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��Megan s Mate, by Nora Roberts
The Calhouns # 5
Summary:
The Calhous had given sister-in-law Megan O'Riley and her young son a new life. All she wanted now was to put her shameful past behind her -so she buried her passions beneath businesslike eficiency and buttoned-up reserve and vowed never, ever, to let her heart lead her astray again.
Rugged family friend Nathaniel Fury se this course for MEgan the day they first met -and all her resistance could not
divert him. But how on hearth was he to get past her formidable defenses and teach her to love again?
Chapter 1
She wasn't a risk-taker. She was always absolutely sure a step was completed before she took the next. It was part of her personality at least it had been for nearly ten years. She'd trained herself to be practical, to be cautious. Megan O'Riley was a woman who double-checked the locks at night.
To prepare for the flight from Oklahoma to Maine, she had meticulously packed carryon bags for herself and her son, and had arranged for the rest of their belongings to be shipped. It was foolish, she thought, to waste time at baggage claim.
The move east wasn't an impulse. She had told herself that dozens of times during the past six months. It was both a practical and an advantageous step, not only for herself, but for Kevin, too. The adjustment shouldn't be too difficult, she thought as she glanced over to the window seat where her son was dozing. They had family in Bar Harbor, and Kevin had been beside himself with excitement ever since she'd told him she was considering moving near his uncle and his half brother and sister. And cousins, she thought. Four new babies had been born since she and Kevin had first flown to Maine, to attend her brother's wedding to Amanda Calhoun.
She watched him sleep, her little boy. Not so little anymore, she realized. He was nearly nine. It would be good for him to be a part of a big family. The Calhouns were generous, God knew, with their affection.
She would never forget how Suzanna Calhoun Du-mont, now Bradford, had welcomed her the year before. Even knowing that Megan had been Suzanna's husband's lover just prior to Suzanna's marriage, had borne Baxter Dumont a child, Suzanna had been warm and open.
Of course, Megan was a poor example of the classic other woman. She hadn't known Suzanna even existed when she fell for Baxter. She'd been only seventeen, naive, and ready to believe all the promises and the vows of undying love. No, she hadn't known Bax was engaged to Suzanna Calhoun.
When she'd given birth to Baxter's child, he'd been on his honeymoon. He had never seen or acknowledged the son Megan O'Riley had borne him.
Years later, when fate tossed Megan's brother, Sloan, and Suzanna's sister Amanda together, the story had come out.
Now, through the twists and turns of fate, Megan and her son would live in the house where Suzanna and her sisters had grown up. Kevin would have family a half brother and sister, cousins, and a houseful of aunts and uncles. And what a house.
The Towers, Megan mused. The glorious old stone structure Kevin still called a castle. She wondered what it would be like to live there, to work there. Now that the renovations on The Towers Retreat were completed, a large portion of the house served as a hotel. A St. James hotel, she added thoughtfully, the brainstorm of
Trenton St. James III, who had married the youngest Calhoun, Catherine.
St. James hotels were known worldwide for their quality and class. The offer to join the company as head accountant had, after much weighing and measuring, simply been too good to resist.
And she was dying to see her brother, Sloan, the rest of the family, The Towers itself.
If she was nervous, she told herself it was foolish to be. The move was a very practical, very logical step. Her new title, accounts manager, soothed frustrated ambitions, and though money had never been a problem, her new salary didn't hurt the ego, either.
And most important of all, she would have more time to spend with Kevin.
As the approach for landing was announced, Megan reached over, brushed a hand through Kevin's hair. His eyes, dark and sleepy, blinked open.
Are we there yet?
Just about. Put your seat back up. Look, you can see the bay.
We're going to go boating, right?
If he'd been fully awake, he might have remembered he was too old to bounce on his seat. But he bounced now, his face pressed to the window in his excitement.
And see whales. We'll go on Alex's new dad's boat.
The
You bet we
will.
And we're really going to live in that castle?
He turned back to her, her beautiful
boy with his golden skin and tousled black hair.
You'll have Alex's old room.
And there's ghosts.