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  Life-changing news this Christmas!

  Since their spontaneous and magical night together, Holly Abrams has avoided her boss, CEO Finn Lockwood. Neither of these two damaged hearts was looking for a relationship—least of all with a colleague!

  When they’re thrown together on a charity project aboard Finn’s luxury yacht, the tension between them skyrockets. When Holly starts to feel unwell, she puts it down to seasickness, until the doctor confirms that Holly and Finn can expect two unplanned gifts this Christmas—Holly is pregnant with twins...!

  Finn couldn’t be left in the dark. He had to know what they were facing. “What’s the matter?”

  The doctor smiled up at him. “Nothing at all. You’re having twins.”

  “Twins!” Holly said it at the same time as Finn.

  “Yes, see here.” The doctor showed them both babies.

  It was the most amazing thing Finn had ever witnessed in his life. Twins. Who’d have thought? His vision started to blur, causing him to blink repeatedly. He was going to be a father.

  He glanced down at Holly. A tear streamed down her cheek. His gut twisted. Was that a sign of joy or unhappiness? It was hard for him to tell. And then she turned and smiled at him. He released the pent-up breath in his lungs.

  “Finn, are you okay?”

  He glanced up, finding that he was alone with Holly. “Okay? No.”

  Her lips formed an O. “Can I say or do anything?”

  He shook his head. He should be the one reassuring her, letting her know this was all going to be all right, but he couldn’t lie to her. He had no idea how any of this was going to be all right. He was the last person in the world who should be a father. In fact, up until this point, he’d intended to leave all of his estate to designated charities.

  But now, wow, everything had just changed.

  Dear Reader,

  Sometimes in order to go forward, you must first go backward—to face down the memories that defined so much of your life.

  It isn’t easy, not by a long shot. Whether you try moving forward or back, you may find yourself stuck. And so it is for my hero and heroine. What they don’t understand yet is that the act of helping each other will open their hearts and allow them to make peace with the past.

  One very special night, sexy billionaire Finn Lockwood finds himself alone in his office when in walks paralegal Holly Abrams. She’s fun and engaging, making him forget all the reasons he’s still a bachelor. However, when things go further than either of them intended, they mutually agree not to complicate matters more and go their separate ways.

  But sometimes actions can’t be undone—no matter how hard each person tries. Actions have consequences. And when it’s love from the get-go—there’s no going back. The heart has a will of its own.

  So when the holiday season rolls around, Finn’s and Holly’s paths are destined to cross again. Will they be able to help each other undo the damage from Christmas past? And will they be able to face the ghosts of Christmas present in order to have a Christmas future?

  Happy reading,

  Jennifer

  HER FESTIVE BABY BOMBSHELL

  Jennifer Faye

  Award-winning author Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming romances. Jennifer has won the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award, is a Top Pick author and has been nominated for numerous awards. Now living her dream, she resides with her patient husband, one amazing daughter (the other remarkable daughter is off chasing her own dreams) and two spoiled cats. She’d love to hear from you via her website, jenniferfaye.com.

  Books by Jennifer Faye

  Harlequin Romance

  Brides for the Greek Tycoons

  The Greek’s Nine-Month Surprise

  The Greek’s Ready-Made Wife

  The Vineyards of Calanetti

  Return of the Italian Tycoon

  The DeFiore Brothers

  The Playboy of Rome

  Best Man for the Bridesmaid

  Rancher to the Rescue

  Snowbound with the Soldier

  Safe in the Tycoon’s Arms

  The Return of the Rebel

  A Princess by Christmas

  The Prince’s Christmas Vow

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  For Nancy F.

  To a wonderful lady I’m honored to know.

  Thanks so much for the encouragement.

  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

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM THE UNEXPECTED HOLIDAY GIFT BY SOPHIE PEMBROKE

  PROLOGUE

  Lockwood International Offices,

  New York City

  “WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” a rich, deep voice called out from the shadows of the executive suite.

  Holly Abrams froze. The breath caught in her throat. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears. She searched the darkness for the mysterious man.

  And then he stepped into the light. She immediately recognized him. It was the CEO of Lockwood International, Finn Lockwood. The air whooshed from her lungs.

  This wasn’t the first time their paths had crossed, but they weren’t by any stretch of the imagination what you would consider friends. And he didn’t sound the least bit happy to see her, but then again, why should he?

  When her gaze met his, her palms grew damp. “Hi.” Why did her voice have to be so soft—so seductive? She swallowed hard.

  “Isn’t it a bit late for you to be working?”

  Overtime was nothing new to Holly. After a failed engagement, she’d sworn off men and instead focused all of her energy on her career. When she was working, she felt confident and driven.

