The Tycoon's Tots by Stella Bagwell

Author:Stella Bagwell [Bagwell, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9781459272927
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

When it came time for dessert, which was the last of Kitty’s cherry cobbler, the two of them carried it into the living room and ate while the babies played with a stack of colorful plastic blocks Chloe had piled in the middle of the floor for them.

“I could build a fire if you think the room is too cool for the twins,” Wyatt offered, remembering the fire she’d had burning last night. It had made the room warm and cozy. And living in Houston he rarely got to enjoy the sight of a burning fireplace.

Chloe shook her head. “It’s not as cool tonight, and I don’t want to waste the’firewood.”

For a moment Wyatt considered telling her not to worry about the wood—he’d buy all the firewood she needed. But he didn’t. From past experience he knew where that would lead. No sooner than he bought the wood, she’d be needing something else. She’d insist she didn’t want him spending his money on her, but in the next breath he’d be hearing the old empty cupboard sob story.

Wyatt wasn’t stingy or greedy. In fact, he gave large sums of money to different charities throughout the year. But being rich had made him a target. And more often than not, he’d had to learn the hard way that people weren’t really interested in him, but only what he and his money could do for them.

Maybe Chloe would never be that way. But she was hurting for funds. She might be sorely tempted to use him, and he couldn’t let himself give her that chance.

“Where do you buy your firewood? In Ruidoso?”

An odd look crossed her face. “Buy it? I don’t buy it, I take the chain saw and the four-wheel drive up the mountain and cut it myself.”

Wyatt was so taken aback by her answer he could only stare at her.

Finally, she wiped a finger at the corner of her mouth. “What’s the matter? Do I have something on my face?”

No, he did and it was usually called egg. Thank God, she couldn’t know what he’d just been thinking. “No— uh—I’m sorry if I was staring. I was just…” He got up and went over to the fireplace and stacked several logs on the cold grate. “Well, just don’t worry about the firewood,” he said gruffly. “I’ll help you cut it.”

He wouldn’t be here long enough for that, Chloe thought, but she didn’t say anything as she watched him stick a match to the kindling. She certainly didn’t want Wyatt thinking she was so miserly she sat around in a cold house.

Before long, flames were licking at the logs, radiating heat out over the sitting area. Wyatt stood to one side of the hearth, listening to the snap of the pine and the baby talk the twins were swapping with each other. There were no honking horns or squealing tires, no sirens or shouts from noisy neighbors.

Out here, the only sounds to be heard were the wind whispering through the

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