The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride… and Baby ONLY
by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shoshanna Evers
Mack Hansen isn’t the marrying kind. Hell, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his heart safe from heartbreak. Instead, he channels all of his passion into his work. But when his business partner and his wife go missing and leave their baby girl orphaned, Mack will do anything to keep the child safe. Which includes marrying the one woman who was always off-limits…his partner’s sister.
Lauren Peters never imagined she’d be able to have a family of her own. Instead, tragedy hands Lauren the two things she’s always wanted: a baby and Mack Hansen. Yet as she gives herself wholly to the pleasure of her new husband’s touch—and their undeniable sexual chemistry—Lauren knows the painful truth. Mack sees their relationship as a business transaction. That is, until their marriage of convenience is threatened by the one thing that could save it…love.
Title: The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride… and Baby
Author: Shoshanna Evers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 205 pages
Release Date: July 2014
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The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride… and Baby
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Lauren Peters kept her eyes shut, luxuriating in the feel of Mack’s large hands running over her skin. What’s that noise? She moaned and opened her eyes, the dream dissolving as she awoke on the couch. Someone was pounding on her front door.
She padded barefoot to the entranceway and stood on her tip-toes to peer out the peephole.
“Mack?” she gasped.
Maybe I’m still dreaming—but no, this was real. Why on earth was her brother Joe’s business partner here? Droplets of rain ran down his chiseled jaw, which was clenched tight, a little muscle twitching. He couldn’t see her through the peephole and his fist came up, pounding the door again in the rain.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Calm down, it’s not like he can read your mind.
Mack couldn’t possibly know she’d just been having a very…um, vivid dream about him. Despite the fact that he was completely off-limits and that she rarely saw him unless they were at an event, Mack Hansen had become her go-to fantasy man.
Maybe being “off-limits” made him so desirable to her…so easy to dream about. He was exactly her type, physically at least. Tall, dark hair, muscles like an athlete, and the sort of jawline that usually only graced movie actors. He was also a grade-A playboy, with a different woman on his arm at every single family function he was invited to, which was all of them.
His large fist came up again to knock once more, and Lauren realized she’d been letting him stand in the rain while her sleep-fogged brain woke up. It had to be after midnight.
She flung the door open, a rush of cold, damp air flying into her face, the raindrops slanting sideways with the wind.
“What are you doing here?” she blurted.
“May I come in?” Mack asked.
“Oh my goodness, of course,” she said, shaking her head at her lapse in manners.
She moved aside and he stepped into the grand foyer with its two story entranceway, dripping water onto the marble floor. His huge frame—all six-foot-something of it—seemed to fill the space.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.
“Of course,” she said. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“It’s pouring out,” Mack said.
Water dripped off him in little rivulets. He raked one large hand through his dark, soaking wet hair. Funny, she’d just been thinking about those big hands of his…
“I’m so sorry,” Lauren said, “Let me get you a towel. You’re soaked. Do you want me to grab you some clothes from Joe’s room? I’m sure he won’t mind. You guys are about the same size. You know, giant-sized.” She laughed nervously.
He nodded silently, not returning her smile.
What the hell was Mack, of all people, doing here? Surely he knew Joe was out of town and Lauren was here babysitting.
Despite Lauren’s busy schedule, her brother and his wife hadn’t exactly had to twist her arm to get her to watch her infant niece Callie while they went on a “restorative cruise” on their yacht. Poor Joe and Marisol—they’d only been parents for a few months, and everyone could tell that their relationship was falling apart. Maybe it was a mix of post-partum depression or baby blues or something, plus the fact that Joe had only married her because she had gotten pregnant, but they had really needed a vacation. Hopefully, Marisol and Joe were reconnecting and relaxing on their yacht right now so they could come home revitalized and ready to deal with parenthood.
But it’s not like Joe would take two weeks off and not inform his business partner. So Mack had to know Joe wouldn’t be at his house in Chappaqua tonight. Which meant Mack had driven almost an hour upstate from Manhattan, in the storm, knowing Joe wouldn’t be home.
Maybe he came to visit me.
Her heart pounded at the prospect, but she knew there was no way that was the case. From the look in his eyes, there’d probably been some sort of business deal that fell through.
Lauren sprinted up the stairs and grabbed a towel and the first pair of jeans and T-shirt she could find in the walnut armoire in the master bedroom.
“Here you go,” she offered when she got back to the foyer.
