The Baby Chase
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Jennifer Greene. The Baby Chase
Kate Fortune’s Journal Entry
A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR
The Baby Chase. Jennifer Greene
MILLS & BOON
JENNIFER GREENE
Contents
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Epilogue
MILLS & BOON
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Together at last! I’ve missed my whole family so much over the past months. It’s nice to finally be able to share in their happiness. Many things have happened in their lives. Several weddings have taken place, many babies have been born and estranged couples reunited. I’m glad that some of my special gifts worked their magic and brought each child and grandchild love and joy. It’s been a rollercoaster ride, but I wouldn’t have missed it for all the world. I can’t wait to see what the next fifty years bring!
I was tantalized by the whole concept of our FORTUNE’S CHILDREN series from the very beginning. We all had fun developing our different suspense and danger elements, but the heart of each story is linked to the Fortune family. Although the Fortunes amassed a giant financial dynasty, the true legacy they passed on to each other was wealth of a different kind. This is a family who knows what love is, and who sticks together through thick and thin.
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Personally, Rebecca thought a woman would have to be an eensy bit bonkers to risk taking on any man as tough and closed up as Gabe Devereax…but the man did have the deepest, darkest, sexiest eyes she’d ever seen. At the moment, it was impossible to ignore those eyes, because they were aggravatingly, relentlessly focused on her face. He cupped her chin with a knuckle, and examined her face for injuries, with as much personal interest as he’d have shown a bug under a microscope.
“I think you’re going to live,” he announced. “Although it’s pretty hard to tell for sure under all that dirt.” Because he was looking straight in her eyes, she didn’t instantly realize where his right hand was. Smoother than a card cheat’s, his palm had sneaked under her sweatshirt. His hand was warm, volatilely, evocatively warm, and skimming an electric path over her ribs.
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