Mountain Man's Secret Baby

by Lauren Wood

  “I read the article in Celebrity magazine. It seems like more than just a little scandal. Gemma, I know we’ve been a part for awhile, but I still love you, and now I’m concerned about you.”

  Feeling the tears prick her eyes, Gemma took a deep breath. She and Lizzie had been roommates back before Gemma had gotten famous. Together they’d waded through the life that was the scum of Los Angeles. Now she had no idea what Lizzie was doing with her life. What kind of friend was she?

  “I’m broke,” she admitted softly. “God, Lizzie, I’m about to lose everything. And I really don’t know what to do. Absolutely no one will hire me. I worked so hard, and now it’s all reduced to one stupid picture in a tabloid.”

  “Oh Gemma,” her friend exclaimed. “Come over. We’ll open up a bottle of wine and talk all about it.”

  Gemma sniffled and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to do that. I know I’ve been a shitty friend.”

  “Nonsense. You need someone, and I’m here for you. And that’s all that matters right now. I’d come there, but I’m up to my elbows in pasta. I’ll text you the address, and you can come sit and chat. Together, we’ll figure something out.”

  Up to her elbows in pasta? Lizzie always did like to cook. “Thank you,” Gemma said tearfully, and she meant it. All of her model friends had ditched her as soon as the scandal broke. When Gemma refused to talk about it, they put as much distance between them and her as possible. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend.

  She was resilient. She reminded herself of that over and over again as she grabbed her coat. She’d make it through, even if she did it with a friend by her side.

  * * *

  Charlie Connor lounged on his couch and stared at the ceiling. He had three hours before he was supposed to make an appearance at his birthday bash across town, but he was still wearing only his silk boxers.

  His thirty-fifth birthday party was the talk of the city. More than five hundred people were invited, and when Charlie glanced over the list, he realized that he didn’t really know even half of them. Those that he was closest to weren’t even on the list. Instead it was all about the A-list. Actors, politicians, models, and singers could celebrate his life with him, but his best friend wasn’t allowed in. Shawn Silva was hardly A-list. He was just an employee at Connor Industries. Apparently twenty years of friendship didn’t land a man an invitation.

  The party was supposed to be spectacular. The Victoria secret models would be there. They were flying in the greatest mixologists from all over the world to come up with brand new cocktails, and some well-known blonde singer was supposed to debut her newest song.

  There was also a talk of a floating pool. And Charlie didn’t give a damn about it. He had far more on his mind on his thirty-fifth birthday than attending yet another public function. He didn’t want to see the press. He didn’t want to schmooze investors. He just wanted to turn on the television and lose him in mindless dribble for the night.

  Most would say that he’d accomplished quite a bit at the age of thirty-five. Connor Industries was thriving. It was one of the biggest corporations in the country, and he had his hand in countless pies. But Connor Industries had been his father’s brainchild. It had been great when Charlie inherited it. He’d made it better, but for Charlie, that just didn’t seem to be enough.

  Something was missing. He’d been feeling it for a while now. But he just couldn’t figure out what it was.

  Instead of reaching for the remote, he grabbed his phone instead. Shawn picked up on the first ring. “Happy birthday old man.”

  “Old man? You turn thirty-five next month,” Charlie grumbled.

  “Yup. And that still makes you older than me. Why aren’t you drunk by now? It’s three in the afternoon. Last weekend you said that if you remember anything from your party, you weren’t celebrating correctly.”

  “What happens if I just skip the party? You can come over here, and we’ll order pizza and play on the Xbox all night.”

  Shawn chuckled. “That sounds awesome, but I’m fairly certain your PR representative would have me assassinated if you skipped your party to be with me. And I have plans to live to see my thirty-fifth birthday. Besides, I’m in New York right now.”

  “Why are you in New York?” Charlie frowned.

  “Jesus Charlie, you are in a mood. I’m here for the investors meeting. Remember?”

  “Ah, shit. That’s right.” Charlie closed his eyes and sighed. So much for hanging out with Shawn all night. “How’s that going?”

