Stand-In Mom (Creature Comforts, 3, Band 1371) - Softcover

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Megan Kelly grew up reading romances, never suspecting she'd one day be lucky enough to tell stories of her own.  She enjoys the lighter side of life and incorporates laughter and a few tears with the family matters and romance in her books.  She lives with her husband and two children in the Midwest.

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As Christmas parties went, it didn't suck, but Ginger Winchester would have given her left eye to be anywhere else. The ballroom in the James Brothers Hotel glittered with decorative touches to put everyone in a holiday mood. A band provided music, and she hadn't lacked for partners in the two hours since she'd arrived. But she'd rather have been home with a mug of hot chocolate and a book than dragged along by her best friend and forced to celebrate. Until she saw him.

The man didn't look familiar, although Ginger didn't know all the employees at Riley & Ross Electronics, her hosts this evening. She sipped her white wine, watching him over the rim of her glass, as the band charged into an energetic version of "I'm a Believer." Even in a town the size of Howard, Missouri, she could run into a stranger. She smiled to herself. She'd like to do more than run into this guy.

He looked up then, directly at her, as though he'd heard her thoughts from fifteen feet away. Ginger didn't blush often and now was no exception. She nodded slightly. He smiled back, raising his beer bottle in a salute. His lack of a wedding ring didn't guarantee he was single.

Short brown hair shimmered with bronze highlights under the chandeliers. His dark suit emphasized his tall, lean frame. Light danced on prominent cheekbones and caressed his full lips, much as she'd like to. He looked to be in his early thirties, with lines at the corners of his eyes. Laugh lines? She liked the idea of him being a happy person. She'd been that way not so long ago. Maybe this stranger could bring some joy to her world tonight.

After the call from the adoption agency earlier that day, she needed some holiday cheer. She hadn't been approved as a foster parent yet, the first step of many in adopting a baby. She thought she'd have a little visitor for the holidays. Now she'd be alone. Again.

"Having fun yet?" Lisa Riley asked, appearing at her side. "Loads." Ginger rolled her eyes for her friend's benefit, not wanting Lisa to pick up on her distress. She wouldn't ruin Lisa's holidays, nor did she want her to guess just how entertaining her fantasies of the man had been. He'd be a great distraction for her woes. Maybe she could finagle an introduction without being too obvious. "I don't know many people here, though."

"That hasn't stopped you from dancing." Ginger forced a grin. "The band's talented. Good variety of music. There are a couple of nice single guys here."

"And a couple with not–so–nice intentions."

"Ooh, point them out." Ginger noticed the frown before Lisa turned away. Lisa and her husband, Joe, had coerced her into coming, and Ginger aimed to have a good time. If that included collecting some phone numbers or spending time with a guy in private afterward, that wasn't any business of the Rileys'.

After all, Lisa and Joe had each other, as well as her two children, Abby and Bobby. Ginger was alone now and probably would remain so.

"Do you want to introduce me to some of the nicer guys?" she asked to placate Lisa. "You'd know who's unattached with pure intentions." Not that she wanted anybody too pure of heart. Gesturing toward the mystery man with her now empty glass, she said, "What about him?"

Lisa followed her gaze. "I don't recognize him. He might be the new guy in Dylan's division."

Dylan Ross, Joe's partner, headed up the R&D department, inventing computer programs and troubleshooting existing ones. Mystery Man looked too strong and too vital to be a computer nerd.

"New guy?" Ginger tried to appear only mildly interested.

"Some genius from the South that Dylan snatched up when his company downsized. In Alabama, I think. Dylan considers hiring this guy to be a real coup."

"I can imagine." She'd consider snatching him up to be a coup, too. Strong, clean hands gripped his bottle. His lips curved in a smile in response to the blonde woman now chatting with him. Ginger wanted those hands on her, that mouth smiling at her. The rush of heat she felt just looking at him surprised her. In the past year since her ex–husband walked out, she'd never experienced such an immediate attraction.

The song ended. "We're going to slow it down now," the band leader announced. Lights lowered in the center of the room as they began playing Eric Clapton's, "Wonderful Tonight." The singer's husky baritone intensified the sexy mood in the room.

A man claimed the blonde woman and led her away. Spotting her chance, Ginger said, "I'm going to get another drink. Meanwhile, could you find out his name?"

"Whose?" Lisa's gaze followed hers. "Oh."

"See if Joe or Dylan knows if he's single."

"Ginger."

"Don't worry, Mother Hen." She patted Lisa's arm as she moved by her. "I know what I'm doing."

"I doubt that," Lisa muttered, making her smile. Ginger wound her way past him, not too close, but catching his eye on her way to the bar set up on the far wall. If he didn't follow, she'd go back and introduce herself. She dug through her tiny handbag for a tip. "Chardonnay, please."

"Could y'all wait on that?" a man said at her side, his Southern inflection sliding over the words like honey. The singer on the stage had nothing on this guy in the sexy voice department.

The bartender looked to her for a decision. She glanced at her mystery man and let a smile flirt across her mouth, thrilled when it drew the attention of his hazel eyes. "Why would I wait?"

"It'll be easier to dance with me if your hands are free."

"Am I dancing with you?"

His eyes locked with hers. "I surely hope so."

Her heart thrummed in her ears for a beat, then another. She spoke to the bartender without shifting her gaze. "Looks like I'll have to come back for that drink."

"Yes, ma'am."

She heard the laughter in the bartender's voice but didn't mind. She felt like giggling herself. Her new partner escorted her to the dance floor, his hand at the small of her back burning through the satin of her cocktail dress. Before she turned to him, she swallowed the lump in her throat. Pleasure, anticipation and sheer giddy attraction welled inside her.

He held her right hand and placed his other warm hand on her waist. Shivers ran across her skin as she touched his black–clad shoulder. She could feel his strength as they moved smoothly into the dance. About six foot one or two, she guessed, the perfect height for her in heels.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ginger."

"Unusual." He laid her hand against his chest and touched a ringlet she'd left dangling from her temple. He twirled the curl around his finger. "Because of this?"

She nodded. She couldn't actually feel him stroke her hair, but the impression of his touch tingled down her neck.

"I was born with shocking–pink hair. Picture cotton candy." She smiled when he chuckled. "My parents hoped it would calm down to a ginger shade more like my mom's, but it never did."

"It's not really red, and it's certainly more dazzling than orange. What do you call it?"

"Apricot." In the heat of his interest, she felt dazzling.

"That sounds about right." He picked up her hand again but held it clasped against his chest. Her fingers stroked against the edge of his emerald silk tie.

"And you?" she all but croaked.

His mouth widened into a smile, showing beautiful white teeth. "My hair's just brown."

She laughed softly and...