Free The Texan's Surprise Baby by Gina Wilkins

others he had tried had left him cold.
    Aaron rapped on the door of the camper, firmly enough to be heard over the ruckus inside. A momentary lull was followed by the door being jerked open. Even standing to one side, Andrew could smell the reek of alcohol that wafted from the open doorway. An unsteady bear of a man with a sagging belly barely contained by a camo-print T-shirt over ragged denim cutoffs filled the doorway. “What?”
    “Sir, I’m Aaron Walker. I work for the resort. We’ve had some complaints about the noise and I need to ask you to keep it down.”
    “Tell you what,” the man snarled in response, “you tell those complainers that I’ll mind my business and they can just mind their own.”
    Andrew swallowed a sigh. Didn’t look like this would be an easy one.
    He heard a woman’s voice inside the camper. He couldn’t make out all the words, but it sounded as though she were asking her companion, whom she called Neal, to calm down and come inside. The man looked over his shoulder and unleashed another string of curses, followed by a less-than-original threat for her to keep her mouth shut or else.
    “I hope you won’t make it necessary for me to call the authorities,” Aaron told the jerk somewhat wearily. “It would be best if you go inside and sleep it off tonight so you can enjoy the rest of your stay with us.”
    Neal surged forward, his already-ruddy face going even darker in the dim security lighting. “You know what I think would be best? I think it would be best if you just shut your trap.”
    Andrew moved forward to stand beside his brother, who shot him a warning look. Aaron was reminding him silently which one of them was the resort representative, and that he could handle this. Andrew merely shrugged, making it just as clear that he always had his brother’s back.
    Seeing a second man, Neal hesitated, frowning as he looked from Aaron to Andrew and back again. He blinked a few times, maybe wondering if the booze was affecting his vision, then snarled. “Seriously? They sent the Jonas brothers to give me orders?”
    “Sir—” Aaron began, but didn’t get a chance to finish the warning. The intoxicated Neal drew back a meaty fist and swung it toward Aaron’s jaw. He never connected. Proving he still remembered the self-defense training he’d taken since he was a kid, Aaron blocked the wild punch, caught the man’s arm, spun him around and had his face pressed against the side of the camper before the guy even knew what was happening.
    There was no need for Andrew to help, but he shifted his weight meaningfully, prepared to do so if necessary. “Want me to call the cops?” he asked his brother, reaching for his phone.
    Staring at Andrew with the eye not smashed against his camper, Neal sagged in surrender. “All right, let me go. No need to call the cops. There won’t be any more trouble tonight.”
    “He’s just tired,” the chubby bleached blonde in the camper doorway said anxiously. “We got into an argument and it got out of hand. We’ll be quieter now. Please don’t call the police.”
    Aaron looked at Andrew as if to seek his opinion. Andrew paused a moment for effect, then nodded gravely. “I think you should give them another chance, Aaron. I doubt they’ll disturb the other campers again tonight.”
    “We won’t,” the blonde promised breathlessly. “Will we, Neal?”
    Straightening slowly when Aaron released him, Neal shook his head, looking resentful but cowed.
    Bidding them both good-night, Aaron moved toward the golf cart, nodding toward the remaining onlookers, who returned to their own sites now that the confrontation had ended so anticlimactically. Andrew hopped into the passenger seat of the cart just as Aaron pushed the pedal to put it into motion.
    “Might as well take a lap around the resort while we’re out, just to make sure everything else is as it should be,” Aaron commented.
    Andrew nodded. “Sure. Why not?”
    Aaron drove away from