  “It’s how you think it’s going. A bunch of white men with white hair trying to outdo each other with numbers and figures. I’m ready for a drink, and I haven’t even had lunch.”

  “Guess I should get ready for my party,” Charlie grumbled.

  “Dude, you are one of the richest men in the city. Barring that, you are a fucking adult. It’s your birthday. If you don’t want to go to your own damn party, don’t go. So it might be a PR nightmare. It’s not like your company is at risk of going under if you don’t make an appearance. Quit trying to make the important people happy. For once, do something that makes you happy. And by that, I don’t mean try your hand at banging all of the Victoria Secret models again.”

  “There are still two holding out on me,” Charlie murmured as he grinned at the memory. The press had a field day with those photos.

  “If you want to stay in watching television, do that. If you want to go skinny-dipping in the ocean alone, do that. If you want to join your best friend in a series of mind-numbing meetings in New York, I’m not going to stop you,” Shawn joked.

  “Well, you’ve made it sound so fun,” Charlie said dryly. “But you’re not wrong. I should be able to say how I spend my birthday. And it shouldn’t be with a ton of people I barely know.”

  “Whatever you decide to do, be careful. The paparazzi will eat you alive if they discover that you’re not at your party. Where are you?”

  “Condo on Pierce Drive.”

  “That’s good. No one has caught on that you own that place. Damn. Perkins is giving me the death stare. I’d better get going. Call me later.”

  Charlie was about to say something else, but Shawn hung up. With a shrug, Charlie tossed the phone on the table and pursed his lips. Making a decision, he jolted up and ran into the kitchen. Opening up one of the drawers, he started pulling out to-go menus. As one slid out of his reach, he bent down to pick it up.

  Towney Catering.

  Someone had given it to him a few weeks ago and mentioned that it was new and hip. Just the two things he hated the most. But when he opened it up, he couldn’t help but see a few things that sounded good.

  Vaulting over the couch back, he landed hard on the cushions and leaned his head back. He was going to spend the night with good food, good movies, and possibly good porn.

  With a wicked smile, he picked up the phone and dialed his public relations agent. “Johnson,” he said brightly. “I’m really not feeling all that well.”

  Chapter 2

  Gemma took off her sunglasses, hat, and wig when she entered Lizzie’s place. It was an expansive warehouse that has been converted into a catering business. The counter tops were covered in a beautiful gray marble, and the appliances were a dazzling stainless steel. She thought her own kitchen was impressive, but it was nothing compared to this.

  “You made it!” Lizzie beamed as she rushed towards her. She went in for a hug but stopped and looked at her arms. They were covered in sauce. “I’d hug you, but I don’t think this sauce is going to go with your outfit.”

  Looking down at her expensive Italian silk white shirt that she’d paired with her dark tight jeans, Gemma shrugged. “Looks aren’t getting me very far these days anyways,” she said as she leaned in for the hug.

  “Oh, sweetheart. You made it to the top on looks and brains, and don’t let anyone tell you differently,” Lizzie said as she went back the pot she had on the oven. She was shorter than the avera
ge woman with dark hair and naturally olive skin. Although she was pretty, she did very little in the way of make-up.

  Spinning a vintage bight orange dining room chair around, Gemma slumped in it. “My brains don’t seem to be kicking in now. I’m broke. I’m beyond broke. I’m literally days away from losing my apartment.”

  The phone on the counter rang, and Lizzie sent her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, darling. Give me just a minute.” She snatched up the phone. “Elizabeth Towney here.” After a minute, her eyes widened in panic. “But you’re supposed to be here in five minutes. You couldn’t call out an hour ago? I’ve got a delivery that I have to make in twenty minutes!”

  Obviously frustrated, she hung up the phone and let loose a few colorful expletives. “Damn it! He could be one of my best customers, and now I don’t have anyone to deliver it. And if I take it, I’ll be late on the Smithfield order, and they’re big customers. Shit!”

