The Boss and the Baby by Leigh Michaels

Author:Leigh Michaels
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781459252660
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-07-15T17:42:53+00:00

Molly knew it was the next logical and necessary step. They needed help, and fast. But hearing Luke’s voice as he summoned the authorities was like having her skin stripped away by inches.

My baby’s gone, she thought helplessly.

Luke put the telephone down. “They’ll have a car here in a few minutes. In the meantime, Watkins and I will start searching the grounds.” His gaze flicked to Mrs. Ekberg and the cook. “You two, check right around the house. If she wandered outside—”

“She couldn’t reach the doorbell,” Molly said. “I had to lift her.” She started for the door.

Luke caught her arm. “Somebody needs to stay by the phone.”

His voice was gentle, but she heard the rough edge under it. He was afraid, she thought. Afraid of what they might find. And he didn’t want her to be the one to stumble across—

She couldn’t bear to think about it, and she cast her mind wildly for something else to hang onto. “I want Megan,” she whispered. “I want my sister!” What she’d give right now to have that damned Waterford crystal bowl be her biggest problem...

“I’ll call her,” Luke said.

Megan must have had her hand on the phone, for in less than a minute he was back, easing Molly into a chair. “She’s on her way.” He crouched beside her, his gaze compelling her to look at him, to listen. “Perhaps you should call Bailey’s father.”

She shook her head.

“Molly, I really think—”

“No. And I’m not going to sit here beside a phone that isn’t going to ring. I’m going out, right now, to look for her.”

Luke bit his lip. “All right.” He held her back from the door while he forced her arms into a thick, oversize wool jacket as if she were a child. He picked up a flannel-lined windbreaker for himself, and they went out together into the gathering dark.

Molly hadn’t expected to need the coat. She’d pictured the scene so clearly in her mind, the moment she’d thought of the doorbell—Bailey wandering outside for some unknown reason, without her jacket because she didn’t intend to stay out and play. Then the door blowing shut behind her. And, when she found she couldn’t reach the bell, she wouldn’t have thought of going round the house looking for a low window so she could get someone’s attention. She was three, after all. She’d have sat down beside the front door, in the shelter of the juniper bush, to wait. And Molly would open the door and scoop her up—

She’d built the scene so well in her mind that she couldn’t bring herself to believe, when she stood on the front steps, that there was no child huddled against the juniper bush. She stood absolutely still, staring at the place where she’d been so certain Bailey would be.

But there were all kinds of holes in the story she’d constructed. Unable to reach the bell, Bailey would have pounded on the door. And she’d have heard Luke’s car come down the drive and run to meet him.

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