He took the towel and clothes wordlessly and stripped off his shirt right there in front of her, not making any effort to hide his muscular physique. It was obvious he felt completely comfortable in his best friend’s home, despite the late hour and the fact that only Lauren and the baby were there.
His broad shoulders, tanned and muscled, filled her field of vision. The T-shirt went over his head, too quickly covering his torso. He looked up and caught her staring.
“Sorry,” Lauren said. Wow. “You know Joe and Marisol are on vacation, right? They’re not home.”
“I know they’re not home.”
Surely he wasn’t really here just to see her? Though he had shown up well after midnight and immediately taken his shirt off…
Don’t be silly, he’s not hot for me.He’s just so used to me. He sees me as a sister the way he sees Joe as a brother. “Are the clothes okay? Do you want something to drink?”
“I’m going to change my pants,” he said pointedly.
Her cheeks blazed as she turned around to afford him some privacy.“What are you doing here?” He stripped right in front of her and she was embarrassed that she’d fallen for it, staring at him like that. He’d probably done it on purpose.
Lauren mentally added “arrogance” to her list of reasons she didn’t date rich playboys. “You could have changed in one of the bathrooms,” she grumbled.
“Turn around Lauren, we have to talk.”
Something about the way he said it made her pulse race. Please tell me you’re here hoping to have sex. Ugh, she had to focus, not fantasize. Where did that thought even come from? In ten years, Mack had never once tried to sleep with her. There had to be a reason for that, right? And Lauren definitely wasn’t in the habit of having one-night stands. Or multiple-night stands.
“Okay,” she said, walking into the kitchen and sitting on one of the high stools at the center island with the granite countertop. “What’s up?
Mack didn’t sit. He leaned against the stainless steel refrigerator door like he needed something to hold up his massive frame.
“I don’t know how to say this,” he began.
“Mack,” she interrupted. “You’ve never been one to mince words, right? And since when have you worried about what I think? Just spit it out.”
Tightness washed over his face as if he were clenching his jaw, grinding his teeth. “Joe left me a very disconcerting message.”
“About the new Cortlandt place?” Their latest shopping center acquisition had been a source of much frustration as they’d tried to get all the pieces in place so they could take over. Joe hadn’t stopped talking about it for the past few weeks.
“This is hard enough without you guessing what’s wrong,” Mack said sharply.
She’d known Mack for ten years and she’d never seen him angry. Ever. Her brother told her the reason he partnered up with Mack was because Mack never lost his cool. He was all business—he’d negotiate deals by looking only at the numbers, and never let emotions affect him. But now…
“I drove here from Manhattan to tell you in person,” he said, “and then we need to figure out together whether or not to go to the authorities with the information, or whether the safest course of action is to sit on this.”
“What are you talking about, Mack?”
“Joe made some investments with the wrong person. It snowballed. He got wind of some information he shouldn’t have, and now I think this guy Scorino is after him.”
Lauren hadn’t heard any of this from Joe. He’d let her believe everything was fine. The name Scorino sounded familiar, though. “What are you saying?”
“Joe told me he was worried about his safety. The guy after him is dangerous, and knows dangerous people. He said something about lying low for a while—really low. There’s a possibility…that he’s faked his own death.”
“What? Back up. He’s on vacation. Not dead, or fake dead, or anything like that.”
Mack stepped in close, too close for comfort. Having his body so near triggered a flash of her steamy dream about him. Now he was here, in reality, his face inches from hers. His deep brown eyes never left hers, as if he was searching for the truth.
Lauren gasped. How? “They’re not missing,” she protested weakly. “They’re on their yacht.”
“Joe and Marisol had an itinerary. They were supposed to dock, refuel, and restock their yacht yesterday, at the halfway point of their trip.”
“Was that yesterday?”
Time had flown—she’d totally forgotten Joe said he’d call when he was in port to check up on them. Yesterday she’d taken Callie to the park and had forgotten her cell at home, then came back and immediately became immersed into the little routine she’d set up with the baby. Bottles, naps, cleaning, playing. It hadn’t even occurred to her to check her phone.
Today she’d also spent the whole day hanging out with Callie, sneaking in naps whenever the baby slept. As far as she knew, the house phone hadn’t rung, and she was pretty sure the only calls she got on her cell were from her harried assistant, calling to ask her millions of daycare-oriented work questions. Standing firm on her need for a break from work, Lauren hadn’t checked her email or picked up the phone once. And she hadn’t thought twice about it.
