His Baby Deal (The Diamond Club Book 6)

by Elizabeth Lennox

  “How long, Jessa?” he demanded.

  She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re like a pit bull sometimes, honey.”

  “Flattery won’t distract me this time.”

  The nurses and doctor chuckled. “I think that was an insult,” one of the nurses murmured. Jessa nodded, rolling her eyes. Unfortunately, the next contraction started.

  “How long, Jessa?”

  “A while!” she yelled as the contraction strengthened, peaked, then eased up. “A while. But I really did think they were false labor, honey.”

  “You should have told me. We’re in this together. We agreed to that.”

  “I know. But…” another contraction, and this one was worse. “I just…I didn’t want to worry you over nothing! You get so wound up when I am hurt. I don’t want you worrying!”

  Jessa shrieked all of this and Jayce felt like an absolute heel. She was right. Even Carly had mentioned that he tended to overreact whenever Jessa was hurt in any way. But…hell, that’s what he was here for! He wanted to help her!

  Jayce knew that now was not the time to discuss it. Later, when she wasn’t in so much pain, he’d…Hell, he couldn’t think of anything at the moment, his heart and gut felt as if they were splitting open because his Jessa was in pain.

  For the next several hours, he helped her as much as he could. When her water broke, everyone seemed to move into warp speed. “Okay, Jessa, I can see the head. You’re going to push now.”

  Jessa screamed, even though the doctor had numbed the area “down there”. He couldn’t think of it as the place he loved so much right now. “Honey, you can do it,” he urged, as she strained. A few more pushes, screams and tingling fingers and…a baby slipped into the arms of the doctor.

  “It’s a boy!” the doctor grinned.

  A moment later, Jayce just…crumpled. Fainted.

  Jessa looked at her husband on the floor of the delivery room. “Jayce?” she asked weakly.

  Several nurses rushed over to help him.

  “Wait!” Jessa called. The nurses froze, looking at her curiously. “I’m sorry, but could someone snap a picture of him like that? Please?”

  The nurses stared for a long, stunned moment, then they laughed. Quickly, a nurse pulled her cell phone out and snapped a picture, then revived Jayce.

  When Jayce stood up, three nurses stood by, ready to steady him, one of them leading him over to a chair while another brought him some juice.

  “Just sit down for a few minutes,” the third nurse coddled.

  Jessa smiled even though she could barely lift her head. “You okay, big guy?” she asked, reaching out. Jayce grabbed her fingers, holding them with surprising strength for a man who had just been lifted off of the floor after a dead faint.

  “I’m fine. What happened?”

  “You passed out,” she informed him with a grin.

  Jayce stared at her, his stomach sinking. “I didn’t.”

  She giggled. “You did.”

  The nurse who had taken his picture tapped her phone. “Where should I send the photo?”

  Jessa laughed as she gave the woman her e-mail address. “Thank you so much.”

  The nurse winked at Jessa as she sent the message. “My pleasure.”

  “You didn’t!” Jayce growled.

  Jessa’s melodic laughter soothed his soul. “I did. Did you hear that we have a baby boy?” she asked.

  Jayce’s mind blanked as he turned to watch as one of the nurses brought the baby to Jessa. Standing, he walked to her, putting his arm along the back of the delivery bed. The nurses and doctors were still rushing around, doing whatever it was that they did after a delivery. But Jayce had eyes only for Jessa and the impossibly small infant in her arms. “He’s beautiful,” Jayce whispered, emotions closing his throat. Bending down, he kissed her forehead. “You’re beautiful.”

  Jessa knew that he was lying, but she smiled up at him anyway. “I love you too.”

  Excerpt from “Forbidden Lover” – Carly’s Story

  The Diamond Club Series

  Release Date: September 13, 2019

  Click HERE to get “Forbidden Lover”

  Over the hill and through the hoops…

  Not exactly how the holiday song goes, but Carly couldn’t seem to get it out of her head.

