The Billionaire's Seed_A Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “If it helps, then I’ll do what it takes,” she affirmed. Gale bit his lip at her confidence, but he nodded gratefully.

  “We can’t do this without you, Mina.”

  “There has to be another way!” Aaron demanded.

  “There isn’t,” Gale stated simply, “I spent all night with Rhonda trying to get information and piece together whatever we could that would ensure minimum loss to the company-”

  “The company is not our priority, Gale,” Aaron seethed, “It’s the family. Money can come from anywhere and we have plenty of reserves to keep ourselves going for a few generations. Have you forgotten who we are?”

  “Have you forgotten who you are, Aaron?” Gale snapped, “Have you forgotten about those who work under you? What about them? They have families to feed and lives to live. I didn’t go about thinking just about your family, I’m doing this thinking about all of them!”

  Aaron fell silent, knowing he was right.

  “Yeah, sorry,” he sighed apologetically, “I’m too caught up in myself these days. There are others to think of.”

  Gale sighed, “Your sister has offered to take care of all the other aspects of McCarthy Continental. In the meantime, you need to focus on building security not just for this family, but for the rest of those involved with McCarthy Continental. We have a lot to think of.”

  “When do we start all this?”

  “In a few weeks,” he said, “Meanwhile, we need to hold meetings and transfer hierarchies and responsibilities before we leave to tackle this. Make sure the company does not halt to prevent losses. Also, the security forces will be here to discuss all the plans with you and explain what steps we will be taking in the next few weeks. Our goal is to not only bring Tyler down, but all those who are with him in this. It’ll be a huge operation and we need you guys in the best state of mind.”

  “Sounds fair,” Mina said, “What about our parents?”

  “We’ll have them stay away from here until all of this is settled,” he said, “Also, you have a cousin, Elijah East who can be of good use to us.”

  “Wait, what?” Mina cried out, “Why him?”

  “He’s in contact with your father and knows of his activities and whereabouts. We’re not the only ones trying to bring your father down, and Elijah has been doing it all undercover, making sure your father thought of him as an ally this whole time. He could help us a lot and we’re flying him in next week.”

  “Wait, are you sure we can trust him?” Aaron scoffed, “We don’t even know this guy well!”

  “Mina does,” Gale gave her a pointed look. Mina nodded, explaining that she and Elijah had been very close since childhood, and he had a hand in getting Heidi to divorce Sean and keeping her safe through the ordeal at his place. She was Elijah’s favorite cousin and was almost a decade older than her. He’d helped her more times than she could count, and he had hinted he was trying to get Sean in jail because he was putting the rest of the family under debts they could not collectively afford to handle.

  “We can definitely trust him on this,” she admitted.

  “Well, if she says so,” Aaron shrugged, “I guess this means we get to start wrapping up before next week arrives.”

  “Starting tomorrow,” Gale nodded, “We have a lot of work regarding your previous apartment. I’ll handle it all. You guys should have some time to yourselves to think it all through. The two nodded in silence, sipping at their coffees going cold. Gale turned around to leave them be.

  The two were lost in thought as they tried to process the situation. Mina had always found watching movies involving money and crime exciting, but this was so uncalled for. She didn’t want to be involved in it herself. And now she’d have to face her father. After all these years of trying to undo the damages he did to her, she would have to face him again, reopen her wounds, and pour salt in them.

  No, she thought to herself, I need to become stronger. There is no way I’ll let him drag me down anymore. Enough is enough.

  The following week was quick to come. They were all seated at a large round table, waiting for Aaron to relay all that had happened since Heidi’s and Dave’s wedding. And all before that when it came to Greta and Tyler, if Greta knew something that would have an advantage over Aaron or Mina, and everything that could be useful in protecting the company against their moves.