“I was expecting to have a video meeting with Joe and a potential client,” Mack continued, “and I knew Joe wouldn’t skip it unless something had happened. We planned it around when he’d be at port and everything.”
“What are you saying?”
“They never made it, Lauren. Joe and Marisol went out on their boat and they never made it back to port. When I didn’t hear from Joe I called the local authorities in Cabo and they did an air and boat sweep of the area. They scanned a three thousand mile radius and they didn’t find anything. They searched all yesterday, and again today.”
“And you never called me?” she whispered, shock crashing over her like a cold ocean wave.
“I did call you, Lauren. I texted you. I emailed you. You’ve been incommunicado all frigging day. I even broke down and called your mom in Boca—I left a message on her voicemail asking her to call me back.”
“She never checks her voicemail, only the caller ID,” Lauren said. “How could he do this?”
“It was all a big mistake, getting in with those guys. Joe didn’t realize that, though, not until he knew too much—and I have no idea what exactly they’re after him for. I don’t even know if he went to the police.”
“He must have. He’s not an idiot,” she argued. “He must be in real danger if he was desperate enough to do this.” Lauren’s stomach dropped. Bile rose in her throat. “If he’s faking his own death, then why is Marisol with him?”
“I’m thinking he told her his plan so she wouldn’t worry, and she insisted on joining him. That’s what I think. It’s…it’s the only explanation I have for their disappearance. Joe’s an expert yachtsman. There’s no way they’d get lost at sea.” Mack furrowed his brow in concentration.
She’d seen that look before, when he and Joe had discussed business. And she imagined he’d make a face similar to that when he was close to a climax…at least, he had in her fantasy.
Focus, woman. Mack had come to her to talk to her about something so intense it was no wonder she was having trouble believing it all wasn’t part of a dream.
Maybe she’d wake up.
Lauren’s head spun as she tried to wrap her mind around what he was saying. “They wouldn’t leave Callie,” she said. “They love that baby too much to abandon her like that.”
“He’d leave Callie if he thought her life was in danger if she was with him. If Joe really had people after him, going missing for a few months and giving everyone time to cool down would be the safest thing he could do for her—and for Marisol.”
She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t take a proper breath. This was all happening too fast. Callie was asleep upstairs, who would care for her if her parents were in hiding for months, maybe longer?
Lauren looked up at Mack. “When did you get a message from Joe, then? What did he say, exactly?”
“It was right before he left on his trip. His exact words were ‘I’m in too deep, and we need to lay low for a while. Really low.’”
“That’s what he said. But then he said, ‘It’s okay—everything will work itself out with a little time.’ And then he either hung up or got disconnected, I don’t know. And then he left for the cruise and now he’s missing.”
“Maybe the reason they can’t be found is the FBI put them into temporary hiding. Is that possible?”
“If Joe discovered evidence of Scorino’s criminal activity, then I’d say yes, it’s very possible. If a hit was put out on his life and he had to act fast—very fast—the witness protection program might have decided their vacation was the best time for them to disappear.”
The thought was oddly comforting. If the FBI was protecting them, they’d be safe. “And then it makes sense why no one’s found them yet,” she added.
“Not even bodies.”
“God, don’t say that!” Lauren gasped.
There was no way Joe was dead. She’d know if something was wrong, she was his twin, she always knew when something was wrong.
“I’m sorry.” Mack stepped away from the refrigerator and wrapped his arms around her in an unexpected hug, pulling her off the kitchen stool and into his embrace. He wore Joe’s shirt, and the scent of it triggered a memory of the last time she had hugged her brother, even though being pressed against Mack’s muscular torso was a completely different sensation. He’d never hugged her before.
“He said everything would be fine soon. I trust him.”
“I need a drink,” she said, disentangling herself from Mack’s hug. It had caught her completely by surprise, and she was certain he hadn’t meant it to have an…arousing effect on her, not at a time like this. “You want something?”
He glanced at her, and for a moment she imagined he might answer You. But no, that was only in her fantasy. Not in real life.
“Scotch, straight up,” he said.
Lauren took a half-filled bottle of expensive scotch out of the liquor cabinet in the butler’s pantry and poured double shots into two tumblers.
“Last time I saw you do shots was at your college graduation party, remember?” He chuckled.
