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  What happens when Kelly Cooper and Jackson Garrett are reunited years after a one-night stand? Find out in His Long-Lost Family, the second book in Those Engaging Garretts!

  “You’re a father.” The very words struck terror in Jackson Garrett’s soul. He had a daughter—the result of the best weekend of his life thirteen years ago with the woman he never forgot. Kelly Cooper was the one he let get away…and now she was back.

  Kelly only wanted her daughter to know Jackson—she wasn’t looking to rekindle their romance. But five minutes after landing in her hometown, she realized her mistake. Her first love was a girl’s infatuation; now she knew a woman’s desires—and she desired Jackson. But could the confirmed bachelor give their daughter and Kelly what they’d always wanted: a family?

  “She’s your daughter.”

  His mouth snapped shut, his face paled. “Why would you concoct such an outrageous story?”

  “It’s not a story—it’s the truth.” Kelly should have known telling him would be a mistake. She stood up. “I thought you—and Ava—had a right to know. But I’d rather she didn’t know the identity of her father than know he doesn’t want her.”

  Jackson pushed away from his desk as she reached for the handle of the door. “Wait.” He slapped his hand against the frame. “You can’t drop a bombshell like that and just walk out.”

  He stood so close that he breathed in her hauntingly familiar scent. Memories of that long-ago weekend teased his mind, and something stirred low in his belly. Even now, when she was making accusations that could turn his life upside down, he couldn’t ignore the heat thrumming in his veins.

  “We’re done here,” she said.

  He moved closer. “We’re not even close to being done.”

  Dear Reader,

  I’ve always enjoyed reading “secret baby” stories, but as a writer, it’s sometimes difficult to justify a woman’s decision to keep her child from the father.

  For Kelly Cooper, the situation is further complicated by the fact that the father is her best friend’s brother. And when she finally comes home to Pinehurst with her daughter, she knows the truth can’t remain a secret any longer.

  One marriage and one divorce cured Jackson Garrett of any hopes that he would ever have a family of his own—until he learns that he is the father of Kelly’s twelve-year-old daughter.

  Kelly and Jackson both have scars from the past, but if they can somehow manage to get over their hurt and anger, they just might find their way to being a family.

  This “second chance” is another favorite theme of mine. Everyone makes mistakes and sometimes wishes for a “do over.” Unfortunately, the real world doesn’t have time machines that enable us to go back and undo what has been done. But if we’re lucky, we might get a second chance to make things right.

  This story is about Kelly and Jackson’s second chance—I hope you enjoy it.

  Happy Reading,

  Brenda Harlen

  His Long-Lost Family

  Brenda Harlen

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  BRENDA HARLEN

  is a former family law attorney turned work-at-home mom and national bestselling author who has written more than twenty books for Harlequin. Her work has been validated by industry awards (including an RWA Golden Heart Award and the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award) and by the fact that her kids think it’s cool that she’s “a real author.”

  Brenda lives in southern Ontario with her husband and two sons. When she isn’t at the computer working on her next book, she can probably be found at the arena watching a hockey game. Keep up-to-date with Brenda on Facebook or send her an email at [email protected].

  This second book in my series about brothers

  is dedicated to my brother, Jim, who was part of

  my inspiration for Jackson Garrett—and who will

  no doubt experience much of the same angst

  as this story’s hero when his beautiful daughters

  get to be Ava’s age…

  With special thanks to Emily Baker for proofreading Ava’s scenes to ensure that I wasn’t completely

  out of touch with the current teen generation. Someday you will find a romantic hero worthy of you—in the meantime, enjoy the journey, YOLO

  Contents

  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

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  Kelly Cooper glanced at her watch as she slipped her feet into a pair of navy blue pumps and bit back an exasperated sigh. Every day, it was the same. No matter what time she woke her daughter, it seemed they were always running behind schedule.

  “Come on, Ava. We’re going to be late.”

  The twelve-year-old raced down the hall, her backpack in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

  “Sorry, Mom. I forgot that I need you to sign something.”

  Kelly dug into her bag for a pen. Her daughter was famous for holding on to trip permission and lunch order forms until the morning that they were due, usually when they were already late getting out the door.

