Undercover Christmas

by BJ Daniels

  Table of Contents

  Cover Page

  Excerpt

  Dear Reader

  Title Page

  Dedication

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  “All I can tell you is…the truth.”

  “The truth?” Chase asked, sounding skeptical.

  Marni nodded as she turned to face him. “The truth is…I’m in love with you.”

  For a moment, she thought he’d laugh in her face. “Cut your losses and give up this charade,” he said, dropping his voice to a menacing softness as he leaned closer. “You are no more pregnant with my child than you are in love with me.”

  Before she could move, he took her face in his hands. In the depths of his gaze, she saw what he planned to do. He took her mouth with an intensity that stunned her. Her body ached; no one had ever kissed her like this.

  He broke off the kiss and shoved himself away from her. “You and I have never kissed before,” he said. “If we had, I would have remembered.”

  Dear Reader,

  You’ve told us that stories about hidden identities are some of your favorites, so this month we’re happy to bring you another, in the HIDDEN IDENTITY promotion. Join B. J. Daniels for a special Christmas HIDDEN IDENTITY mystery.

  B.J. loves old houses, like the one in Undercover Christmas—set in her hometown of Bozeman, Montana—because they always have secrets of their own. So do families. Coming from a family that is rumored to have had a few horse thieves of its own, B.J.’s always been fascinated by family dynamics. She’d love to hear from her readers at P.O. Box 183, Bozeman, Montana 59771.

  We hope you enjoy it—and all the HIDDEN IDENTITY books coming to you in the months ahead.

  Regards,

  Debra Matteucci

  Senior Editor & Editorial Coordinator

  Harlequin Books

  300 East 42nd Street

  New York, NY 10017

  Undercover Christmas

  B. J. Daniels

  To my daughter, Danielle Rosanne Smith.

  Thanks for all the laughs, the love

  and the encouragement. You’re the best

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Marni McCumber—She had no idea what she was getting into when she pretended to be seven months pregnant to help her twin.

  Chase Calloway—He knew he wasn’t the father of this woman’s baby and he planned to prove it—if he could just keep her alive long enough.

  Elise McCumber—All she did was fall in love with a man named Chase Calloway and now someone wanted her and her unborn baby dead.

  Jabe Calloway—He wanted a grandchild and he would do anything to get one.

  Vanessa Calloway—She was determined to keep the Calloway fortune for herself and her sons.

  Lilly Calloway—Who knew what she’d do to settle an old score?

  Hayes Calloway—He was in a loveless marriage, tied to a woman he suspected was a killer.

  Felicia Calloway—She planned to have the baby who would inherit the Calloway fortune—and nothing was going to stop her.

  Dayton Calloway—He was tired of not being the favorite son and decided to do something about it.

  Prologue

  November 3

  A biting cold wind stole down Main Street, sending the last of the shoppers scurrying. Chase pulled his coat around him and stepped to the curb in front of the old Bozeman Hotel to check again. It wasn’t like his father to be late. But then Jabe Calloway had been doing a lot of unlikely things in the past few weeks.

  Lights flickered off as downtown stores closed for the night. The traffic dwindled, exhausts cloudy and white as the vehicles passed. From the dark sky, snow sifted, covering the town in an icy layer of frost.

  Worry stole Chase’s thoughts the way the cold stole his body heat. He stomped his feet and rubbed his gloved hands together trying to stay warm. No, it wasn’t like Jabe Calloway to be late nor to call his oldest son and ask him to meet him on a street corner.

  The memory of something Chase thought he’d heard in his father’s voice suddenly chilled him more than the weather. He hadn’t been able to put a name to it. Probably because it was a word he’d never associated with his father. Fear. Chase glanced at his watch. Almost an hour late. Jabe had been explicit about the time. Nine sharp. Jabe had some papers he needed to sign at the family attorney’s office and he wanted Chase to go with him. But at this late hour? No, Jabe Calloway wasn’t himself lately. Either something was terribly wrong or—

  Chase turned at the sound of hurried footsteps slapping the snow-coated concrete. Jabe Calloway halted beneath the streetlamp across the intersection ten yards away and glanced upward as if waiting for the traffic light to change. He wore a gray Stetson hat on his salt-and-pepper hair, and a dark plaid shirt, jeans and boots beneath the long stockman duster that flapped open in the wind. At sixty-five, Jabe still stood six feet four and looked as solid as the lamppost next to him.

  And yet for one ridiculous moment, Chase thought he saw his father stagger. Thought he saw frailty in those broad shoulders. And vulnerability.

  The light changed. Jabe seemed to hesitate. Worried, Chase stepped off the curb and headed toward his father. He could feel Jabe’s pale blue gaze. Eyes the same color as his own. Eyes always filled with a stubborn determination that brooked no interference.

  Jabe nodded once and started across the street, all that usual arrogance and authority in his step. Chase almost laughed. Had he really thought Jabe Calloway might be in trouble? That this immovable rock of a man might need help?

