Triplets Under The Tree

Triplets Under The Tree
Kat Cantrell

This Christmas, he’ll meet his three babies for the first time…and desire their mother in a whole new way!After a plane crash robs him of his memory, billionaire fighter Antonio Cavallari comes home for the holidays to find triplets—and their “mother”—waiting. Antonio doesn’t remember surrogate Caitlyn Hopewell, but he has triplets depending upon him. Who else can he turn to except the woman raising his children…and making him burn with desire?Caitlyn has longed for Antonio secretly for years. Now she’s living in his home, loving his babies…living the life with him she’s always wanted. But then Antonio’s memory returns. And the secrets he’s forgotten will change everything…

“We have challenges in front of us. I’d like to focus on them without … complications.”

That part wasn’t the whole truth, but it was certainly true enough.

It didn’t matter. No more kissing. That was the rule and she was sticking to it.

“Caitlyn. You focus on your challenges your way, and I’ll focus on my challenges my way.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she whispered, afraid she wasn’t going to like the answer.

Antonio looked at her. “It means I’m going to kiss you again. You’d best think of another argument if you don’t want me to.”

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Triplets Under the Tree is part of Mills & Boon Desire’s number 1 bestselling series, Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men … wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.

Triplets Under

the Tree

Kat Cantrell

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

KAT CANTRELL read her first Mills & Boon novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. What else would she write but romance? She majored in literature, officially with the intent to teach, but somehow ended up buried in middle management in corporate America, until she became a stay-at-home mum and full-time writer.

Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas. When she’s not writing about characters on the journey to happily-ever-after, she can be found at a soccer game, watching the TV show Friends or listening to ‘80s music.

Kat was the 2011 Mills & Boon So You Think You Can Write contest winner and a 2012 RWA Golden Heart Award finalist for best unpublished series contemporary manuscript.

To Diane Spigonardo.

Thanks for the inspiration.

Contents

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Introduction (#u95a5c905-5c9e-5353-8bb8-b4487251a434)

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About the Author (#ua78a1d64-e800-5fcf-a7a7-614ae9d147fd)

Dedication (#uc1ecffab-a722-5863-9c92-a18207690c10)

Prologue (#uec58ee99-bc6a-5fe2-8ac7-7f311c275843)

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Prologue (#ulink_0ab43e0a-fc86-5d14-8a44-c67865597615)

Near Punggur Besar, Batam Island, Indonesia

Automatically, Falco swung his arm in an arc to block the punch. He hadn’t seen it coming. But a sense he couldn’t explain told him to expect his opponent’s attack.

Counterpunch. His opponent’s head snapped backward. No mercy. Flesh smacked flesh again and again, rhythmically.

The moves came to him fluidly, without thought. He’d been learning from Wilipo for only a few months, but Falco’s muscles already sang with expertise, adopting the techniques easily.

His opponent, Ravi, attacked yet again. Falco ducked and spun to avoid the hit. His right leg ached with the effort, but he ignored it. It always ached where the bone had broken.

From his spot on the sidelines of the dirt-floored ring, Wilipo grunted. The sound meant more footwork, less jabbing.

Wilipo spoke no English and Falco had learned but a handful of words in Bahasa since becoming a student of the sole martial arts master in southern Batam Island. Their communication during training sessions consisted of nods and gestures. A blessing, considering Falco had little to say.

The stench of old fish rent the air, more pungent today with the heat. Gazes locked, Falco and Ravi circled each other. The younger man from a neighboring village had become Falco’s sparring partner a week ago after he’d run out of opponents in his own village. The locals whispered about him and he didn’t need to speak Bahasa to understand they feared him.