  Ava flattened the page out on the table by the door so that Kelly could scrawl her signature on the dotted line. But something about the way her daughter’s hand was splayed over the top of the page triggered Kelly’s maternal radar. She tugged the page out of Ava’s grasp, caught t
he headline at the top—CONSENT FOR BODY PIERCING OF A MINOR.

  When she was sure that she could speak calmly, she turned to her daughter and said, “Nice try, Ava.”

  “Come on, Mom. Please.”

  “No.” She tore the paper in half, then in quarters, and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

  Ava’s deep green eyes, the mirror image of her father’s, filled with tears. “It’s just my belly button.”

  “It’s not just anything,” Kelly argued. “Which I told you last week when you came home raving about Rachel’s sister’s hips being pierced. I am not letting you permanently disfigure any part of your body with holes or ink.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re twelve years old.” She locked the door and headed down the hall to the elevator.

  “I’m almost thirteen,” Ava said.

  Actually, she’d only celebrated her twelfth birthday a few months earlier, but that wasn’t the issue. “Still nowhere close to eighteen,” she pointed out. “If you want a belly button ring when you’re eighteen, I won’t be able to say no. But until then, that is the answer.”

  “You’re so mean.”

  “You’ve mentioned that once or twice before,” she acknowledged as they exited on the ground floor.

  “Miranda and Corinne have belly button rings, and Rachel’s getting hers pierced on her birthday.” Ava climbed into the passenger side and latched her belt. “Because her mother’s cool, and because she believes it’s a way for Rachel to express her individuality.”

  “How can it be an expression of her individuality if she’s having it done to be like everyone else?” Kelly countered.

  Ava huffed out a breath. “Why do you always have to treat me like a baby?”

  “Because you are my baby,” she reminded her.

  Her daughter was silent for a long minute, but Kelly knew better than to think that she’d given up. It wasn’t in Ava’s nature to back down on anything. As she proved when she said, “I bet if I had a dad, he’d let me get my belly button pierced.”

  It was a familiar argument. Whenever Kelly didn’t give her daughter what she wanted, Ava played the no-father card. And while Kelly didn’t let the arguments sway her, she couldn’t deny the guilt that inevitably swamped her. Because Ava did have a father, but she’d never met the man who had contributed to her DNA—and that man had no idea that he had a child.

  She tried not to think about him, but she’d never forgotten him. Not since the night of her sixteenth birthday, when he’d kissed her. In that first moment that his lips touched hers, he’d also taken hold of her heart. It was several years later before their relationship progressed beyond that single kiss, before the one weekend they spent together changed her whole life.

  He was the only man she’d ever really loved, and when he’d chosen to be with someone else, Kelly had taken her shattered heart and her unborn child and moved as far away as possible. But it turned out that halfway across the country still wasn’t far enough to outrun the memories, guilt and regrets.

  “This isn’t negotiable,” she said firmly.

  Ava fell silent again, pouting.

  On her way to her daughter’s school, Kelly tried to remember what she’d been like as a twelve-year-old girl. She’d been shy and withdrawn through most of her childhood, cautiously trying to find her way in the world. Thankfully, she’d had Lukas Garrett to guide her. Maybe it was because her best friend was a boy, but she’d never thought too much about clothes or makeup. She’d never worried about keeping up with fashion trends or trying to attract boyfriends; she’d never dyed her hair or worn black nail polish. And she certainly hadn’t been thinking about body piercings or tattoos.

  Of course, she’d grown up in a different time, and Pinehurst, New York, was definitely another world. Though fifteen years had passed since she’d first gone away to college and the population of the town had increased exponentially, she knew that not much else had changed. Pinehurst still was, and probably always would be, a small town at heart. It was a place where neighbors talked to one another on the street, where the residents baked cookies to welcome newcomers, and where traditional values continued to be revered. Recently Kelly had found herself thinking that it would be nice to raise her daughter in a town like that.

  As she pulled up in front of the school to drop Ava off, her thoughts drifted back to the email Lukas had sent to her the previous day, and she cursed him for tempting her with the link to a job posting at Richmond Pharmaceuticals. Because she was tempted and she didn’t want to be; because going back to Pinehurst would inevitably mean revealing the secret she’d kept throughout her daughter’s entire life.

