Table of Contents
Cover Page
Excerpt
Dear Reader
Title Page
Books by Rebecca Daniels
About the Author
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Copyright
Once again Dylan James had stepped into Marissa’s life and changed everything.
Only she wasn’t some love-struck teenager any longer, and she wasn’t about to make the same mistakes twice. After all, she didn’t just have herself to look out for—she had Josh to think of now, too.
She needed time to think, time to try to figure out just what she was doing. She couldn’t afford any mistakes—not this time. There was too much at stake. This time she wasn’t worried about a broken heart, she was worried about Josh—her son.
Their son.
Dear Reader,
Happy Valentine’s Day! And as a special gift to you, we’re publishing the latest in New York Times bestseller Linda Howard’s series featuring the Mackenzie family. Hero Zane Mackenzie, of Mackenzie’s Pleasure, is every inch a man—and Barrie Lovejoy is just the woman to teach this rough, tough Navy SEAL what it means to love. There’s nothing left to say but “Enjoy!”
Merline Lovelace concludes her “Code Name: Danger” miniseries with Perfect Double, the long-awaited romance between Maggie Sinclair and her boss at the OMEGA Agency, Adam Ridgeway. Then join Kylie Brant for Guarding Raine. This author established herself as a reader favorite with her very first book—and her latest continues the top-notch tradition. Forever, Dad is the newest from Maggie Shayne, and it’s an exciting, suspenseful, emotional tour de force. For those of you with a hankering to get “Spellbound,” there’s Vella Munn’s The Man From Forever, a story of love and passion that transcend time. Finally, Rebecca Daniels wraps up her “It Takes Two” duo with Father Figure, featuring the ever-popular secret baby plot line.
Pick up all six of these wonderful books—and come back next month for more, because here at Silhouette Intimate Moments we’re dedicated to bringing you the best of today’s romantic fiction. Enjoy!
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Father Figure
Rebecca Daniels
Books by Rebecca Daniels
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Way of the Wolf
REBECCA DANIELS
will never forget the first time she read a Silhouette novel. “I was at my sister’s house, sitting by the pool and trying without much success to get interested in the book I’d brought from home. Everything seemed to distract me—the kids splashing around, the sea gulls squawking, the dog barking. Finally, my sister plucked the book from my hands, told me she was going to give me something I wouldn’t be able to put down and handed me my first Silhouette novel. Guess what? She was right! For that lazy afternoon by her pool, I will forever be grateful.” That was years ago, and Rebecca has been writing romance novels ever since.
Born in the Midwest but raised in Southern California, she now resides in Northern California’s San Joaquin Valley with her husband and two sons. She is a lifelong poet and song lyricist who enjoys early-morning walks, an occasional round of golf, scouring California’s Mother Lode region for antiques and traveling.
TYVMFE!—For Lucy and Ethel
Also:
For Jonathan, Christian,
Mary, Maureen and Janis,
for listening, for holding on,
and for saving my life.
Prologue
“If you’d just let me explain—”
“Explain?” Dylan shouted, turning away and slamming the football he held onto the grass. The pigskin ball bounced high from the force of impact and spun wildly across the lawn. “What’s there to explain? It worked—I fell for your little trick hook, line and sinker. So you can go now—get out of here. You and your sister have had your fun, you’ve gotten your laugh. Just leave me alone.”
“Dylan, please,” Marissa pleaded, taking a step forward and feeling more desperate, more frightened, than she’d ever been in her life. “Please just listen. It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t a joke.”
“Then, what was it, Marissa?” Dylan demanded, spinning back around and glaring down at her. “What would you call letting me think all this time you were Mallory? What would you call it when one twin pretends to be the other?”
Marissa stared up at him. His strong, handsome face was streaked with anger, and his dark eyes shimmered bright with tears he wouldn’t allow to fall. “I wanted to tell you— I would have—”
“Oh, really? When, Marissa? When would you have done that?” he demanded, his mouth twisting into an angry snarl. “Before you slept with me, or after?”
Marissa felt his words like a million little arrows straight through the heart. Mallory had warned she would be playing with fire, had pleaded with her to go to Dylan with the truth. Why hadn’t she listened? Why hadn’t she been smart this time?
She hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. She and her identical twin sister Mallory had been fooling people since the day they were born. She was used to being mistaken for Mallory, used to people who were unsure “which one” she was. It hadn’t surprised her a bit that Dylan had thought she was Mallory when she’d pulled into the service station where he worked for the summer.