  “I...uh, have these papers for you.” She held out the large manila envelope to him. “I was told you wanted this contract right away.” When he went to retrieve the envelope, their fingers brushed. A jolt of awareness arched between them. The sensation zinged up her arm and settled in her chest.

  “Thank you.” As the seconds ticked by, he asked, “Is there something else you need?”

  Need? Her gaze dipped to his lips—his very kissable lips. She remembered their last meeting in the elevator. They’d been alone when she’d dropped a slip of paper. They’d simultaneously bent over to retrieve it, bringing their faces so close. When they’d straightened, he’d stared at her as though seeing her as a woman instead of as a paralegal in Lockwood’s legal department. She knew when a man was interested in her, but when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, the
moment had passed. It had left her wondering if it’d been a product of wishful thinking on her part.

  And now, before she made a further fool of herself, she needed to make a speedy exit. “I’ll just let you deal with that.” She turned to retrace her footsteps back to the elevator when she remembered her manners. She glanced over her shoulder. “Good night.”

  “Wait.”

  With her back to him, she inwardly groaned. Her gaze moved to the elevator at the end of the hallway. Her escape was so close and yet so far away. Suppressing a resigned sigh, she turned.

  “Come with me.” Without waiting for her response, he strode into his office.

  What in the world did he want with her? Her black peep-toe platform pumps echoed as she crossed the marble floor. She couldn’t tell which was louder, the click-click of her heels or the thump-thump of her heart. Most people didn’t make her nervous, but Mr. Lockwood was the exception.

  When Holly entered the spacious office, she had to admit she was awed. While he read over the document, she took in her surroundings. Behind Mr. Lockwood’s desk stood a wall of windows. Being so high up, it provided the most amazing view of Manhattan. She longed to rush over and stare out at the bustling city, but she didn’t dare.

  The sound of a desk drawer opening distracted her. Mr. Lockwood appeared to be searching for something. While he was preoccupied, she continued her visual tour of his office. It reminded her of a museum with its impressive sculptures as well as a baseball collection ensconced in glass cases. But the bookcases spanning an entire wall were what drew her in.

  She struggled not to gape at the large collection of books. He liked to read. They had that in common. She wanted to slip across the room and examine the titles, but when she glanced over at Mr. Lockwood, he pointed to one of the two chairs in front of his desk. Without a word, she complied.

  “What do you think of the office?”

  “It’s very nice.” She indicated the floor-to-ceiling bookcases. “Have you read them all?”

  “I have. And what about you? Do you like to read?”

  “Oh, yes.” She laced her fingers together to keep from fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I read every chance I get.”

  “Is that why you’re not downstairs at the company’s fiftieth anniversary celebration? Would you prefer to be at home reading?”

  Was this some sort of test? She hesitated. Was there a right and a wrong answer? Her clasped hands tightened as his gaze probed her. Could he tell how nervous his presence made her?

  “I missed the party because I needed to finish the contract.” She indicated the document on his desk. “I was just going to leave it for you before I headed home.” She wasn’t the only one not attending the party. What was his excuse for skipping his own celebration? “I figured you’d be at the party.”

  “I already made a brief appearance. No one will let their guard down around the boss so I made a quick exit, letting everyone get back to having a good time.”

  She could totally understand people being nervous around him. He was an intense man, who insisted on only the best from his employees. “That can’t be much fun for you.”

  He shrugged. “I’m fine with it.”

  She looked at him in a new light, realizing for the first time that the privilege of working up here in this ivory tower was also a sentence of isolation. “It doesn’t seem right that you’re working instead of celebrating your family’s accomplishments.”

  He shook his head. “This is the way it must be.”

  Well, now, that was an odd comment. It was on the tip of her tongue to question him about it, but she thought better of it. She had a feeling his pleasantness had its limitations.

  Quietness settled over the room as Mr. Lockwood scanned the twenty-one-page document. Holly struggled to sit still—waiting and wondering why he wanted her to remain there. Her index finger repeatedly smoothed over the chipped nail polish on her thumb.

  There was something about this man that turned her into a mass of jittery nerves. But what? It wasn’t his billions or his power. It was something more intrinsic, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

  “This exhibit isn’t right.” He gestured to a page in the contract. “Do you have your source material?”

  “Not on me. But I double-checked everything.” In actuality, she’d quadruple-checked the figures, but she didn’t want to sound like she’d been trying too hard to impress him.

  His brows drew together into a formidable line. “You had to have made a mistake. This doesn’t make sense.”

  “Prove it.” The words slipped past her lips before she could stop them.

