His Baby Bargain. Cathy Gillen Thacker

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      Aware Matt was watching her closely, appearing to feel the same tenderness for her son that she did, she returned. “New ideas, and the money to fund them, are always appreciated.”

      He followed and settled on the ottoman opposite her. Knees spread, hands clasped in front of him. “But?” he asked quietly.

      She smiled ruefully, as Charley sighed and closed his eyes. “I’ll be blunt. I don’t think this is going to solve your problem with your family.”

      Matt frowned. “Why not?”

      Since Charley was drowsy enough to put down, she rose and carried him over to the Pack ’n Play in the corner of the breakfast nook. When she’d settled him, she turned back to Matt and said, “Because I know your sister, Lulu, and your mother, and they’re going to see any extroverted action by you, no matter how small, as a much-needed breakdown of the walls you’ve put up around you since you came back from the Middle East. And they are going to want to expand on that.”

      Matt frowned. “So their nagging will increase, not decrease. Is that it?”

      “Pretty much.” She went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

      Arms folded in front of him, Matt lounged against the counter again. “So what do you suggest?”

      She shrugged, wishing he didn’t fit into her household quite so easily. “It’s your family.”

      He watched her measure coffee into the paper filter. With a wry half smile, he pointed out, “You come from a large family, too, darlin’.”

      As always, the endearment melted her heart and made her way too aware of him. Physically, and in other ways, too. She poured water into the reservoir.

      “Yes, but mine are spread out all over the country now. So their ability to badger me in person is limited mostly to phone calls and texts. They generally don’t just show up on my doorstep. Well,” she amended hastily at his skeptical expression, “my parents have come to see us a few times, and hinted that I should start looking for a job close to the university where they live and teach in Colorado Springs. But for now at least they’ve accepted that I want to raise Charley in the community where Anthony and I grew up.”

      His glance drifted over her. “Think you will ever change your mind?”

      Good question, one she was still wrestling with. “I don’t know. Maybe. But I like my job at Healing Meadow Veterinary Hospital. They’ve been really good about extending my maternity leave past the terms I initially thought I wanted.”

      Although it had been rough, going through the last six months of her pregnancy alone, after her husband’s death. She’d had the support of her work colleagues and other single moms that she knew. Plus, her parents had come to Texas for Charley’s birth, and helped her for a few weeks after that, but since then, she had been mostly on her own, with help from friends whenever she needed and or wanted it. Of course, it wasn’t the same as going through a pregnancy with a loving husband at her side, sharing every moment of Charley’s growth and development with his daddy. Having Matt around today had shown her that. Made her long for an intact nuclear family, and the kind of hope-filled future a situation like that would bring.

      Luckily, Matt had no way of knowing how emotional she was feeling, deep down inside.

      Still, his attention deepened in a way that warmed her from the inside out. In deference to her sleeping son, he moved slightly closer and kept his voice low. “What terms did you want from your employer?”

      She swallowed and tried not to flush. She may have had an unrequited crush on Matt once—when they were teens—but they were destined to be nothing more than friends now.

      “Six months.”

      Turning away, she forced herself to ignore the intense yearning for closeness, and the flutter of desire that swept through her. “But now that Charley is six months old, I can see I’m not quite ready to go back full-time.”

      Ignoring the masculine warmth and strength emanating from his tall body, she busied herself wiping down the high chair. “So I’m going to stay on leave another three months, and then ease into work by taking emergency calls every other weekend, and seeing patients one day a week.”

      Matt observed, “And you’re taking on Champ, too.”

      Who, Sara noted, was curled up in a ball in his indoor puppy pen, fast asleep.

      “For just a month or so.” She hoped, anyway. “But yeah, I really am going to have to find someone to help me with that.”

      She got out the cream and sugar and set them on the island, along with a plate of oatmeal-cranberry-pecan cookies.

      Matt watched her fill two mugs. “What about Charley?”

      Their fingers touched as she handed him his mug. Aware she was tingling more now than she had been before, Sara furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

      “You said you were going to need help to work with Champ and watch your son simultaneously.”

      Sara stirred in cream and sugar. “Right.”

      Matt drank his black. “Would you consider letting me assist you with your son?”

      Sara paused. Was this guilt talking—or something else? She looked him up and down. “Let me get this straight. You...Mr. Lonesome...want to be Charley’s baby wrangler?”

      Matt’s broad shoulders lifted in an affable shrug. “Why not? He likes hanging out with me. I like hanging out with him.” He paused. “Don’t trust me?”

      Sara blushed. Yet another obstacle to her going back to work. “Actually,” she admitted with chagrin, “I don’t really trust anyone except for Bess Monroe, and your sister, Lulu, with Charley—if Bess is around to supervise, and I only have confidence in Bess because she’s a registered nurse.” Which was, on the face of it, pretty neurotic, she knew.

      “Ah.” Matt dunked the edge of his cookie in his coffee. “New-mom anxiety.”

      Heat rose in the center of her chest as she waved off her worry. “I know it’s silly...”

      “But it’s the way you feel, darlin’. No shame in that.”

      Pleased to find him honoring her feelings instead of making fun of them, Sara nodded. “Exactly,” she said softly. “Plus, I really don’t want to be away from Charley for all the time it’s going to take to socialize Champ because then I’d end up feeling I was neglecting him. So it’s a real conundrum.”

      Matt finished off his cookie, understanding again. “How do you formally socialize a puppy, anyway?”

      “By introducing him to as many different people and places as possible over the next month. So he’ll be comfortable no matter where he is.”

      “Sounds...interesting.”

      Sara smiled, suddenly aware how cozy this all felt. With the СКАЧАТЬ