The Baby Inheritance (Billionaires and Babies) by Maureen Child

Author:Maureen Child [Child, Maureen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780373734689
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“What is it?”

He didn’t sound happy and Lilah almost changed her mind, but then she remembered that look in his eyes when he and Savannah were remembering Spring. Nope, she wasn’t going to leave him alone until she knew he was all right.

She opened the door, poked her head inside and asked, “Are you busy?”

She could see he wasn’t. The room was dark, but firelight spilled out into the shadows, creating weird images that danced across the ceiling and walls.

Rather than sitting behind his desk, he was on the other side of the room in one of the wide leather chairs pulled up in front of the wide, stone hearth, facing the fire. Those shadows moved over his features as he half turned to look at her. There was a short glass of what she guessed was scotch sitting on the table beside him.

She noted his usually tidy hair looked as if he’d been stabbing his fingers through it repeatedly. He wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt that he’d changed into after bathing Rose and a pair of worn jeans that looked as good on him as his usual uniform of elegant suits. He was barefoot, legs kicked out in front of him, and again, she had to wonder what it was about bare feet that had become so sexy all of a sudden.

“Good, I’m glad you’re not busy,” she said, walking over to sit down in the chair beside his.

He scowled at her. “Who said I wasn’t?”

“I did. You’re having a drink and staring at a fire. That’s not busy. That’s brooding.”

“I’m not brooding,” he argued. “I’m busy thinking.”

“About?”

His scowl deepened and, weirdly, Lilah found it sort of cute. He probably thought it was intimidating, but he was wrong. At least, as far as Lilah was concerned.

“You’re damn nosy,” he mused, gaze fixed on her.

“If you’re not, you never find out anything,” she argued, then picked up his glass and took a sip. Instantly the fire of the expensive liquor burned a line down her throat and settled into her stomach to smolder.

“Please,” he said, waving one hand. “Help yourself.”

“No thanks, one sip of that is plenty. How do you stand it?” Firelight danced in his eyes and shadows chased each other across his features.

Smirking a little, he said, “Hundred-year-old scotch is an acquired taste. I acquired it.”

He was probably hoping that if he was surly enough, she’d leave. But wrong again. She glanced around the room, pleased with how it had turned out. There were bookcases behind his desk and along one wall, with paintings and framed awards hanging on the opposite wall. The stone hearth took up a third side of the room, while floor-to-ceiling windows made up the fourth. It was male, but cozy.

“Your sister seems nice.”

He snorted and picked up his glass for another sip. “Savannah is a force of nature. Like a hurricane. They’re rarely nice.”

Lilah saw more than she suspected he wanted her to see. He loved his sister, that had been clear. And though he sounded dismissive now, he was just doing the whole don’t-get-too-close thing.

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