The Billionaire's Baby SOS. Susan Meier

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      CHAPTER ONE

      ALL the ornate boardroom doors that Matt Patterson had faced hadn’t been as intimidating as the ordinary brown door before him.

      Dysart Adoption Agency.

      His chest tightened. His palms began to sweat. His mouth went dry.

      Still, he never shirked a responsibility. He opened the door and walked inside.

      Wood-paneled walls, an empty reception desk and a soft powder scent greeted him. So did the sound of a baby’s laughter. High-pitched and filled with joy, the little-girl giggles and squeals of delight rolled up the hall.

      Nine chances out of ten that was his baby.

      His baby.

      Man, this was going to put a cramp in his love life.

      And his traveling.

      And his staff.

      Good God! The housekeeper, Mrs. McHenry, would have a fit when she discovered they were going to have to add a nursery and a nanny to his already-busy household.

      He followed the sound of the giggles to an office at the end of a short hall. Her back to him, a slim woman held a baby in the crook of her arm. Her glossy chestnut-brown hair was swept up in a neat, professional chignon and her red dress rode her curves like an Italian sports car took the turns at Le Mans.

      His eyebrows rose. “Somehow I’d always pictured the women who worked at adoption agencies as gray-haired old maids in tacky white blouses.”

      The baby stopped laughing. The woman at the window spun around.

      For the first time Matt could remember, he was speechless.

      Huge round brown eyes dominated her face. High cheekbones showcased a pert and proper nose and full, lush lips.

      “Can I help you?”

      He walked in slowly, his interest piqued. She was exactly the kind of woman he wined and dined, seduced and then left with the gift of a diamond bracelet. But before he could open his mouth to flirt, the baby in her arms squawked. Bella. Oswald and Ginny’s daughter. His, because he’d agreed to be godfather to his ex-wife’s baby.

      Sadness stole over him. This time last week Ginny had called to make dinner plans for when he returned to Boston. Now she and Oswald were gone. He’d never again see Ginny’s pretty smile or hear Oswald’s goofy laugh. He’d lost the ex-wife he loved and her new husband, who had become a good friend.

      Bella screeched again. The woman looked at the baby, then gasped slightly as her gaze jerked back to him. “I’m Claire Kincaid, Bella’s caseworker. Are you Matt Patterson?”

      Shoving his hands into the pants pockets of his handmade suit, he ambled into the room. “Yes.”

      “My God. In four days, Bella’s hardly responded to anybody. She doesn’t even cry. She eats and sleeps and laughs when I tickle her. But you’re the first person she’s spoken to.”

      “Spoken to? Sounded like a squawk to me.”

      She laughed. “Squawking is how babies talk.”

      Her pretty brown eyes glittered with humor and his gut tightened. She was incredibly beautiful.

      “She knows me.” He paused. “A bit.”

      “Because you’re a friend of her parents?”

      He nodded and took another cautious step toward the woman and Bella. Dark-haired, blue-eyed Bella strained toward him, reaching for him to take her.

      Surprised, he jerked back.

      Claire Kincaid’s smile faded. “She wants you.”

      “Yes. And I fully intend to care for her but I—” He paused, sucked in a breath. His instincts insisted he should СКАЧАТЬ