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“I already have a daddy.”

Maya had been playing with some petunias and had somehow sensed Rob’s presence. She’d turned her head to look at him and raced over to where he was standing.

“Um…I know you do. What are you doing with the flowers?”

She gave him a serious look. He wasn’t sure she was going to answer him. “Playing dress-up,” she finally said.

“Really? How do you do that?”

She let out a put-upon sigh. “Come on, I’ll show you.” She led him to where she’d been playing. “Sit down.” She handed him a flower. “You can be Holly. I’m P’tunia.”

Rob accepted the flower Maya held out to him. “I see. Holly as in Hollyhock.”

Maya nodded. “Hock is her last name.
My
last name is Grant. That’s my
daddy’s
name.”

Dear Reader,

“Prophecies? What prophecies?”

That was my response when my editor asked, “We know Grace’s prophecy—‘You’ll marry a prince, but you’ll have to save him first.’ What’s Kate’s?” Grace Radonovic, the heroine of my first single-title release,
Betting on Grace
(Signature Select Saga, 11/05), is the youngest of four sisters. The family’s Romani, or Gypsy, background added an intriguing dimension to my heroines’ lives and their relationships. All four acknowledged their mother’s ability to see into the future. If Grace had a prophecy, wouldn’t Kate, Liz and Alex, as well?

Umm…of course. But what happens if Kate hates her prophecy and does her best to ignore it?

Kate is like a lot of young women I know. She isn’t afraid to lean on her family for help, but is wary of reaching out to a stranger. Especially a man who is too young, too cute and too single. She can’t picture anyone wanting to take on the burdens she bears, but she doesn’t know Rob Brighten.

There’s a scene in this book that involves teaching children how to swim. Having lived through an accidental drowning in my family, I feel especially passionate about this topic. In April, May and June of this year, I’m giving away a book and CD as part of my Web site contest. The book is called
Stewie the Duck Learns to Swim, a Child’s First Guide to Water Safety.
If you’re around young children and water, please visit www.debrasalonen.com to find a link to the Stewie the Duck site. In no time at all you, too, will be humming, “Don’t jump in till you learn to swim….”

I hope you’ll look for Liz’s and Alex’s books later this year. Talk about fateful prophecies!

Have a safe and wonderful summer!

Debra

ONE DADDY TOO MANY
Debra Salonen

To Laura Shin, the most prophetic of editors

Books by Debra Salonen

HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE

910—THAT COWBOY’S KIDS

934—HIS DADDY’S EYES

986—BACK IN KANSAS

1003—SOMETHING ABOUT EVE

1061—WONDERS NEVER CEASE

1098—MY HUSBAND, MY BABIES

1104—WITHOUT A PAST

1110—THE COMEBACK GIRL

1196—A COWBOY SUMMER

1238—CALEB’S CHRISTMAS WISH

1279—HIS REAL FATHER

SIGNATURE SELECT SAGA

BETTING ON GRACE

Chapter One

“You’re
fired.”

Kate Radonovic Grant glanced around the empty parking lot, glad she’d tested the words aloud before actually saying them to the man who was meeting her here.

Thanks to television and a certain real-estate tycoon, the phrase had turned into a cliché. Kate needed to find a different way of telling Rob Brighten that he wasn’t her lawyer anymore.

“Your services are no longer needed.”
Yeah, right!
Rob had met her family—and had defended several members. If anyone needed an attorney on retainer, it was the Radonovic clan.

“Rob, this isn’t working out,” she tried.

No, too relationship-ish.

The fact was she liked Rob. And she appreciated everything he’d done for her family, but this was about Maya. And she couldn’t take any chances where her daughter’s future was concerned.

She walked back to her ten-year-old Subaru wagon and turned around to face Romantique, the restaurant she owned with her sister, Grace. Sighing, she rested her butt on the
faded silver fender. The day was already heating up and the wind—a constant in Las Vegas—whipped her hair about her face.

She parted the curly mop with her fingers and pushed as much of it as she could behind her ears. She’d left the house in such a hurry she’d forgotten her visor and sunglasses. The bright morning sun was already giving her a headache, but as soon as she’d resolved this matter with Rob, she’d escape into Romantique.

March had been a lion of a month for Kate and her family. Four long weeks of stress. First, they’d found out Nikolai Sarna, houseguest and distant relative, wasn’t an out-of-work ex-con at all. He was really a cop investigating Charles Harmon, the man Grace had planned to go into business with. Then Grace managed to get shot, and Charles, who’d been arrested for insurance fraud and a bunch of other charges, had directed his fury at the Radonovic family. Using his many connections, he’d created havoc, including the E. coli firestorm that had closed Romantique.

But that had only been part of Kate’s ordeal. Ian Grant, her ex-husband, had somehow managed to convince the State of Nevada parole board that he was fully rehabilitated and should be released early after serving just two years of his six-year sentence for embezzlement. She’d hired Rob to argue against parole at the hearing, but apparently her fear that Ian might take their daughter and disappear—as only a Gypsy can—didn’t impress them.

