The Watson Brothers
the most recent release of the story Bringing Up Baby
April 26, 2016
“Lori Foster delivers everything you are looking for in a romance.” –Jayne Ann Krentz
“My House, My Rules”
When Ariel’s headstrong ways nearly wreck one of Officer Sam Watson’s sting operations–ruining her dress in the process–he offers her a ride to his place to clean up. But Ariel seems to have her own agenda, and Sam decides it’s time to let her know he’ll be calling the shots…
“Bringing Up Baby”
Two years ago, Gil Watson had a wild night that resulted in a daughter he never knew he had. Now he has a chance to do right by his little girl, even if it means marrying the woman who’s been raising her. Fortunately Anabel Truman is anything but another bad decision…
“Good With His Hands”
As best friends, Pete Watson and Cassidy McClannahan have a “no sex” relationship. It may be a rigid rule, but it works–until Pete decides he wants to push the line and transform himself into the perfect guy he thinks Cassidy wants.
“Foster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters.” –Christine Feehan
Bringing Up Baby is part of the The Watson Brothers series.
The full series includes the following stories:
- My House, My Rules
- Bringing Up Baby
- Good With His Hands
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Bringing Up Baby is included in the following editions. Click any cover to see which editions are still available to purchase:
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Excerpt from Bringing Up Baby
Gil Watson was both nervous and excited-an odd combination he hadn't experienced since his first years of college. These days he was confidence personified, commanding even, an in-charge guy perfect for the corporate world. He prided himself on his professional demeanor, his calm outlook on life. He had a business to run for his family; they relied on him and he enjoyed that.He'd grown up - and in the process permanently buried all wild inclinations.
But today, the figures blurred on the computer screen in front of him. He wasn't getting much work done, which seemed to be the norm of late, rather than the exception. It had taken only one phone call to throw him off track, but then, it wasn't every day a man learned he had a daughter, a daughter he hadn't known of until two weeks ago.
He hadn't been the same since.
Would she look like him? At two and a half years, was a child developed enough to look like anyone? What he knew about babies wouldn't fill a thimble. At thirty-two, he concentrated on knowing business, family responsibility, and finances.And not to brag, he also knew women.
But he knew zilch about being a father.
It still boggled his mind that Shelly had never said a word.He saw her two or three times a year, whenever business took him to Atlanta. He'd been to her office, to her home, met her coworkers and friends. Right after his father's death three years ago, he'd been so sick at heart that he'd done things he wasn't proud of.
Like using Shelly.
Not that she hadn't been willing. She'd sent him one of her looks and he'd reciprocated, and within the hour they'd gone from business associates to lovers. He still remembered the wild, frenzied way she'd taken him. For two days, he kept her in his motel room burning up the sheets. She'd catered to his sexual needs, his fantasies, and even his less than orthodox demands-the demands he'd thought well under control. She'd been everything he'd physically wanted and needed at the time.
In truth, she'd wrung him out and left his body and mind thankfully blank for an entire weekend, relieving his sense of loss for his father, obliterating his concern about taking over the family business and the overwhelming responsibilities he'd accepted as his own.
It was when he'd awakened and saw her looming over him,smiling with too much emotion for a mere sexual coupling,that Gil had realized his mistake. Shelly wanted a husband and apparently saw him as a prime candidate. But he didn't want the burden of a wife added to the new load he already carried.
His oldest brother was a cop, his youngest brother still in school, and his mother had never involved herself with the company. Taking over the successful family novelty business and keeping them all financially solvent had naturally fallen to Gil. Outwardly, he was the most staid, the only one who'd shown an interest, his father's protégé.
No, the last thing he'd wanted was a wife to further muddy the waters, so he'd done what he considered wise and responsible.He'd gently explained his lack of interest and had never again touched Shelly sexually. Yet she'd had his baby and continued to associate with him as a close friend. Without once ever telling him.
Gil's stomach clenched over such a deception. He hadn't known, damn it, but that was no excuse. Shelly had taken care of their baby alone and now she was gone. He couldn't make things right by her-but he could raise their daughter. And he would.
Giving up, he closed out the computer program and leaned back in his chair, his mind churning with regrets and curiosity and that persistent nervousness. A baby, his baby. Jesus.
A small commotion in the outer office drew him forward again in his chair. He grew alert, his brows drawn in confusion when the door opened and his assistant stuck her head in. Her frown rivaled his own. "Gil, you have ... company."
At fifty, Alice wasn't prone to melodrama. Her expression had Gil rising from his desk in a rush. "Who is it?"
"Well, the young lady introduced herself as Anabel Truman. And the youngest lady is Nicole Lane Tyree, as I understand it, although all she's done is suck her thumb."
