Bargaining for Baby / The Billionaire's Baby Arrangement. Robyn Grady

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СКАЧАТЬ hands went to Cait’s mouth as a hiccup of emotion escaped. “Oh, my, my, my.” A tender smile glistened in her eyes. “Isn’t he the handsome one.” Her gaze darted to Maddy. “Did he sleep the whole way?”

      “He was an angel—” Maddy turned to Jack “—wasn’t he?”

      Jack made a noise of affirmation, but the ghost of an approving smile lifted one corner of his mouth. No colicky kid here.

      “He’ll need a diaper change,” said Cait.

      “Absolutely,” agreed Maddy.

      Then they said together, “I’ll take him.”

      But Jack rotated the baby away from two sets of eager hands.

      Above those mirror glasses, his brow wrinkled. “Do I look helpless? “

      Maddy blinked. “You want to change him?” In response, one wry dark brow rose. She rephrased. “I mean, don’t you want a lesson or something first?”

      “I’ve shorn over two hundred sheep in a single working day.” He sidled past the women and up the steps. “I think I can shake a little talc and do up a couple of pins.”

      There were no pins; Dahlia had put Beau in disposables. That was what filled one of her big bags back on the plane. But Maddy held her tongue. If Jack wanted to assume the reins straight away—if he needed to dive in to prove himself—who was she to argue?

      The man could shear two hundred sheep in one day.

      At the top of the steps, Maddy noticed Nell, her dark eyes super-glued on Jack’s every movement.

      “You must be parched,” Cait was saying as she ascended the steps, too.

      When Nell padded into the homestead after Jack, Maddy followed the housekeeper. “I am a little dry.”

      “How’s a cup of tea sound?”

      “I’d prefer something cold, if you have it.”

      Still climbing, Cait gave a knowing, wistful sigh. “My husband was a stockman. We dated for two weeks and next I knew we were shacked up, working in the Northern Territory. Rugged land. Crocodiles, you know. Never thought I’d get used to the heat and the bull dust and the flies.” The corners of her mouth swept up. “But you do.”

      Maddy blew at the hair clinging to her forehead. “I won’t be here long enough to find out.”

      She had a career back in Sydney … friends … an exciting full life. Needing to say goodbye to Beau until she saw him again would hurt terribly—she slapped another fly—but she already knew she wouldn’t miss this place.

      Halfway up, Cait stopped and touched the younger woman’s hand. “I was sorry to hear about poor Dahlia. You must have been fast friends to help her out this way.”

      Maddy remembered how she’d made it through the chapel service yesterday with Beau asleep in her arms and a run of tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. Whenever the raw ache of emotion had threatened to break free, she’d concentrated on the pastor’s calming words and the soft light filtering in through serene lofty windows.

      Jack had sat beside her in the front left-hand pew. In an impeccable black suit, the set of his shoulders hadn’t slipped once. Dahlia’s university friends had recited prayers, poems or anecdotes, but her brother had kept his lidded gold-flecked eyes trained dead ahead.

      Funneling down a breath, Maddy brought herself back and nodded. “Dahlia was the best friend I ever had.”

      Never too busy to listen. Never judgmental or rude. She was the easiest-going person Maddy had ever met. Which begged the question: how had two siblings with the same parents ended up with such different natures? Jack must be the most ornery person south of the equator.

      Cait resumed her climb. “The bairn is lucky to have you.”

      Maddy smiled. Bairn as in baby.

      “Dahlia wanted Jack to raise him,” she explained. “I promised I’d help with the transition.”

      Cait dropped her gaze. “I’m sure she knew what she was doing.”

      Maddy’s step faltered. Cait had reservations about Jack’s suitability as a guardian, too? Dahlia hadn’t got along with Jack; Maddy felt certain she, herself, would never penetrate his armor. Nell, on the other hand, idolized him. But Nell was a dog.

      How had Jack treated his wife?

      A curse blasted out of a nearby window and both women jumped. Maddy’s palm pressed against her stomach. Jack. Was he having trouble opening the talc bottle?

      Nausea crept up the back of her throat.

      Oh Lord, had he dropped the baby?

      Cait bolted, flinging open the front screen door, and when she sped into a room to the right, Maddy quickly followed. Her gaze landed on the baby, lying bare-bottomed on his back on a changing table, which was set up against a side wall. Jack stood before the table, his posture hunched, hands out, fingers spread, his expression darker than usual. He was gaping at a wet patch on his shirt while Beau kicked his feet and cooed. A bemused Nell was backed up in the corner, her head angled to one side.

      When Jack had taken off the diaper, the baby must have squirted him.

      Maddy cupped her mouth to catch the laugh. Why were the strongest men sometimes the biggest babies?

      Struggling to compose herself, she sauntered forward. “I see you had a waterworks accident.”

      “I wasn’t the one who had the accident.” He touched the wet patch then flicked his hand. “At least he’s a good aim.”

      Cait’s chuckle came from behind. “I’ll leave you both to do damage control,” she said then asked about the baby’s formula. Maddy handed her a bottle and can from a separate segment of Beau’s bag. Cait called, “C’mon, Nell.” The dog skulked out the doorway behind the housekeeper and Maddy gave a sigh of relief.

      When Beau was cleaned up and in a fresh diaper, Maddy slipped him carefully up and nuzzled her lips against his satin soft brow.

      “I’m amazed he didn’t freak out when you yelled like that,” she said, rubbing the baby’s back the way he liked. “I thought you might’ve dropped him.”

      When Maddy pivoted around, her mind froze solid while her response systems went into overload. His frown deep, Jack was grumbling, wrestling out of that soiled shirt.

       Bronzed. Breathtakingly broad.

      The walls seemed to darken and drag away at the same time the breath left her lungs and a sizzling, marvelous current swept through her body. Maddy unconsciously licked her lips.

      Jack Prescott’s chest was better than any she’d seen, airbrushed billboards included. His shoulders were sculpted from polished oak, his biceps were naturally, beautifully pumped, and the knockout expanse in between was dusted with the quintessential amount of coal black hair. She knew his flesh would be hot to the touch. Knew СКАЧАТЬ