Ian was being released soon. And he wanted shared custody. Rob had failed her.

He was a nice guy but new to the area—and young. He’d handled her family’s legal troubles with finesse but hadn’t been able to block Ian’s bid for freedom. Why? Was it because
he didn’t believe her when she told him Ian was a threat? Or was he not that interested in child custody cases? He hadn’t even handled the case himself.

Maybe Maya is right, Kate thought. Although only four and a half, her daughter was quite astute when it came to reading people. “He doesn’t like kids,” she’d told Kate not long after being introduced to Rob.

Kate hadn’t given the charge much credence because, at that point, price and expediency had been her main criteria for picking a lawyer. Besides, Maya usually managed to find something wrong with every man of dating age that her mother came into contact with. Kate knew why. Maya’s most cherished dream was having a mommy and daddy who lived together. “Like a real family,” as Maya put it.

Which was never going to happen.

Ian was a charming con man who couldn’t be trusted. Period. And Kate would do whatever it took to make sure her ex didn’t have easy access to his daughter. Even if that meant firing her current lawyer and going into debt to hire the toughest family attorney in Las Vegas.

Pushing off from the car, she resumed her pacing. She’d called Rob’s cell phone on her way to work, thinking she might be able to handle the matter on the phone—or even better, leave a message. But he’d answered on the second ring and had immediately offered to stop by the restaurant, as if the detour weren’t miles out of the way.

She walked to the back door of the building. She loved this place almost as much as she loved her daughter. She’d poured her heart and soul into the restaurant after her marriage failed.

The burnt sienna stucco walls and dark green canvas canopies, which required replacing twice a year thanks to the beating
they took from the Las Vegas sun, had been her idea. “I want to create a Tuscan flavor,” she’d told Grace.

Her fingers closed around the greasy yellow caution tape and ripped it away. Her anger simmered at the undeserved, malicious charge. The blow to Romantique’s reputation had been disastrous, perhaps even fatal. They wouldn’t know until they reopened.
If
they reopened.

With Grace out of the picture—and Kate distracted by the threat Ian posed, Romantique’s future looked shaky at best.

The distinctive sound of a sports car engine intruded into her thoughts. Seconds later, a sleek silver status symbol pulled into the parking lot her restaurant shared with an upscale strip mall in northwest Las Vegas.

Her heart rate sped up a notch. Because of what she had to do, not because of Rob’s presence, she told herself. Unsuccessfully.

Robert James Brighten.

Rob.

If she were honest, she’d admit that part of the reason she needed to let him go was the disturbing attraction she felt toward him. Which was crazy. Not that he wasn’t damn appealing, but the timing couldn’t have been worse—even if he weren’t all wrong for her. Single. Never been married. Childless. Four years her junior. Not to mention, the son of her friend and right hand in the kitchen, Jo Grant.

Thank goodness he’d never given her any indication that he was attracted to her, she thought, bracing herself for what she had to do.

The Lexus purred to a stop. Kate waited on the sidewalk as the driver’s side door opened. Rob unfolded his long legs and rose with the amazing fluidity of the young and fit. Once standing, he leaned over to retrieve something and her gaze zeroed
in on his derriere. Elegantly sculpted in a tailored pinstripe suit. She tried not to ogle, but a person who had been without sex for as long as she had been could only muster so much willpower.

As usual, he was dressed conservatively. “His ex-fiancée brainwashed him into believing that dull and boring made him look older and more lawyerlike,” his mother had complained one time. Jo’s antipathy for the woman her only son had planned to marry had been obvious.

Kate couldn’t help smiling when he turned to face her. A pale plum shirt rested beneath a red-and-silver tie. Maybe his ex-fiancée’s influence was wearing off.

“’Morning, Kate,” he hailed. “I’m glad you caught me before I got to the office—or should I say the Black Hole?”

The wind attacked his thick brown hair, which was long enough to graze his collar. She recalled thinking the first time she met Rob, when Jo had brought him to Romantique for lunch, that he possessed a hint of renegade under the guise of his staid suit. A touch of Gypsy, she’d privately called it.

After Ian, who was Romani, Kate had vowed that if she ever got involved with another man, he wouldn’t carry a drop of Rom blood in his veins. Rob fit that criterion. Too bad he was wrong for her in every other way.

“Thanks for coming. We need to talk.”

He nodded, pausing to toss his expensive-looking sunglasses on the seat of his car before he locked the door. “You heard about the parole hearing, I take it.”

He stepped closer, squinting against the bright light. His eye color had intrigued her from the first. An odd combination of gold and green that reminded her of a desert shrub she couldn’t name.

His smile was friendly, concerned. His demeanor that of a
person you could trust.
If
Kate had any trust left. Which she didn’t.

Ian had made sure of that.

“What went wrong? I thought you were filing a motion or something. Don’t victims have some say when a convicted felon comes up for parole?” she asked, trying to keep her emotions from showing in her voice.

“In the past, yes. But nowadays the bottom line is money. The state of Nevada has more prisoners than it wants to feed, clothe and provide medical care for. White-collar criminals like your ex-husband are deemed a low threat to the community at large. Plus, he has health issues. They couldn’t wait to get him off their books.”