  Carly pushed herself harder, ignoring the scratch on the palm of her hand. It stung, but the pain helped in an odd way. “Harder!” she whispered to herself as she jumped over a log that she’d only seen at the last moment. Carly stumbled, but quickly regained her balance. She paused for a moment, frowning at the scratch on her hand, then back at the log, glaring at the obnoxious thing. “Okay, unexpected but…”

  She turned and eyed the next obstacle. Her determination wobbled slightly, but Carly wasn’t giving in. Heights. Darn it, she really hated heights!

  Carly considered walking around this one. Glancing towards the next obstacle, then the next and…well, beyond those two, she couldn’t see the next one since it was hidden in the trees. If she walked around one, why couldn’t she walk around all of them?

  “I’m not giving in!” she muttered, squelching the thought. So, Carly climbed the rope ladder and hooked on her tether, the safety precaution that she knew Ryker had installed to ensure that anyone falling off wouldn’t hit the ground and break anything. Or necks. Was a neck a bone? No, it was a series of bones, she told herself.

  “No broken necks,” she said with absolute determination as she looked out in front of her. “I can do this!” But staring at the logs that had been hung from the trees, Carly wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t just one log, but a huge log that had been cut into several pieces, each piece hung by two ropes. That meant that each section moved separately!

  “Ryker, you must have a demented mind if you think this kind of thing is fun!” she muttered to herself.

  Thankfully, there was a rope along both sides of the obstacle so she could hold on and, hopefully, maintain her balance. But as she stepped out onto the first log section, the stupid thing swayed dramatically and she pulled back.

  Looking out at the woods, she took a moment to catch her breath. That last part of the obstacle course had been about a two mile run, so her heart pounded in her chest. Probably part of the psychotic test that Ryker had developed. A calm heart rate made it easier to navigate these insane obstacles. A rapid heartrate…not so easy.

  She inched to the edge of the platform and glared at the stupid logs swaying in the gentle breeze. Were they taunting her? Were they laughing at her?

  “Not today!” she growled, gripping the rope tightly.

  “Calm your breathing, Carly!” a deep voice called from the ground behind her.

  Carly’s foot had just touched the log again but with the familiar voice, she jerked back and looked down. Sure enough, Ryker Thune was there, right underneath her, his sexy arms flexed underneath that tight, black shirt and…wow, the man looked amazing! Did he have any body fat on him? Carly doubted it.

  “Just calm your breathing and your heartrate will slow down.”

  “Right,” she muttered. With Ryker around, her heart wouldn’t slow down. In fact, just the opposite. With him watching, she could feel her body tense, her heart accelerate, and all she wanted to do was shimmy down the ladder and throw herself into his arms. Or maybe jump down, right into his arms. Maybe she could get halfway across and just…fall, right into his arms!

  Hmm….all of her options involved those arms. Good plan!

  No! Bad plan! Ryker was the best friend of not just one of her overly protective brothers, but both of them. And since the oh-so-steaming-hot Ryker was also part owner in The Solutions Group, the company at which she also was employed, Carly didn’t think it would be wise to make a pass at him.

  Not that she even knew how to make a pass at someone like Ryker. Ha! That was a stupid thought. Carly didn’t know how to make a pass at any man! Flirting just didn’t come naturally to her. Organizing? Yeah, she could take over the milit
ary and make it more efficient. Flirting, unfortunately, simply wasn’t in her skill set.

  “Carly? Are you okay? Do you need help?” Ryker called.

  Carly glanced down at him, realizing belatedly that she was standing on the stupid platform fantasizing about the man. Now he thought she was scared. She was! But she didn’t want Ryker to know that. Scared was for sissies and she wasn’t a sissy!

  “Carly?” he called, drifting nearer to the rope ladder.

  “I’m fine!” she answered, then bit her lower lip, thinking that maybe she should have let him come up and “save” her. She could have pressed against his hard chest and learned what it felt like. Just once, she wanted to know what Ryker’s arms and chest felt like wrapped protectively around her body. He was so damn big, stunning, and muscular and…

  “I’m coming up, honey. Just stay there and I’ll get you.”