As head cheerleader for the football team, Mallory had been friends with all the players on the team—and of course that had included star quarterback Dylan James. After all, Mallory was the “popular” twin, the “fun” one—the one who cheered at all the football games and went to all the dances and parties. Marissa, on the other hand, had always been the “quiet” twin, the “shy” one—the “brainy” one who studied all the time and always made the honor roll. She’d often envied Mallory’s outgoing nature and her ease with people, but never more so than on that hot summer morning at the service station. When Dylan had stepped up to the car and started talking to her, she’d actually wished at that moment she were Mallory.
She’d meant to correct him—she really had. It just had been so nice to actually have his attention for a while, and it seemed like such a harmless pretense. Mallory wouldn’t have cared—she had no interest in Dylan. The uncanny connection the two of them shared—the “twin radar” that allowed them to know what the other was feeling—made her sure of that, just like it had made Mallory aware of the secret crush Marissa had always carried for Dylan. Only…somehow the pretending had gotten out of hand…
Suddenly he’d asked her for a date, and foolishly she’d accepted. She’d driven out of the service station telling herself it wasn’t right, telling herself she would tell him the truth the minute she saw him again. Only he’
d looked so handsome on her porch that night, and he’d looked at her with such dark, hungry eyes. Marissa found herself pretending again, found herself making believe and letting the charade continue—and letting one date lead to another, and then another, and then another…
Suddenly the summer months seemed to disappear. She and Dylan had become inseparable, spending every free moment together—alone and away from everyone else. Mallory had seen what was happening, and she’d pleaded with her to stop, but she’d hesitated, she’d been too afraid of losing Dylan for good.
How had things gotten so out of control? How could she have been so foolish? She knew time was running out. School would be starting soon, and the truth had to come out. She’d fallen in love with him, and he loved her, too. She wanted him to know it was her he loved—Marissa, not Mallory. She wanted to wait for the right moment, wanted a chance to explain.
But she’d waited too long. Word had gotten out, gossip had spread and he’d discovered the truth on his own. The whole football team knew the trick Marissa had played on him, and he would never forgive her now.
“Dylan, please, please, just listen,” she cried, the tears spilling out of her eyes so quickly she could barely see any longer. She reached out, placing a hesitant hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you. I love you.”
“You love me?” Dylan snorted, snatching his arm away and stumbling back a step. “I don’t even know who you are. I don’t know anything about you.”
“That’s not true,” she said, sobbing, taking an unsteady step toward him. “You know me. You know everything about me.”
“I thought you were Mallory,” he growled. “I thought I knew Mallory. I thought…” He squeezed his eyes tight, shaking his head. “I thought I’d fallen in love with Mallory.”
“Dylan,” Marissa cried when he turned and started across the yard. “Please, come back.”
“Leave me alone,” he said, stopping as he stalked across the grass and slowly turned around. “I was never interested in playing with the second string.”
Chapter 1
Sixteen years later
Dylan took the granite steps leading up to the Amador County sheriff’s office two at a time. It wasn’t even ten yet, but already temperatures in Northern California’s rustic little town of Jackson had started to climb. He swiped at the sweat forming along his brow, cursing beneath his breath. Summers in the Mother Lode could be miserably hot, and this was promising to be a cooker.
Loosening his tie from the collar of his wilted khaki shirt, he headed for the door marked Authorized Personnel Only. Pushing it open, he was greeted by a cooling blast of air, hitting him in the face and sending a welcoming gust of relief through his overheated system. He sailed down the narrow corridor toward the reception area, reaching up and wrestling the top button of his shirt free.
He hated getting to work late. He also hated wasting a good chunk of the morning in long, boring budget meetings with a board of supervisors more interested in reelection campaigns than providing leadership to their constituency, but this morning he’d had little choice. As sheriff, his attendance at the county’s semiannual budget meeting was mandatory. However, one budget meeting was pretty much like the next—with him asking for enough money to hire five new deputies and with the board approving enough funds for one.
Sheriff Dylan James was too practical, too used to rolling up his sleeves and meeting problems head-on, to enjoy playing political games. But in a county where special interest and favoritism were as much a part of local government as gold mining was to the historical landscape, it was something he’d had to get accustomed to. At thirty-three, he found dealing with the “good old boys” no easier now than he had when he’d been a kid growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. Except now those “old boys” looked to him to keep the peace. One additional deputy wasn’t going to ease the burden of his overworked staff, but when other departments were being cut, it was better than nothing.
Dylan smiled a little. Political savvy. Maybe he’d developed a little in spite of himself.
He stepped behind the desk sergeant and reached for the mail in his bin. He thumbed through the stack of letters and flyers, only vaguely aware of the cluster of people on the other side of the counter lined up to speak with the desk sergeant. He was too busy trying to decide which of the letters he had to answer first, and which ones he could bury until later.
“I’m back, Kim,” he said to the pretty, blond female officer behind the counter, not bothering to look up from the letter in his hand. “Send down my messages, would you? And could you find me that report on overtime hours? I need to take a look at that.”