“I don’t remember much about that night,” she lied. They had shared a drunken kiss, many years ago on the night of her graduation. She’d promptly pretended to forget, preferring to be thought of as someone who drank until she blacked out over someone who had given in to her long-time lust for her brother’s best friend.
Their fingers touched as she handed him his glass, and she couldn’t help but notice the jolt of heat that passed between them. Guilt filled her. How could she be thinking about anyone in that way at a time like this? But it wasn’t just anyone. It was Mack—and damn if he hadn’t always had this kind of effect on her. An effect she’d never acted on…as long as you didn’t count the stolen kiss at her graduation party, which she didn’t.
Despite the length of time they’d known each other, Mack had always been on the fringes of her life, always little more than an acquaintance, despite his closeness to Joe. He was her brother’s friend, not hers. Truth be told, this was probably the longest conversation she’d ever had with him.
And she’d been off the market, so to speak, since high school, all the way through college. Until her ex had dumped her on graduation night, which made her getting wasted and kissing Mack the only thing that had made sense at the time.
“Thank you,” he murmured, draining his glass.
“I don’t know what I’m going to tell our mother,” she said.
“I think you should tell her what we know. Otherwise she’ll think Joe and Marisol are dead.”
“Now? Do we have to do it now?”
Mack’s eyes flickered to the baby monitor sitting on the granite counter top. “It’s up to you. If it were my child who was missing, I’d want to know right away.”
Child. “Mack, what about Callie? What’s going to happen to Callie if her parents are presumed…” she swallowed, forcing herself to say the word. “Dead?”
“I’m not sure. Knowing Joe, and assuming he planned this, he’s probably got a will in place with directions. I’ll call our lawyer in the morning and find out. In the meantime, Joe had said you were taking some time off to watch the baby, right? So keep doing that. They weren’t due back for another week, anyway, so even if this hadn’t happened you’d still be taking care of Callie.”
Lauren nodded, suddenly feeling completely drained. “Okay.” She picked up the cordless phone and walked toward the doorway to go into the living room. “I’m going to call my mom. You don’t have to be here. I think…I think I need privacy.”
Mack took her glass out of her shaking hand and sipped it, apparently not concerned about sharing germs. “I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Will you spend the night?” she asked. Damn it—that sounded wrong. “I mean, in one of the guest rooms. Surely you don’t want to drive back to the city in this storm.”
“Yeah, I’ll stay.” His gaze penetrated her, pinning her in place with its intensity.
She tore herself away, clutching the phone like a life preserver as she walked out of the kitchen.
Mack sat heavily on one of the kitchen stools. The extensive air and sea search that had been done had turned up nothing. What Lauren said made the most sense—that the FBI had stepped in and helped them disappear. Joe must have some sort of information, something bad on the shady investors he’d accidentally gotten wrapped up with. Something on Scorino.
Damn it, Joe. There was no way Joe and Marisol were actually missing, not with the way Joe was on a boat. He was more comfortable on a boat than on dry land. So, of course, Joe and Marisol couldn’t be like other couples and go on a regular cruise. No, Joe wanted to have complete private time with Marisol to repair their failing marriage. Sad that their marriage was down the drain after less than a year.
He couldn’t imagine himself ever doing what Joe had done—get married because his girlfriend had gotten pregnant. Yeah, it was noble of him and all, but what kind of life is it that you have to run off on a cruise to save your marriage after being married for less than a year?
Mack watched Lauren through the kitchen doorway as she stood in her brother’s dining room, the phone clutched in one small hand. She looked slightly rumpled, probably since he’d woken her. Even rumpled, she was still more beautiful than most other women he’d had the good fortune to date. Usually, when he saw Lauren it was at some event, like one of his shopping center grand openings. Their interactions were limited to small talk in five minute increments at most. He’d never seen her without her hair perfectly clipped in place, her makeup carefully applied. Now, he’d caught her unexpectedly, and her shapely body was clad in comfy-looking yoga pants.
- Lauren doing yoga…
Get your mind out of the gutter. How could he be thinking about sex, or rather, Lauren in a particularly complicated yoga position, at a time like this? Unfortunately for Mack, he had a hard time thinking of anything else whenever Lauren was around. Always had.
He’d had a crush on his best friend’s twin sister since the first time he’d met her, when she’d come home from college for winter break. Of course, he’d never dream of dating Joe’s sister—his code of honor would never allow for it. That, and she had been part of one of those sickeningly-cutesy couples that walked around with their hands in each other’s back pockets.