  “No! I’m fine!” she told him quickly. And to prove it, she put her foot on the first log, gripping the rope with both hands as she stepped forward. “Why are you here?” she called out, needing a distraction. “You weren’t supposed to be back for three more hours.”

  “I finished early and told Jimmy to get us home fast,” he replied, referring to one of the pilots that flew the various teams from The Solutions Group. The Solutions Group had ten private jets. There was always one plane here at home base for emergencies while the other pilots flew the teams around the world. They were all luxurious and amazing, but with extra-large baggage compartments capable of storing the teams’ sometimes bizarre equipment.

  “That’s nice,” she replied back, focusing so that she didn’t slip and make a fool of herself.

  “Point your feet out like a duck. That will give you better balance.”

  She did so, angling her toes outward and, almost immediately, walking along the log was significantly easier. “Huh!” she moved to the second and then the third, making her way all the way along the logs to the next platform. “I did it!” she yelled, turning to look over her shoulder. But Ryker was no longer there. “Did you…?”

  A strong arm pulled her towards the center of the platform and Carly squeaked slightly, her hands flying up as her back was plastered against the incredibly firm chest of the man who had featured in way too many of her dreams over the years.

  “Yeah,” Ryker said, his eyes smiling down at her from his superior height. “You did it. Good job.”

  Was his voice deeper? Huskier? Oh my, he was shockingly hard! Peering over her shoulder, Carly looked up into his eyes, seeing the crystal blue more intensely from here. Almost black hair, shockingly blue eyes, and tanned skin covering hard, yummy muscles, Ryker Thune was…smoking hot!

  “You did a great job, Carly,” he told her. Even though she was nowhere near the edge of the platform, his arm remained around her waist, holding her firmly against his rock-hard chest. Since Carly had pictured this exact scenario so many times, there wasn’t any possibility of her doing anything that might cause his arms to shift.

  “What are you doing?” he asked softly. And darn it, his arms moved away! Did his hand slide against her stomach ever so slightly? Maybe. Or it could be her imagination.

  What was she doing? Carly doubted he’d want to hear that she was fantasizing about him making love to her right here against the rough bark of the tree. Nope, that thought was most likely reserved for her own mental amusement. Something she’d take out tonight when she was at home with Lucifer, her unsympathetic cat.

  Pulling her gaze away from his too-handsome face, she sighed and stepped away. “I watch you all doing the course from my office window. I’ve never tried it and thought I wanted to give it a shot.”

  “You’ve never said that you wanted to tackle this course. What changed your mind?” He walked over to the rope ladder and stepped down it as if he were walking along concrete. Did the man ever look stupid or awkward? Meanwhile, she took hold of the ladder and wobbled her way down, her foot slipping off the rope rungs several times.

  Just to make her decent even more exciting and embarrassing…she had to go down backwards. This wouldn’t be a problem if she were alone. But nooo! Ryker stood right there on the ground, staring up at her! Ugh! Her workout leggings definitely didn’t hide enough for something like this!

  When she finally reached the ground, Carly spun around quickly, not wanting to give him another view.

  He smiled down at her, devastatingly delicious and completely unattainable. “Are you ready for the wall?”

  Wall? Was he the wall? She’d definitely love to climb him!

  “This way,” he started walking towards the next obstacle.

  “Darn it!” she muttered, and turned to follow him.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, turning to glance back at her.

  Looking up into those blue eyes of his, she kept the sigh to herself. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” She focused on the path. “Don’t the teams need to run this path?”

  “Yeah. But it’s okay to walk it, too.”

  She shook her head. “Nope. I’m trying to get in shape. I’m going to jog the course.”

  “I’ll go with you.”

  She stumbled slightly, and he grabbed her, saving her from face-planting into the ground.

  “Thanks,” she told him, straightening up. “You don’t need to do this with me. I’m sure that you’re exhausted after flying all night.”