  It didn’t take long for the rest to arrive before the meeting began. And there was a lot of explaining to do of how Tyler Morgan and Sean East worked. Elijah was soon to take the floor and explained how Sean had managed to work his way close to the top, and Mina wasn’t surprised with how dirty had father played to get there. But it put her heart at unease that he had killed people for it. That he was so desperate and ready to end anyone in his way to get what he wanted. She couldn’t understand how she managed to survive his presence in the 18 years she spent with him under the same roof.

  Also, she had something to discuss with Aaron. She felt it was important for everyone to know but wanted to make sure if it was even okay to do so. She grabbed him as soon as everyone dispersed to catch a break, and dragged him to their room. No one said anything and left themselves for a walk outside, or to stretch their legs on the balcony.

  “Aaron…” she sighed.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he leaned his head down to hers. She looked confused and Aaron wanted nothing more than to drive away whatever was causing her any discomfort.

  Mina didn’t know how to say it to him. She’d missed her period that morning, and her suspicions were confirmed when she took a test after breakfast. She’d been waiting all day to tell him, and if not now, then it would be too late.

  So she fetched the little box she’d put the pregnancy test in, hoping he would react well to it and that this fact would not hinder or break anything that was between them.

  Aaron looked at the box curiously, and confused. It was a plain black cuboid with no indication of what it could be. He feared the worst, thinking that it might have been from either Greta or Tyler and that they knew of their new whereabouts despite the measures taken to make them invisible.

  He opened the box carefully, coming face to face with a stick.

  He didn’t get it.

  “What is this?”

  Mina threw her hands up in the air, “Aaron, I’m pregnant!”

  Silence. He could only stare at her dumbfounded. And Mina knew she had ruined everything.

  Until he broke into a grin, and then it was her who was dumfounded. He was happy with it?

  And he was. He engulfed her in a hug so hard that she thought she would choke.

  “Holy shit!” he whispered excitedly, “Mina, this is the best news I’ve received in my life!”

  “Really?”

  “Yes!”

  “But what about our situation? Our circumstances?” she started to panic, “Will we be able to take care of the baby?”

  “Mina,” he said firmly, clasping his hands onto her shoulders, “Trust me, I will do anything to make sure it works out for us. For all of us.”

  His hand trailed down over to her abdomen, and he looked her in the eyes with tears in his eyes, “We just have one more reason to make this all happen now.”

  The Big Cowboy’s Secret

  By: Hannah McBride

  The Big Cowboy’s Secret

  © November 2017 – All rights reserved

  By Hannah McBride,

  Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.

  This is a work of fiction. All names and characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  This book is for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher.

  Warning

  This book is intended for adult readers, 18+ years old. Please close this e-book if you are not comfortable reading adult content.

  Chapter One

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nbsp; It was the distance that got to you.

  Not so much for the native-born and bred Texans, of course; miles between one far-flung destination and another had a habit of melting away beneath the dusty tires of their speeding vehicles, and the shiny wings of their private planes. Growing up here kept you balanced and even a little nonchalant about the width and breadth and size of this state. Gave you bragging rights, too, about the larger-than-life heroism of its men and the sheer cussed beautiful temperament of its women.

  How could any male worth his salt and swagger not stride along as if he owned the pavement beneath his boot heels, with the words of so many forbears burned into his soul? After all, Davy Crockett had informed the world, “You can all go to hell; I will go to Texas.” And Sam Houston, in 1833, let everyone know that “Texas is the finest portion of the globe that has ever blessed my vision.”

  For the visitor, however, or the immigrant, those distances could often feel as intimidating, as frightening, as for the lonely pioneer women who had, more than a century ago, stared helplessly out toward the horizon, and sometimes lost their minds doing it. In certain areas, the endless wind, and the treeless plain, and the lack of human communication for days or weeks, proved sometimes to be too much solitude for even the hardiest of souls.

  In the Texas Hill Country, stalwart pecan and ash and cedar trees, and the lowly acacia, helped to fill the vast spaces, as did vagrant creeks here and there, and dots of watering holes. A fairly sparse population allowed plenty of land free for grazing the sturdy Black Hereford cattle from several local ranches.

