This Baby Business. Heatherly Bell

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      THAT EVENING LEVI fed Grace dinner, cleaned up her mashed potatoes and high chair mess, bathed and powder-puffed her, dressed her in one of those so-called sleepers with a bazillion snaps, then laid her on a baby blanket in the living room. It was eight o’clock and he had no delusions Grace would be ready for bedtime, but at least she wasn’t wailing.

      He took a seat on the floor near Grace and pulled out his laptop. He was about eighty percent sure he would take Carly up on her offer to babysit, because he had no other choice. She seemed determined to look after Grace until they could find someone else and it made sense. But this time he hadn’t wanted to jump as quickly, because he’d been in reactive mode since he arrived in Fortune. And frankly, he’d been a little too intrigued by Carly to just accept outright. More curious and drawn to her than felt comfortable despite her being single.

      If she ever got it in her head that she wanted a date with him, it wouldn’t be as easy to turn her away. And it probably wasn’t a good idea to date his babysitter, anyway, whether under twenty or someone like Carly, who definitely appeared to be his age. While he couldn’t put his finger on what it was about her, she drew him in with those soulful hazel eyes. And they had something in common, too.

      They were both desperate.

      He did a Google search for Carly Gilmore and came up with a Facebook profile, mostly filled with photos of her with friends. She was linked to a business page and the RockYourBaby website. He clicked on the link and a busy website came up with the slogan The Place Where Babies Come First. A buddy of his had started a paddleboard business a while back, and Levi had firsthand knowledge of the cost of a professional-looking website. Carly’s looked like a top tier–priced website, and he noticed several popular baby product companies advertised prominently on the landing page. There were several photos of Pearl Gilmore, obviously the image behind the company. A grandma type if there ever was one, she had short salt-and-pepper hair, a wide and toothy smile, and a regal and distinguished air about her that said, “You can trust me with your baby.”

      And he would trust this grandma type. Carly, he wasn’t so sure about. She had the baby company, so he didn’t understand why she’d take on Grace, too. He wanted to believe she was simply being kind and neighborly, but that didn’t ring true on some level. She wanted something from him.

      There were a few photos of Carly on the website, and a clear indication that she had taken over in Pearl’s place. What would it feel like to be called a baby expert and have no children of your own? His guess was that she might feel like a bit of a fraud.

      It takes one to know one.

      He’d been the only child of parents who were overachievers and had instilled the same values in him. Study hard, work hard and give back. He’d spent summers at his grandfather’s ranch in Texas because Levi’s own parents didn’t seem to have time for him if it didn’t involve quizzing him on his studies. He’d had to make the honor roll every semester or suffer a long sermon about wasted opportunities. Pop’s ranch had been the only place Levi could be himself and unwind. Have fun for a change.

      He’d gone straight to the Air Force Academy after high school and received his degree, going into the service as an officer. His good friends, his AF brothers, were the only ones who understood Levi Lambert could be impulsive at times. Wild. He’d carefully compartmentalized his life to be two people: the officer and the playboy. A bit of a cliché, but hey, he’d paid his dues.

      Then Grace had come along. She had brought out the very best in him, but he’d had such a wild past that anyone who could see him now would be stunned. Spending nights alone with his daughter, looking forward to nothing more than a full night’s sleep. If he got lucky. There again, getting lucky had taken on a whole new meaning. It used to mean a night of uninhibited, balls-to-the-wall sex with a woman who didn’t want much in return other than a couple of orgasms. He could give her that but not a whole lot more. The whole love, marriage and kid thing had never been on the agenda.

      Grace rolled over, squealed and kicked her legs out, reminding him that a kid was now on his agenda, like it or not. Then she went knees up and elbows out again and did her rocking thing. She squealed her delight at having managed to roll over to her back again, bringing an end of the blanket with her in her chubby little fist. The corner of the blanket was now in her mouth.

      Levi pulled the blanket closer to him, taking the edge of it out of her mouth. He handed her a pair of plastic keys to chew on. He’d try keeping her up late tonight, then maybe she’d be too tired to wake up much during the night. Logically, it should work.

      It was the way he liked to tackle any problem in his life. Logic always won over emotion, hands down. He’d been taught to never make knee-jerk decisions. Emotions tended to cloud good decision making. Contrary to what some of his friends believed, he hadn’t chosen to raise Grace out of emotion. Out of overwhelming love and devotion. No, that had come a little later. His had been a logical decision, based on responsibility and doing the right thing. Not abandoning his child, the way his parents had abandoned him. Sure, they’d done it for the greater good. But it had still left him feeling unwanted. Expendable. They could go ahead and save the world’s children. He would start with his child.

      Of course, it was always better to make life-changing decisions on your own. He hadn’t had that luxury.

      Still, Sandy’s parents clearly didn’t see Levi as a shining example of a father, saying they’d never even heard of him. At first they’d tried to claim that Grace’s father was Sandy’s boyfriend, a man who had died in the same car accident. But thankfully the birth certificate stated Levi Lambert as the father. The DNA test had confirmed it.

      He assumed Frank and Irene were grieving, and he got that. He understood the grieving process. But he wasn’t the enemy. If they had been logical about it, he would have agreed that, of course, they could be involved in Grace’s life. Instead, they’d come out guns blazing and demanded that he give her back to them. СКАЧАТЬ