Reunited...and Pregnant

  She’s pregnant...and working with her ex!

  PR whiz Cady Collins’s personal and professional lives both desperately need a reboot. So when millionaire Beckett Ballantyne decides to rebrand his company, Cady is determined to land the job. The only complication is her romantic history with her devilishly handsome boss, whose smoldering blue-eyed gaze still makes her swoon. And the only complication with that is the fact she’s already pregnant!

  Beck doesn’t mind that he’s not the baby’s father—he only knows he burns for the mom-to-be. But when a media misunderstanding leads to a fake engagement, will Beck end the Valentine’s Day charade or play for keeps?

  Reunited...and Pregnant is part of The Ballantyne Billionaires series.

  Beckett stepped into her personal space.

  Her heart bounced off her rib cage and her stomach felt like it was taking a roller-coaster ride, but she’d be damned if she’d let Beck see how much his hot, hard body affected her.

  Beck smiled, lifted a hand and rested the tip of his index finger in the V of her throat. “Your pulse is trying to burst through your skin.”

  Dammit. Damned pulse. Heart, stop beating.

  Beck’s hot fingertip ran up the side of her throat until he reached her jaw. “God, your eyes. My memory didn’t do them justice. Silver and green all contained in a ring of emerald.”

  Cady swallowed and shook her head. “Don’t do this, Beckett.”

  “I think I have to,” Beckett replied, the heat of his hand scalding her jaw. His other hand grasped her hip and he pulled her into him.

  Beck’s lips were pure magic as his mouth took possession of hers. Cady felt his hand cup her right butt cheek and he launched her up into his muscular body. She closed her eyes, not quite believing that he was holding her, that his mouth was on hers. It felt like it belonged there, as if she’d been created to be kissed by him. Beck kissed like he owned her, like she was—just for this moment in time—still his.

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  Reunited...and Pregnant is part of The Ballantyne Billionaires series: A family who has it all...except love!

  Dear Reader,

  In His Ex’s Well-Kept Secret—Jaeger’s story—I introduced you to the Ballantynes, four siblings who are heirs to a Manhattan-based empire built on luxury gemstones. Raised by their uncle Connor, Jaeger, Beck, Linc and Sage have it all: wealth, prestige, smarts and good looks—and, frequently, complicated notions about love.

  Reunited...and Pregnant is Beckett’s story. Beckett is one smart cookie, incredibly driven and a relentless workaholic. He’s the finance director and troubleshooter for Ballantyne International. A decade ago, his family forced him to take a gap year to travel and he spent two months in Asia with Cady. Beckett, who is such a lone wolf, has issues with falling in love, so when things got too deep with Cady, he sent her back to the United States. But love finds a way and Cady is back in his life, desperate to rescue her business, and running the new Ballantyne PR campaign is how she intends to do that.

  Cady has a business to save and a baby to raise—she doesn’t have time to revisit the past with the ever-sexy Beck Ballantyne. Or so she thinks...

  I’m having such fun writing about the Ballantynes—they keep surprising me—and I very much hope you enjoy them, too!

  Happy reading,

  Joss

  xxx

  Connect with me at josswoodbooks.com, Twitter (@josswoodbooks) or Facebook (Joss Wood Author).

  Joss Wood

  Reunited...and Pregnant

  Joss Wood loves books and traveling—especially to the wild places of southern Africa. She has the domestic skills of a potted plant and drinks far too much coffee.

  Joss has written for Harlequin KISS, Harlequin Presents and, most recently, the Harlequin Desire line. After a career in business, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.

  Books by Joss Wood

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  Taking the Boss to Bed

  From Mavericks to Married

  Trapped with the Maverick Millionaire

  Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire

  Married to the Maverick Millionaire

  The Ballantyne Billionaires

  His Ex’s Well-Kept Secret

  Reunited...and Pregnant

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  To the reader: thank you for spending your precious time with my characters.

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Claimed by the Rancher by Jules Bennett

  Prologue

  In Bangkok International Airport, Beckett Ballantyne, his booted feet resting on his backpack, looked across the row of seats to Cady and smiled. Her eyes were closed, her lips moving as she silently sang along to whatever she was listening to via the new pair of earbuds she’d bought in Pantip Plaza yesterday.

  A light green bandeau held her long, deep brown hair off her face and turned her wintry eyes a light green. Sitting with her heels on the seat of her chair and wearing denim shorts, a white tank and beaded bracelets, she looked exactly like what she was: a sexy backpacker seeing the world.

  With that half smile on her face, the flirt of a dimple in her cheek, she would make anyone looking at her envious of her freedom, jealous of her next adventure.

  She was young, gorgeous and adventurous and, no one, Beck was certain, would suspect that she was utterly miserable.

  Not with him. They were, as far as he knew, perfectly fine for a couple who’d met and run off to South East Asia together within a month of meeting at an off-campus party in New York. Technically, since his trip was planned, she’d run off, choosing to spend the long summer holidays after freshman year traveling with him.