“What kind of health issues?”

“Apparently, he has hepatitis C. As I understand it, hepatitis involves an inflammation of the liver and spreads through contact with infected blood, like AIDS, but the recovery rate is better, with proper treatment.”

She’d heard of hepatitis in a vague way. “Are they absolutely sure? Ian is a consummate liar. If there was a way to fake some illness to play on the parole board’s sympathies, he’d do it.”

Rob shook his head. “No, his illness is legit. And he had a young, idealistic law student helping make sure his paperwork was in order. He did everything right at the hearing, and I didn’t.”

Kate blinked, shocked to hear such a bald confession.

“I blew it, Kate. In California, the process would have been handled differently. We’d have had more time to present our case. But that’s no excuse. I should have gone to the hearing myself, instead of sending my associate.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He met her gaze, his green eyes
truly troubled. “I honestly felt a woman would hold more sway with the board, since she was reading your letter. I gambled…and lost. But my gut says nothing we argued would have made a difference. They based their decision on economics.”

Money. That Kate understood. Her savings account was just about depleted, and she still hadn’t gotten a bill from Rob’s firm.

“You won’t be billed for this, by the way,” he said as if reading her mind.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I failed, Kate. I sure as hell don’t plan on charging you. Talk about adding insult to injury.”

Pride made her say, “I’m not a charity case, Rob.”

“I know. You’re a businesswoman. And you know the importance of maintaining positive customer relations, right? Bad PR can kill you when you’re just starting out—or, in my case, just starting over.”

According to Jo, Rob had had mixed emotions about being assigned to the Las Vegas branch of the law firm he’d worked for since passing the bar. He claimed to welcome the challenge and was delighted to be living closer to his mother, but Jo said he still had one foot in the Bay area. Whether that meant property-wise or emotionally, Kate hadn’t asked. She knew he’d made an offer on a house here but the negotiations had fallen apart. Jo claimed that whole thing had been for the benefit of his bosses—to show he was a team player and in for the count.

“He hates the desert and can’t wait to get back home,” Jo had said. “But he also knows that buying property is a good thing, especially in this kind of market.”

Kate wanted a
house so bad she sometimes dreamed of floor plans.

“So where does this leave me?” she asked, forcing her mind back to her most immediate problem. “Ian is definitely getting out of prison, right?”

“Correct. According to the state of Nevada, he’s paid his debt to society and deserves a chance to start life fresh, although he’ll be on parole for the next two years.”

Debt to society, she silently fumed. What about his debt to her? To their daughter? “I don’t care what he does as long as he leaves us alone, but that isn’t going to happen, is it?”

His frown made him look older. “He’s Maya’s father. He’s petitioned the court for joint custody. There isn’t a hearing date set up yet, but you and Ian will both meet with a court-appointed mediator who will evaluate the situation and make a recommendation.”

Kate’s heart rate sped up recalling the dream she’d had the night before. A nightmare, actually. Her daughter being carried away on the back of a giant white spider. A spider with Ian’s eyes. “He’ll take her and run. I know he will.”

Rob didn’t appear to question her assertion. “If you can prove that he’s unstable or prone to flee, you can request that all visits are monitored.”

“Proof? Do dreams count?”

His smile seemed steeped in sympathy. “I told you when you and I talked in my office that family law isn’t my strong point, which is why I’m going to find you a new lawyer. Someone with more experience in these matters. I’m not going to risk failing you again.”

“You’re quitting?” She didn’t have to fire him? This was good, right? Then why her sudden sense of panic? “Rob, I understand economics. If Ian’s release was inevitable, you’re hardly
to blame. I just wish I’d had more warning.” Although how that would have changed things, she didn’t know. She was up to her eyes in debt and responsibilities. Instinct said: run. But with Grace in Detroit, the fate of their restaurant—and Romantique’s employees—rested squarely on Kate’s shoulders.

Rob looked at the woman standing an arm’s length away; the serious frown on her beautiful face told him she was deep in thought. Ian Grant probably would have made parole no matter what Rob did or didn’t do, but he still felt guilty. He hoped what he was about to tell her would make up for his bungling of the case.

“I know nothing is going to excuse this blunder, but I do have some interesting news that could, potentially, mean a lot to Romantique.”

“Really? What’s that?” she asked, brushing a wind-whipped hunk of hair out of her eyes. Her gorgeous mocha brown eyes.

Rob liked Kate. He admired her. She’d been through hell the past couple of weeks.
Make that the past couple of years.
He didn’t know anyone—except maybe his mother—who managed to rebound with as much class after the kind of blow her ex-husband dealt her. Ian Grant embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars from his investment clients, a list that included Kate’s recently-widowed mother, then tried to leave the country with another woman. Kate had been left behind to pay the price. According to his mother, she’d sold everything she owned, including their home and cars, to pay back those she could. She’d moved in with her mother and had buried herself in her work, spending sixty to seventy hours a week to make Romantique a success.

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