Something's Gotta Give (Tempered Steel Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

weddings and bouncing babies. He wanted to see her radiant with the joy of impending motherhood. And the man responsible for getting her in the family way would have to be him. It had to be. Anything else was unacceptable. Now, the “Casanova of the County” had gone and fallen hard for this beautiful woman. The gossips were going to have a field day.
    Chance sat up. The gossips! The whole town had been in on getting Mac and Dixie together. Georgia was on so many committees in this town, it was a wonder she ever got any sleep…and Angel needed a way to get in Sam’s face…. Yes! Chance had an idea – a gloriously, genius idea on how to help both him and Angel. It’s was a damn shame Georgia couldn’t run around town with a swollen ankle. Angel was going to act on her behalf with the numerous committees Georgia was on. And since the Coalsons were on many of the same committees, the family would just make sure Sam had to attend. Angel would be everywhere Sam showed up! Sam would have to talk to her, hopefully settle their differences. Grinning evilly, he reached for his phone. Why Angel loved his stubborn ass brother was beyond him, but she did. Sam loved her, too. He was just being, well, stubborn. Chance wondered how stubborn Georgia was going to be.
    He’d only been working with Georgia for a day, but he had known her for years. She was the type of woman a man wanted to settle down with. Spirited, sexy, with a quiet dignity that was bone deep. These past few weeks since the fire, had only reaffirmed his feelings for her as a permanent ache that would not be assuaged until she was his, body and soul. He massaged his injured knee and wondered if he was going to live through the experience. He glanced at his love and knew it would be worth it.
    Georgia was now holding two toddlers in her arms while two other youngsters were leaning against her legs, looking sleepy. She closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sun. She looked like a fertility goddess offering thanks. Chance’s heart skipped a beat, then swelled with emotion. Never had she looked more beautiful to him.
    Now he knew exactly what Mac had gone through when he fell in love with Dixie. It was what Sam was fighting his own personal war against Angel. He could almost feel sorry for him, but Chance knew it was only Sam’s pride, not his heart, telling him that Angel couldn’t be trusted. But Angel was gonna win. And so was he.
    “Patience and perseverance are the keys to success.” His mother’s insightful words rang inside his head. He thought she was only talking about the children, but he wondered now if she knew more than she was letting on.
    “Hey Mister, Mister!” one of the young boys called from inside the house. Chance groaned. “Hey, Mister, you out there? I need help,” Jimmy… or was it Timmy that yelled to him as he put away his phone.
    “I’m coming. I’m coming,” he muttered.
    Chance made his way through the kitchen to the first floor bathroom. Knocking on the door, he asked warily, “What’s the matter, buddy?”
    “I need some help, Mister.”
    Chance sighed in resignation. “All right, I’m coming in.”
    He opened the door then stepped back into the hall because he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Three-year-old Timmy, Jimmy, or whatever his name was, stood with his backside to him, underwear completely off, and his pink bottom thrust out.
    He smiled at Chance with his head between his legs. “Hey, Mister, could you wipe me please?”
    Oh God, what had he gotten himself into?
     
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    Georgia heard Timmy shout for assistance through the open window and bit back a smile. She knew exactly what he wanted and she had the feeling Chance was about to find out all he needed to know about three-year-olds and a bit more besides. He was finally realizing howmuch work was involved in watching several children at onc e .
    She had almost felt sorry for him, almost, when had he sat down with a heavy sigh and took the glass