  One of which was the Ten Buck spread, owned by Benjamin Milam Taggart.

  The billionaire businessman / baron Caroline Finch was—oh, so reluctantly—on her way to meet.

  Chapter Two

  “Howdy, Miss Finch, and welcome to Texas. I’m Marilou Gilbert, Mr. Taggart’s administrative assistant. We spoke on the phone a number of times?”

  “How do you do, Miss Gilbert? Thank you. Yes, we did, and you very kindly answered a few thousand of my questions. It’s a—it’s an awfully big place you have here, isn’t it?”

  Marilou, who was bouncing along ahead down the concourse, smiled. She could best be described as “perky,” from her pretty country cream good looks to her swinging blonde ponytail to her sassy gray circle skirt to her lilting steps—in a cute pair of candy-pink ballet flats—that covered so much ground. Actually, her personality reminded Caroline, who was not now and never could have been considered perky, of a bustling Pomeranian. But a friendly one, of course.

  “Yes, ma’am, I reckon things can seem a mite overwhelmin’ when you first arrive, especially if you’ve never been to Texas before. How was your flight from Burlington? Were you comfortable? Did you have any problems? I’m sorry we had to schedule extra stops, but you live a far piece away, don’t you? Extra mileage, y’ know.”

  Breathe, girl, Caroline wanted to implore of her guide. Just take a breath. Do the residents of this state always talk so much? And so fast?

  “Ah—my luggage?”

  “Oh, honey, someone is loadin’ your stuff into my car right now, as we speak. Just a little farther now. Did you need to make a pit stop? We can pick up somethin’ to eat, too, if you’re hungry. Lotsa fast food places on the way.”

  “No, thank you, I’m fine. There were plenty of refreshments on board. So this was Mr. Taggart’s personal plane?”

  “Yes, ma’am. With all the travelin’ he does, he finds it easier just to have his own Lear available for whenever and wherever he needs it. So, once I started makin’ arrangements for your trip, he just said, well, shoot, ML, let her fly quick and easy, like the busy folks do.”

  Caroline, dressed in her Sunday best, which included stiletto heels and a prim navy pinstripe suit, was having a hard time keeping up with the fast pace. The young admin, who looked not a day over twenty, seemed to have inexhaustible energy and stamina. Perhaps she was required to, in order to meet the demands of her boss. Besides, she was probably, thought Caroline, with just a twinge of rancor, some sort of marathon runner who would beat out the crowd at every lap.

  Miss Gilbert had, evidently per instructions, been waiting at the gate when Taggart’s impressive jet landed just twenty minutes ago to taxi from runway to terminal. Waiting at the inside gate, of course, well-insulated behind thick glass doors. It was, she cheerfully explained to her guest, just too dang hot to stand around outside waitin’ for anyone, even if it was the president himself.

  From the Marigold Municipal Airport, they would be driving in the ranch car to the Ten Buck, where Miss Finch could rest and relax for a bit before joining the family for supper. That part, plus the opportunity for a nice cool shower, sounded especially enticing to Caroline. Even traveling in luxurious surroundings had meant a lengthy trip from Vermont, arriving and boarding early this morning. She was more than ready to complete whatever details of this arrangement remained, sign any necessary papers, and go on from there.

  Heat and dust hit her full in the face when they emerged to a parking lot.

  “I know, I know,” sympathized Marilou, seeing her wince. “This time of year, we go from air-conditionin’ to air-conditionin’. Otherwise we’d all be shriveled up like prunes.”

  Caroline felt she could safely agree with that. Instead of a prune, though, she felt as wilted as the few roses she had noticed bravely attempting to bloom in a well-tended garden. What had she been thinking, to make her way to the middle of Texas in a silk blouse and panty hose?

  Lord. Might as well just plunk a white cloche on her head and pull on a pair of elbow gloves, à la retro 50’s, to complete the picture. Did she really still have to worry about impressing anyone, after leaving behind every one of the hoops through which she had already jumped?