  The truck appeared out of nowhere. Headlights sliced through the snowfall as its engine revved and bore down on the tall cowboy in the street. Chase dived, hurling his father to the gutter as the truck’s grill connected with Chase’s left leg, the pavement with Chase’s head. The lights went out. The truck kept going.

  Chapter One

  December 20

  Marni pounded on the motel-room door, panicked by the hysterical phone call that had sent her racing across town on icy winter roads just days before Christmas.

  “This’d better be good, Elise,” she muttered as she waited impatiently for her sister to answer the door. This was so like Elise. After a five-month absence, a frantic phone call from a motel. And what was Elise doing staying at a motel anyway? She always stayed with Marni between adventures. So what had happened this time?

  Only one answer presented itself, flashing on like one of the Christmas lights strung along the motel’s eaves. It had to be man trouble, Marni thought with a groan. That was the only thing that rattled her sister’s legendary composure.

  Marni pounded on the door again, trying not to think about how many times she’d had to rescue her sister. Elise had a natural ability for getting into trouble but no talent for getting herself out. She also had a knack for the dramatic. Marni rolled her eyes. Of course Elise did. She was in the theater. It didn’t matter that she designed sets rather than performed onstage; Elise loved the drama. All Marni could hope was that things weren’t half as bad as her sister had made them out to be on the p
hone.

  On the other side of the door, she could hear Elise fumbling with the lock.

  The door opened a crack and El’s tear-streaked face peeked around the edge. “Hi,” she said with an apologetic smile.

  Marni looked into the mirror image of her own face and felt instant relief that Elise appeared to be all right. Her twin sister had made it sound like the end of the world, as if this time she was in serious trouble. So serious that Marni had abandoned her employees at the boutique to come charging over here at two in the afternoon on one of the busiest shopping days of the year, to save her twin who appeared not to need saving at all, just a shoulder to cry on.

  Elise opened the door a little wider and Marni pushed her way in, feeling a lecture coming as surely as her next breath.

  “El, this better not be another one of your—” The word stunts never left her lips. Speechless, Marni stared at her twin.

  Elise stood, pigeon-toed and timid, wearing a flannel nightgown and a pair of bunny slippers. She gave Marni another apologetic smile, her eyes filling with tears as she looked down at the source of Marni’s speechlessness—her swollen belly.

  “You’re…pregnant?” Marni cried. “You’re pregnant?” Frantically she tried to remember the last time she’d seen her twin. Summer. El had stopped by the boutique, slim and excited about the new man in her life. Admittedly, Marni hadn’t been paying a lot of attention. A new man in Elise’s life wasn’t exactly earth-shattering news. Now, if it had been Marni with a new man—any man—that would have been news.

  “You’re pregnant,” Marni repeated. She replayed what she could remember of Elise’s phone call five months ago. Something about a theater tour in London. Marni had suspected the “tour” was also a romantic rendezvous but it had never crossed her mind that El might be—“Pregnant!”

  Elise nodded. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks and Marni could see the dam about to break. She rushed to her sister, hugged her tightly, then took her hands in hers.

  No wedding band. At least Elise hadn’t eloped and forgotten to tell her. She’d just gotten pregnant and failed to mention it.

  “A baby”, Marni said brightly as she led Elise over to the bed. They sat on the edge. A zillion questions buzzed around in Marni’s head. “How did this happen?”

  A stupid question. And obviously the wrong one. Elise burst into a flood of tears. Marni grabbed a box of tissues from the night table—where already used ones were piled high—and handed several to her twin.

  The story came out between sobs, sniffles and nose-blowing. Elise had met a man last summer, fallen head over heels in love and found herself pregnant—and him long gone. “His name is Chase Calloway.”

  Sounded like a made-up name, if Marni had ever heard one. “Where did you meet him?”

  “Remember that fender bender I had last June in Boze-man? It was his truck I ran into.” El smiled at the memory. “He bought me dinner because I was upset. He was so sweet and thoughtful.”

  Marni just bet he was.

  “He was in town for a few days so we spent them together.”

  “In town?”

  “He travels a lot, just like me.”

  Marni just bet he did. “How few days?”

  “Four. And don’t tell me someone can’t fall in love in four days.”

  Heaven forbid Marni would even suggest such a thing. Elise could fall in love in four seconds. “He knows about the baby?”

  Elise nodded. “He’d been out of town for a while and I was worried about him. When he called in August—” she sniffed “—he said he couldn’t see me anymore. He couldn’t explain. It was complicated, had to do with his father and his family and the way he was raised.”

  “So you told him about the baby,” Marni interjected.

  Elise shook her head. The waterworks started again and through the crying Marni pieced together the story as best she could. In August, El, heartbroken and feeling heroic, had decided to have the baby on her own and had taken off to London to live the tragic life of a romantic heroine. But her bravado started to fail when her belly started to grow, the play closed and her job ended. Now she was having complications and had flown back to the States where her doctor had prescribed bed rest until the baby was born.

  “So when did you tell him about the baby?”

