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SECRET AGENT...SECRET DADDY?
Michael Hawkes knew about negotiating for hostages, not nap time. He was intimate with explosives, not inflatable swimming pools. But his new assignment-protecting his old flame, now the mother of to-took him deep into the dangerous jungles of suburbia.
Years ago Valerie Warner came with white picket fences and golden wedding bands-neither of which Michael could give. Nothing has changed now-or so he thought until he looked at her towheaded twins with the haunting hazel eyes...
Michael had worked hard at being called Uncle Mike-but now he wondered if they should really call him Daddy.
SECRET AGENT...SECRET DADDY?
Michael Hawkes knew about negotiating for hostages, not nap time. He was intimate with explosives, not inflatable swimming pools. But his new assignment-protecting his old flame, now the mother of to-took him deep into the dangerous jungles of suburbia.
Years ago Valerie Warner came with white picket fences and golden wedding bands-neither of which Michael could give. Nothing has changed now-or so he thought until he looked at her towheaded twins with the haunting hazel eyes...
Michael had worked hard at being called Uncle Mike-but now he wondered if they should really call him Daddy.
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