The Sheriff's Doorstep Baby

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“Here you go.” She held the crying child out to Nate.

“Humph.” He set his bowl on the coffee table and took the squalling baby into his arms.

The trick worked because the baby continued to cry no matter what Nate did to soothe him. Then she felt bad because Jack refused to be mollified. Nate patted him, talked to him, put him over his shoulder and held him in his lap. Actually he was very good with the baby, holding him well and confidently.

But nothing made Jack happy.

Once she finished eating she set her dishes aside and took him so Nate could finish his meal.

She thought she’d be able calm the child, even hummed a little song for him, which seemed to be working and then it wasn’t. Instead he worked himself into a full screaming fit. So much for her plan. And her ego.

“I changed his diaper,” she said even as she checked him again to make sure he was still dry. “And he just had a bottle. I don’t know why he’s so upset.”

“Maybe he’s still hungry,” Nate offered. “Do you think he’d like some stew?”

“He’s too small to eat that. Or any solids. How old did you say he was?”

“Four months.”

Did that mean Jack could have food? She wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. I had a coworker with a new baby. I think she started feeding her little girl about this age. But if so, it was only soft cereal or pureed fruits and vegetables.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t have any of that. I’m going to give him a little of the broth.”

Michelle hesitated, still unsure, but the frantic crying wore at her nerves. At this point she was willing to give it a try. She gratefully released the baby into Nate’s care.

“Be careful,” she urged him. “Make sure you don’t get any chunks of food. And don’t give him too much. It’s rich and his system won’t be used to it.”

“Let’s see if he even likes it.” Nate dipped the tip of his spoon in the thick broth and brought it to the shrieking baby’s mouth, touching the tiny tongue with a small taste. For a moment there was no change, but Nate tried it again. This time the crying stuttered as Jack worked his tongue against his lips, but his little body still shuddered with the force of his sobs.

“That’s promising.” Nate fed him another small sip.

“Not too fast,” she cautioned as blessed silence surrounded them.

“He likes it.”

“I’m sure he does. It’s got more flavor than anything else he’s ever eaten.”

“It shut him up.” Nate sent her a superior look as he continued to feed the baby. “You can’t argue with the results.”

“I can if he gets sick later,” she shot back. “I think that’s enough.”

“Okay. One more.” He talked to the baby, explained this was the last bite, but he could have another bottle later. And Nate continued to talk to Jack after he lifted him to his shoulder, telling him about the storm and how Jack had to do his part to help them all have a good night under the trying circumstances.

He talked until Jack fell asleep.

“Good job.” She applauded. “Hopefully he’s out for a while.”

“I guess it’s too much to hope he’s out for the night?”

“Afraid so. Speaking of which, who gets him for the night? Are you ready to agree to my terms?”

He sighed, the baby lifting and falling with the movement of his broad chest. “Trouble with a capital T.”

She grinned at the resignation in his voice. “Just saying. Life will be so much easier with me around.”

“Huk.”

What kind of noise was that?

“You okay?” She couldn’t tell if he was choking or trying not to laugh. Maybe a little of both?

He reprimanded her with the flash of diamond-sharp eyes as he fought to get himself under control.

“Witch. Lucky for me I don’t need to make a decision tonight.” He nodded at a couple of sleeping bags she hadn’t noticed before. “We’ll be sleeping together down here next to the fire.”

CHAPTER FOUR

MICHELLE’S spine snapped straight. “What do you mean sleep together? Why do we have to sleep down here?”

“The heater is electric,” Nate stated calmly. “That means there’s no heat upstairs.”

“Surely we’d be warm enough under our blankets? I don’t remember sleeping down here as a kid.”

“Your dad told me he changed from gas to electric some years ago. Probably felt it was safer.” He stood and set the baby in the seat. “But if you want to try finding enough blankets to huddle under, be my guest. Jack and I are sleeping down here next to the fire.”

As if he cared less what she chose to do, he gathered the dirty dishes and pot of stew and carried it all into the kitchen.

Obviously no help would be coming from that direction. Michelle bit her lip and eyed the distance to the stairs. The twelve feet seemed daunting enough considering her foot had given out when she’d barely passed the coffee table before the lights went out. Add in the stairs and the walk down the hall while carrying her overnight bag and gathering extra blankets along the way, and she saw the impossibility of the challenge.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” she announced when Nate returned to the room.

“Suit yourself.” He offered no argument. But he stood and surveyed her with his hands braced on his hips. “It’ll be a little lumpy once I remove the mattress from the Hide-A-Bed, but you can keep the cushions.”

Though it seemed an obvious question, she didn’t ask why he didn’t just pull out the Hide-A-Bed and use it as is. He’d already stated his intent to be close to the fire.

Plus she didn’t want to share a bed with Nate Connor. He was too big, too gruff, too dominating to share such a small space with. There’d be no getting away from him.

She could still feel the imprint of his body on hers, remember the taste of him on her tongue. The memories made sharing a bed with him too tempting and way too dangerous.

Nope, not going there. The couch made total sense. She wouldn’t have to walk up the stairs. She’d be near the fire. And she’d have the necessary distance from the sexy but aggravating sheriff.

Her game plan set, she glanced up to see Nate zipping the two sleeping bags together.

“Hey, I need one of those over here.”

“Nope,” he said without looking up. “I’m too big to share one sleeping bag with the baby.”

Measuring the width of his shoulders, she really couldn’t argue with the statement. “Then he can sleep with me.”

“Nope.” He finished with the bags and draped them over the back of the chair. Next he picked up the heavy coffee table and easily moved it across the room, opening up the space in front of the fire. Then he turned toward the couch. “I’m going to need you to move.”

“Why not?” She held out a hand, silently asking for assistance in rising.

“Because you’re going to get cold and end up down on the mattress with us.” He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet.

She practically flew off the couch, ending up way too close to him. She looked into his eyes, pretended to be unaffected by the show of strength. The man was solid as a rock and warm as sun-baked stone.

“That seems easy to predict since you won’t give me a sleeping bag.” Making no attempt to move out of his way, she lazily twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “I’m disappointed in you, Nate. Trying to maneuver me into sleeping with you on our first date.”

A ferocious scowl crashed over his brow, making him look like an angry lion.

“Woman, are you crazy? We’re snowed in. We are not, nor will we ever be, dating.”