  Mr. Lockwood’s eyes widened as though unaccustomed to being challenged. She continued to hold his gaze. She wasn’t going to back down—not when the one thing she greatly valued was in question—her reputation.

  “These exhibits are skewed. I’m positive of it.” His eyes darkened. “I’ll log in to the system and then you can show me where you pulled your numbers.”

  For the next hour they worked side by side, going over the figures in the exhibits. In the end the contract was wrong, but to Holly’s relief, it hadn’t been her fault. The numbers on one of the source files had been transposed. After printing a revised copy, Finn signed it. Holly used his personal assistant’s scanner to email the contract to the designated party.

  “Thanks for the assistance.” Finn slipped the hard copy back into the envelope. “Sorry to take up so much of your evening and for causing you to miss dinner.” He glanced at his Rolex. “We’ll have to remedy that.”

  “That’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”

  “I insist on dinner.” He stood and then moved around the desk. “You did me a big favor tonight by helping with the contract.” His gaze dipped to her lips before quickly returning to her face. The corners of his mouth lifted into a sexy smile. “And I’d like to show you how thankful I am for the help with meeting that deadline.”

  Oh, he definitely had more than dinner on his mind. The thought sent a new wave of nervous tremors through her stomach. She glanced away. Her initial inclination was to turn him down. Her experience with men was less than impressive. But did that mean she had to live in solitude?

  What was wrong with a little company? A little laughter and perhaps flirting? And maybe a little more. Her gaze met his once more. It’d all be fine as long as neither of them had any expectations. After all, it wasn’t like it would ever happen again.

  “Dinner sounds good.”

  “Great.” He made a brief phone call and then turned to her. “It’s all arranged. I’ll just drop this envelope on Clara’s desk and then we’ll be off.”

  A little voice inside Holly said to be cautious. Finn Lockwood wasn’t just any man and she knew nothing of his world. But another part of her was drawn to him like a moth to a flame—and boy, was he hot.

  The sizzling tension smoldered between them as they quietly rode down in the elevator. When they stepped into the parking garage beneath the building there was a sleek black town car waiting for them. A driver immediately alighted and opened the door for them.

  Holly climbed in first, followed by Finn. When he joined her, his muscular leg brushed against hers. Her stomach shivered with excitement. When their hands came to rest side by side on the leather seat, neither pulled away. It felt as though the interior of the car was statically charged. Every nerve ending tingled with anticipation.

  As the car eased into the Friday evening traffic, she glanced over at Finn. She was surprised to find him staring back at her. Her heart thump-thumped, loud and fast.

  “Where to, sir?” the driver asked.

  “The penthouse.” Finn’s darkened gaze returned to Holly. “I thought we would dine in. Unless, of course, you have something else in mind.”

  She had something on her m
ind, but it wasn’t food. Perhaps she had been spending too much time working these days because there had to be a reasonable explanation for her lack of common sense. Because all she could think about was how much she longed to press her lips to his.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Seven weeks later...

  BAH, HUMBUG...

  Finn Lockwood didn’t care if the saying was cliché. It was how he felt. Even though this was the first week after Thanksgiving, the holiday festivities were in full swing. He wanted no part of having a holly jolly Christmas. Even though he’d turned off the speakers in his office, the music still crept down the hallway, taunting him with its joyous melody.

  He did his utmost to block out the mocking words. Instead, he focused on the stack of papers awaiting his signature. He was so close to being out of here—out of the office—out of New York City.

  “I just love this.” His longtime assistant, Clara, strode into his office with a hefty stack of papers.

  “Love what? The endless phone calls and this mess of paperwork?”

  “Um, no.” Color filled her cheeks as she placed the papers on his desk. “I meant this song, ‘Home for the Holidays.’ It puts me in a warm fuzzy mood.”

  His pen hovered over the document as he paused to listen. The sentimental words about home and family stabbed at his scarred heart. “To each his own.”

  She swept her dark bobbed hair behind her ear. “Although it never feels like the holiday season until that first snowflake falls. Don’t you think so?”

  He frowned at her. “How long have you known me?”

  “Almost eight years.”

  “And by now I’d have thought you’d realize I don’t do holidays.”

  “I...I just keep hoping—”

  “Don’t. It’s not going to happen.” An awkward silence ensued as he glanced over a disbursement and then signed it.

  “Oh. I almost forgot. These came for you.” She handed over two tickets for the Mistletoe Ball.

  He accepted the tickets. Without bothering to look at them, he slipped them in a side desk drawer with other tickets from years gone by. When he glanced back at his assistant, unspoken questions reflected in her eyes. “What?”