A Match Made by Baby. Karen Rose Smith
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Название: A Match Made by Baby

Автор: Karen Rose Smith

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish

isbn: 9781472048561

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      But then she’d heard voices in the hall. Gazing up at Adam, she’d glimpsed the hungry desire in his eyes.

      “What’s wrong?” he’d asked.

      She’d panicked. She was almost naked, lying under a man she didn’t even know!

      She’d slid away from him, scrambled to a sitting position, avoided his gaze and buttoned her blouse. “I can’t do this. I should never have let this happen!”

      And then she’d bolted, leaving Adam sitting there. She’d rushed out of the winery, wondering what in blazes had gotten into her, wondering why she’d been reckless when she’d never done anything like that before.

      Now Kaitlyn hurried to keep up with Adam’s long strides to the baby department. In the year since she’d met him at the winery, she’d thought about him. But she hadn’t had any means of contacting him in a remote location.

      When Erica made a noise, Adam stopped and looked down at her as if...as if he cared.

      Could this bad boy—after all, she’d researched him after their “encounter”—who traveled the world, really care about an infant? An infant who wasn’t even his?

      Glancing up at her, seeing that she was watching him, Adam looked disconcerted. Then his expression changed, and he didn’t look disconcerted as much as he looked determined. “We should talk about what happened the last time we were together.”

      Uh-oh. Maybe his mind had been wandering in the same direction. “This isn’t a good place,” she said calmly. Her heart sped up, and she knew she didn’t want to have that discussion at all, let alone here.

      His jaw set and his gaze was just a little too penetrating. “That’s an excuse—I’ll settle for it for now, at least until we get everything we need for Erica.... What do we need?”

      At the baby section now, Kaitlyn pointed to a big box on the lower shelf. “You need a swing.”

      He looked at her as if she were crazy.

      “Really,” she assured him. “Erica fell asleep in the car. That means she likes motion. So if you want any peace, you should give her motion.” She pointed to the picture on the box.

      Adam crouched down to look at it more closely. The overhead lights glimmered on russet strands in his hair, thick dark hair she’d run her fingers through. His shoulders were wider than the box he was studying. Those shoulders had felt tautly muscled under her hands. He was so long-waisted, with a runner’s legs. He’d told her he jogged wherever he happened to be. She remembered the pressure of his lower body on top of hers. His jeans fit him too well. Although his shirt was loose, as he crouched down like that, examining the box, it molded to his back.

      Although it had been over a year, she hadn’t been able to dismiss the picture of the two of them entwined in each other’s arms. It had haunted her dreams.

      He grabbed one of the boxes, easily lifted it, and stowed it on the bottom of their cart. “It doesn’t look too complicated. In fact, it makes me wonder if the company should make them for adults.”

      She couldn’t help but smile at the wryness in his tone. “I’ve often thought I’d like a swing on my front porch. That’s if I ever have a front porch.”

      “Where do you live now?”

      “I rent a town house—no maintenance, no upkeep, no porch.”

      He studied her as if he were searching for meaning under her words. “I suppose you’re not home much.”

      “If I’m not at my office, I’m doing volunteer work for The Mommy Club. That doesn’t leave spare time to plant a garden.”

      “I know what you mean,” Adam said. “But sometimes I wonder what normal life would be like.”

      “Normal?”

      “Yeah, you know. A nine-to-five job, leisure time in the evenings, regular weekends. If I had a normal life...if I hadn’t been out of the country...” He motioned to Erica. “Maybe I would have seen what was happening with Tina.”

      The work he did for a private consulting firm out of Sacramento sounded important. The night they’d met, he’d explained that he traveled the world doing research helping countries put in water systems. Before...before they’d ended up in each other’s arms on that couch.

      Pushing that memory aside once more, she took this opportunity to get firsthand knowledge of his life. “You come and go as you please. You travel to exotic places. That would be hard to give up.”

      “Yes, it would,” he admitted. “I don’t like to feel trapped, tied down, tethered to one place. That brings back memories of—” He stopped, and she could see he wasn’t going to go on.

      What did he run from in his mind? What kept him on the move? Searching for something that would satisfy him? She knew what would satisfy her, yet it seemed impossible and out of her reach.

      Gazing down at Erica, she suddenly wondered if she should adopt a child. Why not forget about relationships and the marriage part.

      The silence between them grew awkward, and Kaitlyn reached for a contraption hanging on a hook. “This is something else you need.”

      “I’m afraid to ask what it is,” he said in a wry tone.

      She looked at Erica and saw that her eyes were wide-open. “It’s as good a time as any to try this out.” She gave it to Adam and said, “Hang this part around your neck.”

      Adam did as she suggested, looking wary.

      Scooping Erica from her car seat, Kaitlyn placed her in the sling, close to Adam’s chest. She had to touch his chest and that reminded her of touching it once before. When her fingers brushed against him, the look in his eyes said he remembered, too.

      “I can get it,” he decided, taking a step away from her. “Now that I think about it, I’ve seen women wearing these.”

      “Daddies, too,” she assured him. “That keeps Erica close to your body heat, and she feels more secure.”

      Their eyes met. She remembered his body heat, feeling secure, but so much more, too.

      “Kaitlyn!” She was never so glad to hear her name called.

      She knew the voice, and it was a welcome relief, interrupting the too-knowing moment between her and Adam. She turned and saw her friend Marissa Lopez strolling down the aisle, her one-year-old sitting in the basket kicking his legs.

      She gave them both a wide smile. “Hi, Marissa.” She went over to Jordan and tickled his tummy. “And how are you, big boy?”

      He grinned at her and stuck a finger in his mouth. Kaitlyn had babysat Jordan many times. “What are you doing here?”

      “I needed diapers again,” Marissa added, brushing her black curls away from her face.

      Kaitlyn introduced Adam and said, “Marissa works СКАЧАТЬ