  If she stayed in Seattle, on the other hand, everything would remain status quo. Unfortunately, the status quo was no longer as satisfying as it used to be. And while a cross-country move wouldn’t make Ava happy in the short term, Kelly believed it would be the best thing for her—maybe even for both of them—in the long term.

  A new start in a new town, a new school, new friends...and maybe even a chance to finally meet her father.

  Chapter One

  Four months later—

  “Sorry I’m late.” Jack Garrett slid into the vacant seat across from Gord Adamson, a former law school classmate and occasional courtroom adversary, at The Winking Judge, a small pub across the street from the courthouse.

  “I was surprised to get your call,” Gord admitted. “I thought you’d given up criminal law.”

  “So did I,” he agreed. “But every once in a while, there’s a client I can’t turn away.”

  “Because you believe in his innocence?”

  “Because I believe that he deserves a break.”

  The waitress came over, momentarily disrupting their conversation. Gord ordered a scotch, neat, and Jack asked for a bottle of the locally brewed Millhouse beer.

  “I reviewed the file, Jack. And I’m sorry, but I don’t see probation for Travis Hatcher.”

  “Come on, Gord. He’s just a kid.”

  “A kid who took a baseball bat to a Mercedes that is worth more than twice my annual salary,” his colleague pointed out.

  “It was his father’s car,” Jack told him, though even he wasn’t sure if that was a mitigating or an aggravating factor.

  “With incidental damage to two other vehicles.”

  “Restitution has already been made to the owners.”

  Gord sighed. “What’s your connection to this kid?”

  “I handled his parents’ divorce a few years back,” Jack admitted.

  “Rough one?”

  “I don’t seem to get any other kind, but this one was particularly difficult. A ten-year marriage that fell apart because the husband couldn’t keep his pants zipped and the wife couldn’t keep looking the other way. They fought over each piece of artwork and every stick of furniture, but mostly over who was going to get stuck with their ten-year-old son.”

  Gord, a father with two sons of his own, winced. “Damn, Jack. You’re yanking on my heartstrings here.”

  “He isn’t a bad kid,” Jack insisted. “He just got caught in a bad situation.”

  “Give me some background,” the prosecutor suggested.

  “A few months back, Travis was invited to a weekend camp to try out for the national amateur all-star tournament. There wasn’t anyone at the camp who doubted he would make the team. But instead of being offered a roster spot, he was sent home.”

  “I can understand that he would be disappointed and upset,” Gord acknowledged. “But that doesn’t justify his actions.”

  “That’s not the end of the story,” Jack told him. “About two weeks before the tournament, the number-one center fielder breaks his collarbone. There’s no way he can play, so Travis calls the national team coach, asks him to give him a
nother chance to prove that he can fill the vacancy. And the coach bluntly tells him, ‘You’re good enough, but you’re never going to play on any team that I’m coaching. If you want to know why—ask your father.’”

  “The kid’s dad screwed the coach’s wife,” Gord guessed.

  Jack nodded. “Which he finally admitted when Travis confronted him after baseball practice.”

  “Jesus.” His friend lifted his glass, swallowed a mouthful of scotch.

  “There was no premeditation—he had the bat in his hand, and he simply reacted,” he explained. “Under the circumstances, can you blame him?”

  “Actions have consequences, and he has to be responsible for those consequences.”

  “Absolutely. But the consequences should be commensurate with the action. He had a moment where he acted impulsively and recklessly, but a criminal record will stick with him for life.”

  “You stay up late last night working on that spin?”

  “The truth doesn’t need spin.”

  Gord considered that for a moment. “Is he remorseful?”

  “Very.” Jack passed a handwritten note across the table.

  His colleague skimmed the page; he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “Damn you, Jack.”

  “You’re repeating yourself, Gord.” He passed over several more pages. “Character references from his teachers, guidance counselor, principal, high school baseball coach, his boss at the grocery store where he works part-time, and supervisor of the homework club where he volunteers twice a week.”

  Gord sighed. “You really think you can get probation?”

  “With a joint-sentencing recommendation, I do,” Jack said.

  “I’ll go joint if anger management is one of the terms of probation, but the final decision is still up to the judge.”

  “Of course,” he agreed.

  Gord took another sip of his drink. “You still dating Angela from the registry office?”

  Jack shook his head. “That was over a long time ago.”

  “No thoughts about settling down and starting a family at this stage in your life?”