It seemed like Joe had warned Lauren about his dating history, anyway. The one time he’d given in to temptation and stolen a kiss, almost ten years ago, and she didn’t even remember it. Probably just as well. He’d figured it was his one chance, right after her loser boyfriend had dumped her. He thought the guy would have realized his mistake and come crawling back to Lauren the next day, but he never did. Come to think of it, Lauren hadn’t brought a new boyfriend to any business or family event since.
He’d been thinking about her all day, dreading giving her the news about Joe and Marisol. Every time her phone had gone to voicemail or he checked his email to discover she still hadn’t responded, he’d cursed and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Because knocking on the door to tell her that her brother was missing and presumed dead—and that he’d probably faked his own death with the help of the FBI—oh, God. He wished he’d never had to tell her that…wished it had never happened in the first place. He heard quiet talking from the living room as Lauren explained to her mother what was happening. Mack’s throat tightened and his hand went to his neck to loosen his tie. Ha. No tie. He was wearing Joe’s T-shirt.
Joe. His best friend and the best business partner a guy could have asked for. How could he pull a stunt like this?
And while Mack didn’t want to seem freaked out in front of Lauren, she’d brought up a great point. What was going to happen to baby Callie? She was his goddaughter, which technically meant that if something happened to her parents then Mack would step in, but he knew nothing about raising a child, and if anyone knew that, it was Joe.
He’d just have to wait and see what their lawyer said in the morning.
They’d also have to wait and see how tomorrow’s final sweep of the ocean panned out. If the authorities were in on the plan, then they wouldn’t find anything. And that would be more proof that Joe and Marisol were still alive.
“We can meet with the lawyer in the morning,” Lauren said, coming up behind him. “In the meantime, I’ll continue to take care of Callie.”
“I’ll have my assistant cancel all my meetings for the next two days,” he said.
She nodded, her long dark hair falling into her face. “Do you want to go to bed now?”
He inhaled sharply, imagining her lying in her bed, her arms held out to him in invitation. Don’t be an idiot. She means separately. Obviously. Mack shook his head to clear his thoughts and realized she was still expecting an answer.
“It’s going to be fine,” she said softly. “I know they’re okay, I can feel it.”
He nodded in agreement. Even if Joe and Marisol were fine, they’d left their baby behind. Everything depended on what was written in the will. Callie’s future was at stake.
At the lawyer’s office on the Upper East Side, a woman Mack had never met before sat to one side, perched on the edge of her chair.
“I’m Mrs. Salazar, I’m the social worker in charge of Callie Peters’s case,” she said. “I understand she’s currently at the daycare you run, Ms. Peters?”
“She’s fine,” Lauren said quickly. “I mean…yes.”
Mack glanced at Lauren, noting the look of fear in her eyes. What was going to happen to the baby?
Finally, they sat in the leather chairs situated across the expansive mahogany desk and looked at Thomas Finley, Mack and Joe’s business lawyer. He’d been an invaluable asset to their team, guiding them through all the ins and outs of commercial real estate acquisition. When they had started their corporation, they had both drawn up wills stating the survivor would inherit the other half of the business if one of them should meet with an untimely death. When Joe got married, Mack had insisted he change the will to leave his half of the business to Marisol.
Thomas sat in his seat at the desk and spread the papers out in front of him. “I wish we were all meeting under better circumstances,” he began. “As it stands, we have a lot of ground to cover. Joe Peters owned many assets, as you are all well aware. They would have gone to Marisol, but since she has passed as well…” he paused as if to mark the fact.
Mack wondered if his lawyer found it strange that none of them were grieving—did he even notice? Or had Joe told his lawyer about his plan to “lay low” so he could revise his will?
Next to him, Lauren crossed her legs, her skirt sliding up her thigh to reveal her pale skin. He forced himself to look away and concentrate on the matter at hand.
“Since she is also gone,” Thomas continued, “Joe’s half of the company goes to his daughter, Callie, to be deeded to her on her twenty-first birthday provided she goes to college first. In the meantime, the assets will be managed by Mack Hansen.”
Mack nodded. He’d been expecting something like that. He could care less that he now had control of several million dollars more than he had this morning.
“Joe’s house and all his belongings are to be liquidated,” the lawyer continued, “with the funds used to raise Callie and to send her to school when the time comes.”