  “Yesterday, when I got back. I called his family’s ranch in the Horseshoe Hills. When he came to the phone, he sounded…strange.” Elise chewed her lower lip for a moment. “He acted like he didn’t know me and didn’t know what I was talking about.”

  “So,” Marni said, trying to figure out exactly what her sister wanted her to do about all this. “You want me to find you a place to live and someone to come in and stay with you until the baby is born?”

  Elise shook her head.

  “You want to move in with me?”

  Elise shook her head.

  Marni let out a silent sigh of relief. As much as she loved her twin, she couldn’t imagine the two of them living under the same roof for more than a short visit. They were too…different.

  “You want to go live with Mom?”

  “Good heavens, no!” Elise cried.

  “Maybe you’d better tell me what it is you want me to do.”

  “Take me to see him.”

  “Who?” she asked, wishing she didn’t know.

  “Chase.”

  “Did your doctor say you could go?’” Marni asked and saw from El’s expression that he’d said just the opposite.

  “I have to talk to Chase,” Elise cried. “He loves me. I know he does. He said he’s always wanted a baby. Something is wrong or he wouldn’t be acting like this now that he knows I’m pregnant. He’s avoiding me because of his family. His father, Jabe Calloway.”

  Marni reminded herself of all the times since grade school her twin had involved her in “sticky situations,” but at the same time she and Elise both knew that Marni McCumber was a registered, card-carrying sucker for anyone in trouble. And her twin was in classic trouble.

  “Chase said his father rules the family like a dictator,” Elise cried. “Chase wouldn’t deny his own baby unless he was being forced to. I know if I could just talk to him—”

  Marni looked at the lump on El’s lap. All the other times, it had just been Elise in some dilemma. Now there was a baby. Marni’s niece or nephew.

  “I’ll call this Chase Calloway and talk to him,” she relented. What could that hurt?

  Elise hugged her and provided the phone number at the Calloway Ranch. Marni reached for the phone on the night table and punched in the number.

  A woman answered on the third ring. Marni asked for Chase.

  “May I tell him what this is in regard to?” she inquired.

  “Just tell him it’s urgent that I speak with him. My name is Elise McCumber.”

  She could hear a man’s voice in the background. “I’m sorry, Chase Calloway isn’t taking calls,” she said and hung up.

  “Well?” Elise asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

  “He isn’t taking calls.”

  “See, I told you.” Elise started tearing up again. “He’s in terrible trouble. I have to go to him.”

  ”You’re not going anywhere,” Marni reminded her. “You have to do what’s best for the baby and the doctor said bed rest, right?”

  “What am I going to do? I’m trapped here, and who knows what’s happening to Chase.”

  Marni tried to assure her Chase was fine, but El wouldn’t hear of it. “Surely this can wait until after Christmas.” Maybe she could talk Elise out of pursuing this man by then. Or maybe Chase would have a change of heart over the holidays. Sure.

  “Chase is in trouble,” El cried, her hand going to her stomach. “I feel it.”

  Marni seriously doubted Chase was in any kind of trouble. The baby, however, was another matter. She knew her sister, she’d never been good at waiting for anything, especially a man. Elise couldn’t sit still for a few days, let alone two months until the
baby was born, before she knew what was going on with this Chase character.

  “I’ll go talk to him,” Marni heard herself say. The thought of telling Chase Calloway what a lowdown louse he was definitely had its appeal. Maybe the boutique could survive for one afternoon without her being there. “Where’s his ranch?”

  El quit crying. “I’m sure you can find it, but you can’t go there like you are.”

  “What?” Marni knew she wasn’t going to like this.

  “You have to pretend you’re me, like we used to.”

  “What? Do I have to remind you how much trouble we got into, pretending to be each other?”

  “But this time it’s different,” El cried. “You have to pretend you’re pregnant or Jabe Calloway will take one look at you, think you’re me and that I lied about being pregnant, and not even let you in the door.”

  The last thing Marni wanted to be was pregnant, pretend or otherwise. No thanks. “All I have to do is explain that I’m your twin sister,” Marni said reasonably. “You did tell Chase you have an identical twin, right?”

  El looked chagrined. “It never came up.” She gave Marni another apologetic glance through her tear-beaded lashes. “You won’t be able to convince Jabe—or Chase—unless they see you like this. Once Chase admits his love for me, you can tell him the truth. He’ll listen then. Oh, Marni, it will work. We look more alike now than we ever have.”

  Marni studied her sister. While they were identical twins, Elise had always been the picky eater and the skinnier one; Marni had what she liked to think of as the more well-fed, “rounded” look. Now that Elise was pregnant, grudgingly, Marni had to admit that her sister was right. They did look more alike than ever. Except for El’s protruding stomach.

  “Chase will break down when he sees the woman he loves that he thinks is me, pregnant, especially seven months along,” Elise said with such confidence, Marni found herself almost believing it. Almost. And she couldn’t see even an old ogre as awful as this Jabe Calloway sounded turning away a very pregnant woman. Especially right before Christmas.