Every muscle in Gil's body went rigid. His brain cramped. His daughter was here-with Anabel-two weeks early. He rounded his desk with a long stride.
Damn Anabel, he'd offered to come to her, to buy her airline tickets, to pay for their transportation. As contrary and outrageous as ever, she'd refused, telling him it'd be at least ten days before she could leave. Ten long days before he'd get to meet his baby.
Yet she was here, at his office, where he didn't want her to be, rather than at his home where he might keep his private business private for a little while longer. At least until he could figure out what to do, how to proceed...
Arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, Alice moved out of his way as Gil charged forward. If this was a deliberate ploy on Anabel's part to discredit him, he'd-well, he didn't know what he'd do yet, but he'd think of something. Because Anabel had been Shelly's roommate, he'd known her as long as he'd known Shelly. She was always there when he visited, always twitting him, picking at him. Her presence was always unnerving; she made him think things he shouldn't think, things he had tried not to think now that he had new responsibilities to consider.
As Shelly's best friend, she'd been off-limits then. But no more.
He threw the door wide and then froze, his heart shooting into his throat, his stomach dropping, his knees almost giving out. Damn it, why did Anabel have that effect on him?
She looked the same as always: seductive. He'd never really liked her. She was too outspoken and pushy. Too overtly sexual and in your face. Too... hot. She was one of those women you just knew would be incredible in the sack and it made him nuts.
It wasn't just her jewelry, her overdone makeup and risqué clothing that had made her far too difficult to ignore. There'd been something about the way she watched him, too, her close attention, the carnality in her gaze that made him wonder if their basic natures might mesh.
That thought had kept him on edge whenever he was around her.
Now he realized that she might have Watched him for the simple reason that he was Nicole's father and didn't know it. He might have totally misread her.
When she'd called, her tone had been devoid of accusation,empty of any real emotion when usually she teemed with emotion. She'd told him of Shelly's death, of his baby girl, all with a detachment that had left him bewildered and floundering-a situation he didn't like one bit. He was used to being in charge, of knowing what he did and why and having no doubts whatsoever.
Did it matter to Anabel that he hadn't known of the baby?
She stood there now in low-slung, faded jeans, a clinging stretch top of bright pink and... oh God, she had a belly button ring. He fixated on that for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time before he heard her low, throaty laugh. He jerked his gaze up to her face.
The woman was beyond outrageous, and in the months since he'd last seen her she'd only grown more so. "Anabel." Thankfully, his tone was even, polite. "This is a surprise."
"I know." She grinned, and that grin was so teasing that Gil felt it like a tactile touch. Then he saw the exhaustion she tried to mask, the utter weariness in every line of her body.
Sudden worry overwhelmed every other emotion. "What's happened?"
At the sound of his voice, a pale face surrounded by dark curls peeked out from behind Anabel's knees. Until that moment, Gil hadn't noticed the tiny hands hugging around her legs, the little bare feet behind hers.
The baby, his baby, was hiding.
At his very first glimpse of her, Gil's heart turned over. He couldn't get enough oxygen into his starved lungs. She was so tiny, he hadn't expected...
Without really thinking about it, he went to one knee, putting himself more on her diminutive level. "Nicole?"
The little girl blinked enormous chocolate brown eyes framed by long lashes. Her rosebud mouth crumbled and she tried to climb up the back of Anabel's legs, saying, "Mommy!"
Mommy? Taken aback, Gil lifted a brow and looked to Anabel for some explanation.
Anabel pulled Nicole around to her front and playfully scooped her up, holding her to her breasts and laughing. "Hey,little rat, remember what I told you? I promise you don't need to be afraid."
Little rat? But the child had a stranglehold on Anabel that she couldn't pry loose, so it didn't appear she'd taken offense at the less than complimentary endearment.
Anabel glanced at Gil and shrugged in apology. "It's been along trip and she's tired."
Disappointment shook him, but Gil hid it. At least he hoped he did. He rose slowly to his feet again. "Come into my office." Stepping back, he held the door open until Anabel had swept past him. He could feel her energy, detect her light flowery scent. Behind on his office floor she'd left a large colorful bag overflowing with a tattered stuffed bear, a faded print blanket,a squeeze bottle of juice, and other baby paraphernalia.
Blank-brained, at an utter loss, Gil looked at Alice.
In her typical no-nonsense manner, Alice lifted the bag and pressed it into his hands. "The child might need this."
"Of course." The damn thing weighed a ton. "Hold all my calls and cancel any appointments."
"You were meeting your mother and brother for lunch."
His brain scrambled in panic mode before settling on a course. "Call Sam. Tell him Anabel is here. He'll understand."