  “I slept on the flight home. Besides, doing the obstacle course will be a good way to get the blood moving after being trapped in a plane for the past twelve hours.”

  She couldn’t argue with that. Well, she could! But she wasn’t sure what her argument might be. Carly had trouble concentrating when Ryker was around and it had only gotten worse over the past few months. Maybe it was because her brothers, Oz and Jayce, were so happily married with kids. Maybe she was craving something similar.

  No, if that were the case, she’d start looking for other men to date. Someone who could get rid of this pointless infatuation she had for Ryker.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  Ready to run with a man who was almost a foot taller than she was? “Um…why don’t we just walk it?”

  “Come on. It will be fun,” he encouraged.

  With a sigh, she nodded. “Fine. But I set the pace!”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teased and set off at an easy jog.

  An easy jog for him, that is. Carly was gasping for breath after just a few minutes, but she hid it, not wanting Ryker to know how long it had been since she’d run that fast. Maybe elementary school? Nope, not even then.

  When they finally reached the next obstacle, she bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath.

  “You okay? Did I go too fast?”

  She lifted a finger up into the air, silently asking him to hold on for a moment. She needed several moments to catch her breath. When she was finally able to straighten, she frowned at him and noticed that he wasn’t even breathing hard. “Damn it!” she mumbled.

  He knew what she meant and chuckled. “I do this for a living, honey. Don’t beat yourself up. It’s great that you’re even out here trying.”

  She nodded and turned to face her next challenge. “Right. That’s what they’ll put on my gravestone. ‘She was out there, trying’. It will give others a moment’s pause before they meander over to their dead relative.”

  He laughed softly as they both turned to face the next obstacle. But this…this wasn’t an obstacle. This wasn’t some log in the path or crazy ropes hanging from the trees. “That’s a wall, Ryker.” She stared at the wood, not sure what she was supposed to do about it.

  “Yep.”

  A man of few words, he looked down at her, the look obviously stating, “What are you waiting for?”

  “Why in the world did you put a wall up in the middle of the forest?”

  He laughed again. “We go up and over the wall, hon.”

  She stared up at him, then turned to look at the wall. “That’s an eight foo
t wall!”

  “Yeah. Give or take an inch caused by the dirt settling around the supports.”

  Again, she turned to look up at him, then at the wall. “And…uh…what am I supposed to do with the wall?”

  “Climb up and over the top, then jump down to the other side,” he told her, his tone clear that the explanation should be completely obvious.

  “Right,” she replied, nodding her head as she stared at the wall. “Um…how?”

  He laughed. “Want to walk around it? There’s–”

  “No!” she cut him off. “If others can do this, so can I!”

  She walked over to the wall and reached up, but her five foot, five inch height didn’t even get near the top.

  Turning around, she noticed he had that “let’s-watch-what-she-tries” expression on his devilishly handsome features.

  With a sigh, she glared up at him, crossing her arms across her with exasperation. “Okay, big guy. What’s the trick to this?”

  He shook his head. “It’s different for men and women.”

  Of course! Why make things easy? “How do you do it?”

  He didn’t answer her. Instead, he walked over to the wall, reached up and, because he was six feet, four inches tall and had the upper body strength of “The Hulk”, he literally lifted himself up and over. Then he vanished over the other side. A moment later, he walked back around. “Want me to show you how women do it?”

  “I hate being a woman!” she grumbled, but then acknowledged that her ‘tude wasn’t going to get her up and over this stupid wall. “Okay, give me the trick.”

  “Personally, I like that you’re a woman, Carly.”

  She swallowed, not exactly sure how to take that comment. Her insides melted into a warm, gooey goo and she was pretty sure that her cheeks tinged a bright, embarrassing pink.

  Then he started talking and that goo…hmm…still there, but she focused on his words.

  “Women have more power in their core versus their upper body. So, you’re going to use that to pull yourself up.” He stepped back, then ran for the wall, jumping so he could grab onto the top of the wall, his running shoes braced against the face of the wall. “Just jiggle your body as you pull your feet up, then slide your leg over.”