His Secret Baby: The Agent's Secret Baby. Marie Ferrarella

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      “Great.” He reached for the whisk she kept housed in a colorful jar on the counter, along with several other utensils. “I can take out all my aggression on the potatoes.”

      Opening the refrigerator to take out the one dessert she’d prepared last night, Eve stopped to give him a puzzled look. “What aggression?”

      “Just a little joke,” Adam assured her as he moved over to the sink and, using pot holders, drained the potatoes. A cloud of steam rose, but he deftly avoided coming in contact with it, drawing back his head. “Apparently very little,” he commented more to himself than to her.

      “I’m sorry, but you’ve thrown me off by coming now. I didn’t expect you until later,” she told him, then turned her attention to the stuffing she’d placed in the oven earlier.

      Opening the top oven, she raised the aluminum foil away from the rectangular pan, wanting to reassure herself that nothing was burning. This represented three-quarters of the stuffing. The remaining quarter was inside the turkey, absorbing the bird’s juices for added flavor. She would make sure that Adam sampled it. She wasn’t quite sure why she was so set on showing him she was a good cook, but in the last few minutes, it had become very important to her.

      “Sorry, I didn’t mean to throw you off,” he apologized. “But the store’s closed today and I had nothing to do. I don’t like having a lot of time on my hands.”

      That much was true. There’d been a quick touching of bases with not only his handler—who was on his way to spend the holiday with his sister and her family—but with Sederholm, as well. He’d gone to see Sederholm to find out firsthand how things were coming along with the replacement shipment. He’d had to listen to the cocky college senior delineate his getaway plan, the one he intended to use on his parents by skipping out on the evening meal. Sederholm had sounded more than a little paranoid as he assured him that everything was on schedule and that he’d have his supply “soon.”

      Once he’d gotten all that out of the way, Adam caught himself thinking about Eve. Constantly. That very fact should have thrown up all sorts of red flags for him. He should be trying to stay away from her. It just wasn’t working out for him. Being away from Eve only made him want to see her more. The trite saying was right. Absence, even absence involving a mere matter of hours, made the heart grow fonder.

      Adam sighed. He was becoming entrenched in this “helpful lover” role he’d taken on. So much so that it was taking center stage with him. He knew the danger. It made him let his guard down, interfered with his focus. Which in turn endangered not just him and the people he worked with, but Eve and Brooklyn, as well.

      He couldn’t allow anything to happen to them.

      Maybe they’d all be better off if he just walked away.

      Damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. What was the right call? He honestly wasn’t sure.

      Tomorrow. He’d think about that and make up his mind tomorrow. Today, there were different priorities to consider.

      “So I thought I’d come over and see if I could lend you a hand or at least some support,” he continued. “My mother used to say that I was pretty handy in the kitchen.”

      “Your mother?” she echoed. He didn’t strike her as the type to talk about his mother. She didn’t think of him as warm and fuzzy.

      “You sound surprised.” Adam grinned, amused. “Even I had parents.”

      “I didn’t mean to imply that I thought you didn’t, but you don’t exactly talk about your family.”

      Adam forced his voice to sound light, as if the subject and what had happened hadn’t been carved into his heart.

      “There’s a reason for that.”

      Was it her imagination, or was he working that whisk particularly hard? He really was taking out his feelings on the potatoes. “And that is?”

      “I don’t have a family,” he told her simply. “Not anymore.”

      He’d told her that his sister was dead, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about his parents. She felt instant empathy in her soul. “Your parents are dead?”

      “Yes.”

      The single word was completely devoid of any feeling, any telltale indications of the boy who had once been cut to the quick at the sudden deprivation. He hadn’t had time to grieve. He had a sister to take care of and a life to carve out for both of them.

      Eve turned away from the oven and toward him. “I guess that gives us something in common. I’m an orphan, too.”

      It felt odd to phrase it that way, because, after all, she was an adult and had felt like one for a very long time now. But the realization that there was no one to fuss over her, to wonder trivial things such as was she eating right and keeping warm, that occasionally made her feel detached from the world at large.

      Adam looked into her eyes. It felt as if he delved into her very soul. “I know exactly what you mean,” he affirmed softly.

      Eve shifted restlessly. She felt herself reacting, not just to the words, but to him. To his very male presence within this, her female-dominated home. It seemed incredible that he still had that effect on her. Knowing what she knew about him, feeling as if he’d betrayed her, at least that initial time, she was still incredibly and irresistibly drawn to him.

      She wanted to be with him. And not just with a table between them, but biblically, in the full sense of the word.

      Out of the blue she remembered that she’d gone to see her doctor yesterday for her postpartum checkup. After it was over, Dr. Mudd had expressed surprise at how quickly she’d healed and how fast her body seemed to have bounced back to its prepregnancy form.

      When Dr. Mudd had told her that she was “good to go” in all aspects of the concept and could even begin contemplating giving Brooklyn a little brother or sister, Eve had felt herself going pale. Very politely, she’d informed her doctor that she had no intentions of going that route for a very long time to come. Maybe never.

      Dr. Mudd had merely given her a knowing look and said the choice, as always, was up to her, but that she’d felt she had to tell her that she could have “relations” if she wanted to.

      As if she wanted to, Eve had silently scoffed at the time.

      But the problem was that whenever Adam was around, she found herself wanting to.

      A lot.

      Why was she thinking about this? Heaven knew she had more than enough to deal with right now and Vera was dying to have her finally return to the practice. She made plans to that end, thinking that she would get started next Monday. Between the baby and her career, she had more than enough in her life to keep her occupied. She certainly didn’t need to complicate things even further by inviting a man into her life.

      Into their lives, she amended. Because what affected her affected Brooklyn. They were a set now. The fact that the man she was contemplating—fleetingly—to allow into her life was Brooklyn’s father didn’t change anything. Hell, he was the reason she was СКАЧАТЬ