  The cool air blasting from the silver Cadillac’s sleek vents felt like something from Resurrection Day, bringing her back to life. Unobtrusively Caroline loosened the tight collar, as she settled in behind her seat belt, and wished in vain for a wet washcloth. Or a tall glass of pure ice water. Or the cool spray from an outdoor sprinkler.

  “This is only late May,” she commented, as Marilou flicked on her turn signal and pulled the car out into traffic. “How will you survive the rest of the summer?”

  Sending her companion an understanding sideways glance, the admin chuckled. “Well, we’re more used to the temperatures round here than you are, comin’ from Yankee territory. You just take it easy for a while, and give yourself time. After a while you won’t ever wanna go back to the snow you left behind.”

  I wouldn’t bet on it, was Caroline’s private response. “Do we have quite a distance to go before we reach the ranch?”

  “No, ma’am. Fifty miles or so. Don’t you worry, we’ll be there lickety-split. You just relax and enjoy yourself. Texans are born with one foot on the gas pedal and the other on the brake.” Her laugh rolled out as easily and smoothly as the gentle hills through which they were now passing.

  The scenery was much more interesting, and beautiful, than she had expected. Patches of barrenness here and there, yes; with only scrub of some sort, and weeds she would eventually learn answered to the names of nettle and plantain and creeper, and the aptly-captioned broomweed, snakeweed, and sneezeweed.

  But then there were flowers, oceans and oceans of flowers, swimming away to the horizon: daisies and dill, blazing star and blue star, brown-eyed Susan and black-eyed Susan—a whole hodgepodge of color that called you to come investigate fragrance and texture.

  And everything so spread out, with miles of distance between one spot and another. So much a contrast to her own tightly contained neighborhood, whose borders could easily fit into a mere clump of counties.

  Elm, Caroline recognized, and oak, and willow. Universal trees, drinking deep of underground aquifers; providing shade, and shelter, and hope. She was relieved to see so many trees. She knew she would never have been able to transplant her own being away from the forested regions of Vermont if it mea
nt setting up shop in a desert.

  “And there’s a daughter?” she asked now, pulling herself forcibly back to the present.

  “Yes, little Sophie. She’s six. Ah—six, going on sixteen. You’ll have your hands full with that one, believe me.” Another chuckle that did nothing to restore Caroline’s flagging confidence. “But you won’t have to deal with her quite yet.”

  “I assume that I will be able to meet with Mr. Taggart at some point today?”

  “Oh, sure enough. He’s set aside half an hour for you, at five o’clock.”

  Astounded, Caroline turned toward the admin, who was humming along with some country western song emanating from a superior CD player in the background. “I beg your pardon? Set aside? He’s set aside half an hour?”

  “Well, yes.” Marilou interrupted her humming to smile across the air-conditioned interior. “He’s a busy man, you know. In fact, he’s coming back from a business consortium especially to see you. Then he has to leave again right after supper.”

  “Isn’t that just ducky.”

  The rest of the trip, notable only for the speed at which the Cadillac cruised—surely far above the posted limit?—served as a vehicle for Marilou to play tour guide. She pointed out this landmark, and that, or commented on local news, or asked questions about Caroline’s everyday life back in Juniper, of the “Freedom and Unity” State.

  “I believe you know most of that,” was Caroline’s quiet response. “Since we’ve been communicating for months, and you’ve been the one required to make all these arrangements.”

  “Well, only followin’ Mr. Taggart’s directions, y’ know. Hope things’ve worked out the way you wanted. And you’re all recovered now?”

  “Recovered?” Caroline, smoothing wrinkles from the suit skirt whose fit had proven more flattering some six months ago, flashed back to the weeks of recuperation resulting from the accident, and all the disastrous repercussions thereof. “Yes. I’m recovered, thank you. How long have you worked for Mr. Taggart, Marilou?”