  Her staid, conservative, churchy parents had freaked.

  Beck glanced at the phone in her hand and he wondered how many emails and voice messages they’d left, begging her to come home. How many tears would she shed this time? How long would it take her to come out of the funk their recriminations tossed her into?

  In Beckett’s mind it was psychological torture, and her parents just kept up the pressure. She was wasting her life; she was a disrespectful daughter; she was living in sin with him...

  Her father had an ulcer; her mother was depressed. How could she be enjoying her trip when they were so miserable? They missed her and worried constantly about her—what if she was kidnapped and sold into the sex trade? They’d heard there was a bomb blast in Thailand—what if she was caught up in an explosion?

  He’d told her to ignore them, to only check in once a week, but Cady couldn’t disconnect. Their mind games turned her into a conflicted mess. She wanted to be with him but her guilt over disappointing her parents was eating her from the inside out.

  He knew th
at she felt stuck in the middle. He thought her parents were narrow-minded and they thought he was a spoiled rich kid, the spawn of Satan because he lured their innocent daughter overseas with the sole intention of corrupting her.

  If one could call worshipping her body at every opportunity corruption...

  Beck felt the action in his pants and tipped his head back to look at the ceiling, readily admitting that he couldn’t get enough of Cady. At twenty-three, he’d had other lovers, so he couldn’t understand why he was utterly addicted to making love with her, being with her.

  If he believed in the emotion, he might think that he was in love. But since he didn’t, wouldn’t allow himself to, he did what he always did and pushed those uncomfortable thoughts away.

  Her parents’ disapproval would’ve been easier for Cady to handle if she genuinely loved traveling, loved experiencing the hugely different cultures they stepped into. But having been protected and cocooned, she’d cried at the poverty and slums she saw in India, been shocked by the sex trade in Phuket. The crowds, the sounds and strange food threw her, and the lack of English disoriented her. He couldn’t fault her for trying, and she didn’t whine but she wasn’t enjoying the experience. It didn’t help that she’d had her wallet lifted, her butt touched and had to spend four days in a grungy bathroom, her arms wrapped around a cracked toilet bowl.

  He’d thought she’d enjoy the clear sea and white-sand beaches of Phi Phi, the island they’d just returned from. But Cady was miserable. And because Cady was miserable, he was, too. He’d thought that their desperate need to be with each other could conquer anything.

  He was so wrong.

  With his ridiculously high IQ, being wrong was not a concept he was very familiar with.

  God, these last two weeks together would be torture. Every time he thought of her leaving, his stomach knotted and his lungs seized. They had a plan, he reminded himself; they’d agreed to three months together and then she’d head back to college and he’d continue his travels.

  But after two and a half months together, he knew that he could no longer take her, and his feelings for her, lightly. And that realization made him feel like his life was spinning out of control. While his little brain was already mourning her departure, his big brain was insisting they could do with some distance, some time apart. He needed a lot of space and quite a bit of time apart because he was starting to suspect that she might be the beat of his heart, the breath on his lips, the reason the sun rose in the morning.

  He had to let her go because, if he wasn’t careful, he could love her with a fierce, crazy, forever type of love. Love like that meant taking a very real risk, a huge leap of faith. It made him feel lost, exposed and far too vulnerable—all the emotions he’d been trying to avoid since he was eight. Love meant pain, and he was too smart to put himself in harm’s way.

  Love meant losing control.

  Love was also, it was said, supposed to make you feel happy and complete. He didn’t deserve to feel happy and he’d never feel complete. How could he when he was the reason his parents’ remains, and those of his unborn sibling, were scattered on a mountain in Vermont?

  Beck felt his cell phone vibrate in his back pocket and pulled it out. He smiled at the name on the display. He had two older brothers, Linc through adoption and Jaeger through birth, and he loved them equally.

  They were also equally annoying in their belief that he needed looking after. The fact that he was taller and bigger than both of them didn’t stop them fussing over him and his younger sister, Sage.

  This time it was Jaeger calling.

  “Jay, what’s up?” he asked after answering the call.

  “Just checking up on you. Any trouble?”

  Beck rolled his eyes. He wasn’t that stupid; he wasn’t stupid at all. “Actually, I was just about to call you. We’re sitting in a Thai jail. They found some coke on us.”

  There was long silence before Jaeger released a harsh curse. “That’s not funny, Beck.”

  Beck grinned. “I thought it was.”

  “You are such an ass.”

  Beck tapped Cady on her knee and pointed to his backpack, silently telling her to keep an eye on his stuff. She nodded and Beck stood up to walk toward the window looking out onto the busy tarmac.

  “Where are you? Bangkok?” Jaeger asked. “And are you still heading for Vietnam?”

  “That’s the plan, why?”

