The Tycoon's Temporary Baby

Author:Emily McKay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Ten

“Not about to kick you out of your own bed,” she corrected, a blush tinting her cheeks.

As if she wasn’t irresistible already.

He wanted to argue about the sleeping arrangements. Dear God, he did. But he couldn’t logically make an argument for sleeping in the tub. Besides, he’d doubt he’d fit.

“Oh, I get it,” she said with teasing concern. “You’re embarrassed about your body.”

Clearly she was trying to hide her own embarrassment. “Wendy—”

“You’re probably all pasty white under those dress shirts, huh?” She clucked her tongue in sympathy. “Maybe you put on a few extra pounds over the holidays? Is that it? Is that why you’re standing there like a statue, refusing to get undressed?”

He wasn’t about to tell why he really wasn’t getting undressed. If she hadn’t figured out how thin her tank top was and how much that turned him on, then he wasn’t going to be the one to tell her.

“Hey, I won’t even look,” she teased, making a great show of rolling over to face the wall. “Now I can’t see you. You can even turn out the light if you want.”

Rolling his eyes at her silliness, he reached over and turned off the lamp before starting on his buttons.

“I guess you made peace with my dad,” she said after a minute.

“I guess so,” he admitted, slipping off his shirt and tossing it vaguely in the direction of a nearby chair. He toed off his shoes and socks. “He’s not such a bad guy.”

“No.” Her voice was small in the darkness. “He’s not. Every one comes around eventually.”

He hesitated before unbuttoning his jeans. He hadn’t slept in anything other than his underwear since college. He didn’t even own a pair of pajama bottoms. First thing in the morning, he was buying a pair. No, twenty pair. Maybe thirty just to be safe.

A moment later he lay down so close to the edge of the bed that his left shoulder hung off the side. His awkward position was still not uncomfortable enough to block out the scent of her on his pillow. It smelled warm and feminine and faintly of peppermint.

He lay there stiffly, eyes resolutely closed, keenly aware that she too was still awake. He searched for something to say. “I never knew you liked the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”

Damn, was he smooth or what?

He heard her roll over in the dark and prop herself up on her elbow. “Doesn’t everyone?”

He turned just his head to look at her, but found himself eye to eye with Peyton. Her tiny face was seven inches from his. Her lips pursed as she dreamed about eating. He remembered his niece doing that, from all those long years ago when he used to help feed his sister’s kids. Lacey would be in college now. He felt a powerful punch of longing. The kind he normally kept buried deep inside. To push it back down, he rolled up onto his elbow to look at Wendy.

At least he understood the longing he felt when he looked at her.

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