“Sure thing, Sheriff,” Kimberly Young said quickly. “Oh, and, Sheriff—”
“And get the D.A.’s office on the line, too, would you?” Dylan added, cutting her off. “I want to know what the hell happened to that warrant request we sent over.”
“Will do,” Kimberly said, nodding. “But—”
“And make sure they know we’re waiting.”
Exasperated, Kimberly purposefully reached out and caught him by the arm. “Sheriff.”
Dylan looked up from the letter, surprised. “What is it?”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “There’s someone waiting to see you.”
Dylan made a face, checking the time on his wristwatch. “I’m running kind of late this morning. Have you any idea what it’s about?”
“It’s about Joshua Wakefield.”
It wasn’t the name that sent a cold jolt of surprise shooting down his spine, but rather the sound of the voice of the woman who said it. Looking up, he felt all the air empty out of his lungs and was jolted backward in time, back to when he’d been Jackson High School’s star quarterback, and had thought he’d found the girl of his dreams.
“Marissa?”
“Hello, Dylan,” Marissa said in that whispery voice that he’d heard a million times in his dreams—and in his nightmares. “It’s been a long time.”
Long time? Had she honestly said it had been a long time? It had been a lifetime.
“Yeah, I guess it has been,” he said, keeping his voice bland and unemotional as only a seasoned cop could. But the fact was, seeing her had shaken him up. “How have you been?”
“Fine, thanks,” she said, taking a deep breath. “And you?”
Actually, he felt a little like he’d just had a close encounter with a boxer’s fist, but he simply shrugged. “Fine. Just fine.”
For years he’d wondered what he would say, or what he would do, if he ever saw her again. Now, apparently, he would find out. Memories were coming back in a rush— painful, haunting memories he’d hoped would stay buried for good. He’d worked hard at forgetting her, forcing her out of his life and out of his head. But now, after what seemed like a lifetime away, Marissa Wakefield was back in both.
“You needed to see me about something?” he asked after a moment.
“Yes, yes, I did,” she said with a small laugh, giving her head a little shake. “I can see that you’re awfully busy. It’s just that Josh’s hearing is tomorrow, and I thought if you had a few minutes…” She let her words drift, primly tucking a strand of long blond hair behind an ear. “I don’t mind waiting, really.”
He wasn’t exactly surprised. Marissa Wakefield’s nephew had been a gigantic pain in the butt the last couple of years. Josh and his friends had been responsible for their own minor reign of terror in Amador County. Dylan had pulled them in on charges ranging from trespassing when they egged the mayor’s house to joyriding in his mother’s car. In the past, the Wakefields had always had someone around to bail them out, soothe the ruffled feathers and keep a tight lid on everything—but it was serious this time. Josh and his friends were facing a charge of arson, and they were all headed for juvenile hall.
Dylan looked at the woman who had once been his lover, and felt a tightness in his chest. They’d barely been much older than Josh and his buddies when they’
d known each other back in school, and yet she’d hardly changed. Of course there was a maturity about her now, and a sophistication that hadn’t been there before. But she had the same beauty, the same elegance and class.
And classy was exactly how she looked standing there in a sleek blue-green linen suit that matched the color of her eyes almost perfectly. Around her neck was a delicate gold necklace, a thin chain with a crescent-shaped cluster of stars forming the pendant. She looked so cool, so composed, as if the sweltering summer sun wouldn’t dare overheat her.
She looked good all right, but Dylan knew better than most just how deceiving looks could be—especially when it came to Marissa Wakefield.
“Kim, hold all my calls,” he said in a quiet voice. Turning back to Marissa, he gestured to the door at the end of the counter. “Come on back. Let’s talk in my office.”
“It was nice seeing you again, Kimberly.” Marissa smiled at the young desk officer behind the counter. “Give my best to your family.”
“I will, Marissa,” Kimberly said, giving her a small wave. “Nice to see you, too.”
Marissa stepped into the small corridor where Sheriff Dylan James stood waiting. She felt awkward and completely defenseless, a little like a lamb entering a lion’s den. But she’d come too far to back out now. Josh’s whole future was at stake, and for him she was willing to take on the whole pride.
She hadn’t exactly given this a lot of thought—just showing up out of the blue. Josh’s intrepid, but somewhat embattled, lawyer, Evan Brown, had thought an appeal to the judge by the county sheriff on Josh’s behalf just might help against a district attorney who was hell-bent on seeing his client sentenced to the youth authority. And while she hadn’t exactly welcomed the idea of seeing Dylan James again—especially to ask for his help—there was too much on the line to let a few reservations get in the way. So, without much thought or debate, she’d simply decided to come—just like that.
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