Oh, hell no. “Joe’s going to lose a fortune if we sell all of his property in this market. I mean…his heir. Callie will lose a fortune. We can’t liquidate,” Mack said.
Thomas sighed. “Whatever your personal beliefs are about the matter do not affect the actual law, unfortun—”
“Who?” Lauren interrupted. “Who’s going to raise her?”
“That, Ms. Peters, is the problem I was about to get to.”
“Problem?” Mack asked. “What’s going on?”
“I want you to know, sir, that I tried to warn Joe about wording the will in this way, but he insisted. He said he only wants Callie raised by a married couple so she could have both parents.”
Lauren sighed. “That’s so like him.”
As far as Mack was concerned, Mrs. Peters had been a shining example of a single mom who was able to have a successful career, working as a nurse while she raised Lauren and Joe. But in the years Mack had known Joe, it had become clear that Joe had never forgiven his absent father for not being a part of their lives growing up.
“Pardon?” Mrs. Salazar asked.
“Nothing—I mean, our mom did a great job with us,” Lauren said. “But I think when Joe got Marisol pregnant he really wanted to be there for the baby, and he turned his whole life upside down to marry her. It makes sense he’d still want that for Callie, even if he died.”
Thomas nodded, glancing down at the will in front of him again. “Yes, that’s basically how he put it to me as well, back when he wrote this.”
“Wait—” Mack said. “So Joe hasn’t recently revised this will? This is the same will he wrote when he and Marisol got married?”
“Yes, of course,” Thomas said. “Why? Did he say he planned on fixing this?”
Mack glanced at Lauren. It was clear Joe hadn’t had time to make the arrangements he needed before he had to go into hiding. Something must have happened, or someone must have intervened, before he could set things straight.
Thomas cleared his throat. “His will stipulates that Lauren, as Callie’s aunt, should be the one to raise Callie—”
A look of surprise crossed Lauren’s face. Mack had never heard Lauren say she wanted children of her own. He’d always assumed she’d moved past that idea—Joe had once mentioned she couldn’t have kids since she had a hysterectomy after a major car accident she’d been in as a teenager. But she seemed almost excited by the prospect of raising a baby now.
“There’s a condition, Ms. Peters,” Thomas said. “You must be married to gain custody of Callie. If you’re not married, which you are not, then custody goes to Callie’s godfather, Joe’s life-long best friend and business partner, Mack Hansen.”
Mack swallowed hard. Me? Raise a baby? Surely his lawyer was pulling his leg. “Can you repeat that?”
“I don’t think Joe was intending on having his will read quite so soon,” Thomas said. “The will stipulates that you must be, and I quote, ‘Done with his partying bachelor days and settled down with a nice wife to help raise my child.’ That’s a quote, sir.”
“This is ridiculous,” Mack said. “Neither of us is married, so who gets Callie?”
The social worker, Mrs. Salazar, raised her hand as if she were in a class, waiting to be called on. “Unfortunately,” she said quietly, “that is why I’m here. Due to the circumstances, it seems Callie will need to be placed in a foster home, someplace with a married couple so she can have a two-parent unit caring for her, per her father’s wishes.”
“Absolutely not!” Lauren said, standing up. “I run one of the best damn daycare centers in Manhattan. I have a bachelor’s of science in Child Development. I’m Callie’s aunt, her blood relative. So I think I’m qualified to take care of her, husband or no husband.”
“Personally, I agree,” Mrs. Salazar said. “But our feelings on the subject are irrelevant. The will is very clear. Callie must be raised by a married couple. And while her father would have liked it to be either you or Mr. Hansen, since neither of you is married, she’ll have to go into foster care until she is either adopted or one of you two is married and capable of adopting Callie yourself.”
“And if we contest the will, Tom?” Lauren asked the lawyer.
“Contesting a will can take a long time,” he said quietly. “Years, in some cases. In the meantime, Callie would go into a temporary living situation such as foster care with a married couple.”
Mack watched this exchange in silence. He didn’t want the baby living with strangers, even if it was only until Joe and Marisol came back. Who knew how long that would be? The answer was clear. It was the only way. He stood and grabbed Lauren’s hand in his.
“Callie will stay with us,” he said firmly. He silenced the protest he saw forming on Mrs. Salazar’s lips with a sharp glare. “Because Lauren and I are getting married. To each other. And that solves the problem.”