  “I’m heading there day after next. I’ve had a tip about a new rustic mine in Yen Bai producing some very high quality rubies. Want to come with me and see what we can buy?”

  Beck felt a spurt of excitement, the kick of adrenaline at the thought of hunting gems with his brother to supply the demands of Ballantyne’s rich and demanding clients. “Hell, yes.”

  Then he remembered that he wasn’t traveling alone. “Can I bring Cady?”

  “I’m not sure of the area, Beck. I wouldn’t,” Jaeger replied. “Can’t she stay in Hanoi by herself for a couple of days?”

  Beck ran his hand over the back of his neck. The backpackers they’d met on Phi Phi were heading to Hanoi, as well, and they were all staying at the same backpacker’s hostel. Maybe they—and their new friend Amy especially—could keep an eye on Cady for a few days. He was fairly certain she’d be okay.

  Then the disapproving faces of Cady’s parents jumped onto the big screen of his mind and he instantly felt guilty. He was responsible for Cady, not Amy.

  “Let me think about it,” he told Jaeger. But he knew he couldn’t leave Cady in Hanoi by herself.

  “No worries,” Jaeger replied. “I’m glad that you’ve reconciled yourself to traveling. Connor was worried that you wouldn’t but I knew that our parents’ adventurous spirit was still in you, albeit deeply buried.”

  “It’s not like I have a choice, Jaeger. That was the ultimatum Connor and Linc gave me, supported by you, I might add.”

  Yeah, he enjoyed traveling but he was still pissed that his uncle and his brothers refused to allow him to join Ballantyne’s until he’d taken a gap year or two.

  “You know why, Beck,” Jaeger said, his deep voice low and concerned. “You’ve been operating at warp speed since you were a kid. You finished school early, partly because you’re brilliant, but mostly because you worked your tail off. You made the national swim championships because every moment you weren’t studying you were in the pool. When you gave up competitive swimming we thanked God because we thought you might finally get a life. Date some girls, have some fun, get into some trouble. Not you. You went off to college and got your master’s in business in record time. You’re twenty-three years old and you’ve spent the past ten years working your ass off. If you come back to Ballantyne’s, you’ll do exactly the same thing. So we don’t care if you sit on a beach for the next eight months or if you enter an ashram, but what you aren’t doing is going straight to work.”

  Beck gripped the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He’d heard this lecture a hundred times before.

  “Anyway, this is a stupid conversation because we all know that you love traveling.”

  He did. He loved the freedom it gave him, loved the anonymity. While traveling, he was Beck, no surname attached. For the first time in fifteen years he felt marginally free, a little at peace, a lot chilled.

  “Do you think that tying yourself to Cady while you travel is a good idea?” Jaeger asked.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Beck glanced at Cady, who met his eyes and gave him that quick, sunburst smile that always jump-started his heart.

  “According to her social media posts, she’s ditching school and spending the next year traveling with you.”

  What the hell...?

  “She’s going back to school,” Beck said, forcing the words up his tight throat.

 
“Uh...not according to Sage, who follows both of you on social media. It was girl speak...something about her loving you enough to continue traveling with you.”

  A large bead of sweat rolled down his temple and into his heavy stubble. A loud bell clanged in his ears, and his stomach felt like it had taken a ride on a death-defying roller coaster.

  That wasn’t the plan. He needed them to stick to the plan.

  “That’s not happening.” He managed, through his panic, to push the words out.

  “Look,” Jaeger said, impatient, “I’ve got more important things to do than talk about your love life. Just let me know about ruby-hunting in Yen Bai.”

  Using his phone, Beck pulled up her social media account and yep, Cady had posted something about not returning to college and extending her trip with him.

  Beck pocketed his phone and gripped the railing separating him from the floor-to-ceiling windows. He dropped his head and stared at his grubby boots. Fear, hot and acidic, burned a ring of fire around his heart, up his throat and coated his mouth in a bitter film.

  She was supposed to be a three-month fling. This wasn’t supposed to get this intense, this quickly. He’d been banking on her going home, heading back to college. Her leaving had been his safety net, the way he stopped himself from falling all the way in love with her. If she stayed with him, he doubted he could resist her and then he’d be up crap creek in a sinking canoe.

  He wasn’t prepared to go there. If he loved her and lost her...

  Hell, no. Not happening.

  Why hadn’t she spoken to him first before blabbing online? He knew that her choosing him over her parents was her way of making a statement but hell, hers wasn’t the only seat on this train. He had a right to decide whether he wanted to keep traveling with her. He couldn’t bear to see her go but he couldn’t risk his heart by her staying.

  Devil, meet the deep blue sea.

  The only rational option, his instinctive reaction, was to stick to the plan they’d decided on back in New York. She needed to go home, go back to college and he’d see her at Christmas. The only deviation he was prepared to make to that plan was to send her home as quickly as possible. They were in an airport and that could be accomplished right now.

 
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