  Gemma cocked her head and frowned. “Why are you taking these phone calls? Don’t you have a manager that can help you out?”

  “No. I keep meaning to hire one, but I just haven’t gotten around to it.” She looked over at Gemma, and suddenly her eyes lit up with delight. “You’re trying to make some extra money, right?”

  Warily, Gemma bit her lip. “I suppose so,” she said slowly.

  “It will literally take you forty-five minutes. There is a twenty-percent tip included in the price, plus I pay a flat rate per delivery and reimburse for gas.” Lizzie jotted something down and slid the invoice across the counter.

  Gemma got up and took a look. “That would pay my phone and electric bill,” she said softly. “Charlie Connor? The Charlie Connor?”

  “The one and only. He called twenty minutes ago with a dinner order, which is strange because he’s supposed to have a party tonight. I only know because everyone in the California catering world was fighting tooth and nail to cater it. They gave it to Tara Sweets. That bitch,” she said half-heartedly. “So you’ll do it?”

  It would be humiliating to go from model to delivery woman, but Gemma didn’t want to tell Lizzie that. Besides, no one else was offering her a job. And she did have her disguise. “Do I have to wear a uniform?” she asked dubiously.

  “I have a t-shirt with my logo on it, but you don’t have to wear it,” Lizzie said with a smile. “Although that shirt might get you more attention then you might like.”

  “I’ll wear the t-shirt,” Gemma said instantly. Lizzie laughed and abandoned her food to fetch the shirt.

  “Are you the only cook in this operation?’ Gemma asked a she waited.

  “No. I’ve got three other cooks, but two of them are out shopping for ingredients, and the other is out sick. I’m the main cook. You know how I am in the kitchen, and it’s hard for me to give up that control.” She emerged from the back and tossed something black her way. Lizzie caught it was ease and held it up.

  It was simple and classic with white lettering. Gemma stripped off her shirt and slipped the t-shirt on. “Comfortable.”

  “Still no modesty, I see,” Lizzie said dryly. “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to see your perfect body?”

  “Please,” Gemma said as she rolled her eyes. “Your body is just as good as mine, so I don’t want to hear it.”

  Lizzie reached up and pulled some thermal totes out of the cabinets in the top. Carefully, she stacked the decorated aluminum packages in the totes and sealed them. Finally, she grabbed a six-pack of beer from the fridge and placed it in the cooler. “Okay, keep everything upright and as still as possible. These babies here have excellent insulation, so he should be able to enjoy everything right away. There are storing and reheating instructions for leftovers as well as a review card in the top. He’s already paid, so you just have to deliver the food and give him your sultriest smile.”

  “Cute,’ Gemma said as she grabbed the packages. “Lizzie, thank you for this.”

  “Girl, don’t even mention it. You are doing me the biggest favor in the world. Now I’ve got a delivery afterwards, and then I have dinner plans, so you don’t need to come back. Just text me a confirmation that the delivery was made and the customer was satisfied. Any questions?”

  “It seems easy enough,” Gemma murmured.

  “Okay, out you go. Go!” Lizzie commanded as she pointed to the door. Gemma hooked one hand under the thermal totes and slung the cooler over her shoulder.

  “Some things haven’t changed,” she said with a wink as she slipped out the door. Lizzie had always been a take-charge kind of woman. Carefully loading her car, she slipped behind the wheel of her car and repositioned her wig and sunglasses.

  Charlie Connor would never recognize her.

  What should have been a ten-minute drive took half an hour. She texted an update to Lizzie as she pulled into the private drive and gave her information to security. The wind caught her unexpectedly as she pulled the food out of her car, and she frowned and pulled her shirt back down. Finally, she was ringing his doorbell.

  “Come in,” the voice grunted over the intercom. The door buzzed, and she heard it unlock. “Put it in the kitchen.”

  Inwardly sighing, she hooked the door handle with her elbow and pushed down as she stumbled into the condo. “Towney Catering,” she called out. No one answered her.

