter.

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This book is dedicated to Rob Elser, who makes me remember that it’s not that hard to live happily-ever-after if you have someone next to you who wants to be there.

Acknowledgments

It’s impossible for me to write a book about gaming and not thank my incredibly wonderful husband, Rob.

He is responsible for me having a gamer account on Xbox 360 (RomWriter) and for my new skills as a first-person shooter—I’m a pretty good shot, BTW.

I’d also like to thank the very talented Nancy Robards Thompson, who introduced me to Save the Cat! and helped me jump-start my plotting when I was stuck.

Lastly, thanks to Charles for his insight and notes on the early stages—they were invaluable as always.

Cari Chandler paused in the doorway of the conference room. On the far wall was a portrait of her grandfather looking very young and very determined. Since he’d never been a “happy” man, she hardly noticed that he wasn’t smiling. He certainly wouldn’t be convivial at this moment when the grandson of his most-hated enemy was in his stronghold.

Since the late ‘70s the Chandlers and the Montroses had been feuding and trying to cut each other out of the video-game market. Her grandfather had won that long-ago skirmish by making a deal with a Japanese company, cutting Thomas Montrose out, but none of that mattered today as the Montrose heirs and their Playtone Games had just delivered the feud-ending blow with their hostile takeover of Infinity Games. And leaving Cari and her sisters, Emma and Jessi, to pick up the wreckage and try to forge some sort of deal that would save their jobs and their legacy.

But Cari as COO was the one who’d been chosen to deal with Declan Montrose. It made sense, since operations were her area, but the secret she’d been harboring for too long suddenly felt like it had a choke hold on her, and she wished she’d confided in her sisters so that maybe she wouldn’t have to deal with Dec today.

The conference table was long and made of dark wood, and the chairs positioned around it were leather. She focused on the details of the room instead of the man she saw standing by the window. He hadn’t changed much in the eighteen months since she’d last seen him.

From the back she could see his reddish-brown hair was a little longer than it had been before, but was still thick and curly where it hit his collar. His shoulders were still as broad, tapering to a narrow waist and that whipcord-lean frame that she’d remembered pressed against her as he’d held her. A shiver of sensual awareness coursed through her.

Don’t. Don’t think of any of that, she warned herself. Focus on the takeover. One problem at a time.

“Dec.” She called his name. Her voice sounded strong, which pleased her since inside she was quaking. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“I’m sure it’s a pleasant surprise,” he said with a sardonic grin as he left the window and walked over to stand not more than six inches from her.

The familiar smell of his spicy, outdoorsy aftershave surrounded her, and she closed her eyes as she remembered how strongly the scent had lingered on his skin right at the base of his neck. Then she forced herself to get it together, crossing her arms over her chest and remembering he was here for business. The knock at the door provided her with the distraction she needed.

“Come in,” she called.

Ally, her assistant, entered with two Infinity Games logo mugs, handing one to Dec and giving the other to Cari. Cari walked around to the head of the table, already feeling more in control now that Dec was on the other side of it from her. She was aware of Ally asking if Dec needed anything in his coffee and him answering he took it black, and then Ally was gone.

“Please sit down,” she invited, gesturing to the chair across from hers.

“I don’t remember you being so formal,” he said as he pulled out a chair and took his seat.