"You're the boss." Alice hesitated. "Gil, if you need anything else ..."
She'd been his father's secretary, and now his. She was protective and loyal, and Gil sent her a smile of gratitude. "Thanks.I'll let you know." Then, on second thought he added, "How about some coffee, Alice?"
"I'll bring it right away."
"Thank you." Gil stepped into his office, shut the door, and tried to figure out what to do next. He silently tallied the facts at hand: Anabel was here, a woman he shouldn't have wanted,but did. His daughter was here, a child he'd only just found out about but already cherished. His life was about to undergo some drastic changes. He had to do something-but all he managed was to stand there, watching the two of them.
Anabel had sprawled in his black leather desk chair, the child on her lap, and she was whispering in Nicole's ear, kissing her downy cheek, and rubbing her narrow back.
Gil wanted to hold her. He wanted to cuddle his child and know her and let her know him. The feeling was so alien, yet so powerful, Gil naturally shied away from it.
"We're starving." Anabel glanced up at him. "You got anything to eat?"
Finally having a purpose, Gil strolled to his desk to perch on the edge and pushed the intercom button. "Can we order up some lunch, too, Alice?"
"Sandwiches, pizza, soup."
He turned to Anabel, leaving the choice up to her, and she said, "Pepperoni pizza. Maybe some salad for me, too. And a Mountain Dew if it's available-I could use the caffeine kick. I have juice for Toots, here."
Alice said, "Give me fifteen minutes."
With that accomplished, Gil settled back, linking his fingers and resting his hands on his thighs. The pose was relaxed when he felt anything but. He made note of so many things at once. The dark circles under Anabel's green eyes, the windblown disarray of her short, fawn-colored hair. The row of hoop earrings in her left ear, each increasing in size. Five total,he counted, the largest about as big as a quarter.
A tattoo circled her upper arm. It appeared to be a horizontal flower vine, but it was too delicate for him to be sure without leaning forward for a closer look. And he wasn't about to get that close to her.
Nicole twisted slightly to see him, but she kept her nose stuck in Anabel's neck, her arms locked around her. Her round eyes were huge and wary.
Gil tried for his gentlest smile. "Hello there."
He badly wanted to touch her, and he didn't deny himself. Slowly reaching out with only one finger, he stroked the silky soft hair over her temple. His heart threatened to punch through his chest.
She shied away, going back into hiding and gripping Anabel with new fervor.
"Give her time, Gil. She's been through a lot."
The idea of what she'd been though smote him clean through to his soul. He was her father; he should have been there for her, protecting her, making her feel safe and secure no matter what else happened. He cleared his throat. "And you,as well. I know you and Shelly were close."
She looked away. In a whisper she said, "Toward the end, I barely knew her at all."
Toward the end? The end of what? Shelly had died suddenly of a car wreck, Anabel had told him. What did she mean, then? But his questions would have to wait until Nicole wasn't listening. He didn't know how much a child her age might comprehend, and he wouldn't risk adding to her trauma.
Alice knocked before stepping in with a tray of coffee and cups. "This will get you started before the lunch arrives. The little girl has something to drink?"
Anabel shoved to her feet with Nicole still clinging like a determined monkey. "Juice-never leave home without it."
"Juice," Nicole mimicked. She stuck out one skinny arm in demand, grasping at the air with her tiny fingers.
Gil wanted to melt on the spot. She was by far the most precious thing he'd ever seen. "I'll get it for her."
"Thanks." Anabel hoisted her small burden a little higher in her arms. "Methinks naptime is closing in." She winked at Gil, then moved to the leather couch and pried Nicole loose to sit her on the cushion next to her. "You're giving him a complex,rat. Say hi again, like you mean it this time."
Nicole sat there, her pudgy bare feet sticking off the couch cushion, sizing him up with an unblinking stare. To Gil's surprise,she suddenly treated him to a beatific smile, wrinkling her little pug nose and scrunching her whole face up. "Hi."
"Good girl." Anabel accepted the coffee that Alice handed to her and took a long sip, groaning in pleasure. "Wonderful.You're an angel, thank you."
"My pleasure." Alice retreated from the room.
Cautiously, not wanting to startle her, Gil handed his daughter her juice. "Is it cold enough for you?"
"She doesn't like it cold, do you, Nicki?" Nicole didn't answer. She had the squeeze bottle tipped up, guzzling away until juice ran down her chin. Anabel quickly put her coffee aside to relieve her of the drink. Eyelids drooping, Nicole turned to her side, put her head in Anabel's lap, and just that easily, dozed off.
"She's run out of gas."
End of Excerpt