  “Rude,” she muttered as she pulled the food through the living room and into the kitchen. Quickly, she pulled out the containers and set them on the counter. After placing the beer in the refrigeration, she shut the door and turned to leave.

  He had appeared out of nowhere and was casually leaning against the counter. With a shriek, she stumbled back. Jesus. He was naked.

  Damn. She’d never seen him in person, and it was clear that his pictures didn’t do him justice.

  His thick and dark hair looked like he’d just run his hands through it, and those piercing blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. Combined with his dark skin, his five o-clock shadow, and the six-pack he didn’t seem embarrassed about sharing, he looked like something out of a magazine.

  And Gemma should know since she’d graced the cover of more than a dozen of them.

  “Towney Catering,” she said dumbly. Her tongue seemed too thick to actually formulate words, and she flushed with embarrassment. She’d had the attentions of countless sexy men, so why would this one be any different?

  “I gathered from your shirt,” he said with a smirk. “Although I’m a little concerned about the wig and the fact that you’re wearing sunglasses inside.”

  Her arms shot up to her wig, and she realized that the wind had blown it askew. He looked relaxed, but his eyes were intense. It was possible that he was going to call the cops any minute. Lizzie would kill her.

  “Sorry about that,” she said as she slowly pulled the wig off and removed her sunglasses. “I was doing a favor for a friend.”

  “You’re Gemma Darling,” he said in a startled voice. He moved around the counter, and she tried hard not to gasp. But he was wearing a pair of boxers, and for a moment, she didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed

  “Lizzie is a friend of mine. Sorry, Elizabeth Towney. Anyways, I think everything is in order here. I’ll just be on my way.” Gemma stepped back nervously as he moved into the kitchen.

  “Is this your only delivery?” he said in a low voice as he advanced on her.

  “Yes,” she whispered as she backed into the wall. What was he doing?

  With a knowing grin, he turned and began popping the lids off the containers. She felt a sharp jolt of irritation. He knew just how he was affecting her, and he was playing with her. “Then you can stay and join me for dinner.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “It’s my birthday. You would tell a man no on his birthday?”

  “I would tell a stranger no any day of the year,” she snapped as she edged around the counter.

  “It’s just dinner,” he said with a smile. “Besides, I thought the catering or
der came with hands-on service.”

  Gemma frowned. Lizzie never said anything about that. She didn’t want to do anything to ruin her friend’s reputation. “I suppose I could plate it for you,” she said softly.

  “Excellent!” Charlie said with a smile. “I’ll take my dinner in the living room. And please, I ordered enough for two. Join me. They’ll be a handsome tip in it for you.”

  He didn’t even give her a chance to respond as he left the kitchen. Grumbling to herself, she began to go through his cabinets and pull down dishes. She desperately needed any of the money she could get, but she had a feeling that she might regret not leaving right then and there.

  But she loved her apartment. And at the moment, she was willing to do whatever it took to keep it.

  * * *

  Gemma Darlings was in his kitchen. Obviously one of his friends had set this up as a joke or as a birthday present. When he’d ordered his meal, he certainly didn’t count on getting a gorgeous woman as part of the deal. His night was looking better and better.

  Nearly everyone knew Gemma, and he was no exception. She’d started her modeling career at the tender age of eighteen, and she’d done everything from televisions commercials to catwalks. Her long blonde hair and sultry red lips were trademarks in the summer, and those dark brown eyes were glamorous in winter ads. She’d been America’s sweetheart until she’d been caught in the arms of a married man.

  He’d treated the scandal with a grain of salt. The tabloids had a way of blowing things out of proportion, and he knew that better than anyone. But as her career began to fade, he started to believe that the rumors were true. She was nothing but another woman who thought she could have anything.

  Not that Charlie could really judge her. He’d had his fair share of married women. The only difference was that it was expected of him.

  And he didn’t get caught.

  She’d nearly jumped at the chance to serve him when he’d offered her money. Charlie wondered just how much she was getting paid for this gig tonight.