The Billionaire and the Bassinet by Suzanne McMinn

Author:Suzanne McMinn [McMinn, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin (UK) Ltd
Published: 2013-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Garrett watched Lanie run away before he set back to work. He had no doubt that was what she was doing. Running. From him. Because she was as finished with him as he was with her—which was not at all.

He didn’t understand her, or the way she made him feel, he only knew he couldn’t stay away. He’d gone halfway around the globe and hadn’t gotten her out of his mind. He’d been drawn back to her as if pulled by an invisible string. There was still the question of Ben’s baby, but there was more now, too. Much more.

It’d been a shock, his first look at her. At least when she was pregnant, it had been easier for him to remember that the erotic thoughts she’d incited even then were inappropriate.

There was nothing so clear to flash that warning at him anymore.

She was more beautiful than ever. Slender now with gentle curves, wearing impossibly short shorts and a cropped yellow T-shirt, she’d taken his breath away. She didn’t look anything like a mom. She looked too young to be a mother, for one thing. Younger than her twenty-five years. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw pain and pride and a mature emotion that made him want to run for the hills and fold her into his arms, all at the same time.

It was a more-subtle sort of warning, and one he couldn’t heed—because he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He had to face down the mystery that was Lanie, for his own peace of mind. And for Walter’s, too. His uncle was agitated, to say the least, about Lanie’s continuing disregard for his demands.

Garrett worked for a good hour on the room, and finished the first wall. There hadn’t been a sign of Lanie, or any sound from the baby, either.

Curious and a little concerned, he set the roller on the tray and went downstairs. He stopped short as he entered the parlor. Lanie sat, head lolled back to expose the soft line of her neck, in the rocking chair. Dalton slept in her arms. The bright morning had grown cloudy, and in the muted light Garrett watched the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

He felt again the longing that had seized him when he’d first arrived, only more fiercely than before. God help him, he wanted her.

He wished he could feel a pure lust for her, but he didn’t. It was complicated by an unsettling tenderness that bothered him even more than the lust.

Her lashes fluttered then, and she opened her eyes. He watched as she slowly focused on him, blinked.

“Oh, I was going to bring you lemonade,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”

“Don’t apologize. I can get my own lemonade. I’m glad you’re sleeping.” He nodded at the baby. “Looks like you both need the rest. Don’t get up,” he told her when she looked as if she might.

“I feel bad with you up there working on my house,” she said.

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