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A moment later, he frowned at the sudden, damp warmth spreading down his hip and thigh. Realization dawned. He held the baby out at arm’s length and stared down at his military green boxers.
Soaked.
In a much more disgusting manner than his T-shirt sleeve.
Slowly, he swiveled his appalled gaze to the baby.
It laughed at him.
Judging from the screams coming from the other side of the door, Peggy’s brother had his hands full. Laura Morgan winced slightly as the baby’s wail hit a particularly high note.
She forced herself not to reach for that doorknob. Every instinct she possessed told her to go inside, pick up that baby and comfort it. But she had to be sure before she did any such thing.
Laura laughed at herself. A little late for rethinking. If she hadn’t been sure, would she have taken a commuter flight from Santa Barbara to San Diego almost immediately after talking to Peggy? Would she even now be standing outside Captain Jeff Ryan’s apartment, her life neatly packed into three battered suitcases?
Okay, fine. So she wanted the job. So it had seemed like a gift from the gods the minute Peggy had mentioned it. Laura loved babies. Had always planned on having several of her own by now. She frowned slightly. The best-laid plans, et cetera.
Now here she was, thirty years old, single and hoping that her best friend’s brother would hire her for the summer. Because the only way she could ease the baby fever still holding her in its grip was with other people’s children. There were no husband and kids in her future. All of those dreams had died with Bill eight years ago.
Well, that’s a good start on the summer, she told herself. Drown yourself in a tidal wave of self-pity. Always a great party favor. Designed to win friends and influence people.
“Psst!”
Laura frowned and looked to her right, but she didn’t see anyone.
“Psst!” The voice was a little louder this time.
Studying the hall carefully, Laura finally spotted one of the apartment doors opened no more than half an inch. Staring at her through that narrow gap was one bright blue eye.
“Are you talking to me?” Laura asked hesitantly.
The door opened a hairbreadth wider, displaying a bit of the face that eye belonged to. A woman. Small, birdlike features, lined and etched by time, topped by wispy, snow white hair. “Are you going in there?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Laura answered with what she hoped was a friendly smile. Maybe the woman was too afraid to step into the hallway. But heck, the nightly news was enough to terrify Laura, for that matter. “I’m here to look after the baby.”
“You look after yourself, missy,” the woman said softly. “That one in there, he’s a ladies’ man.”
“Is he really?” Laura turned a speculative eye on the door from behind which she could still hear the baby’s cries.
“You don’t look his usual type,” the woman continued. “But I thought you should be told. Forewarned is forearmed, you know.”
With that intriguing statement, she closed her door. In quick succession, Laura heard four locks slam home.
Interesting start to a new job, she thought. Yet she couldn’t help wondering what Captain Ryan’s type was.
Then she dismissed the old woman’s warnings, steeled herself and lifted her right hand to knock. She stopped short when she heard a man shouting to be heard over the baby.
“Yeah?” he asked. “If Laura Morgan’s so great, why isn’t she here yet? I had to take the baby to the grocery store! And it wasn’t pretty!”
Laura drew her head back and stared at the closed door as if she could see through the heavy wood to the angry man inside.
“Peggy,” he shouted, “this isn’t funny.”
Laura had to smile. Peggy Cummings’s sense of humor was one of the things she liked best about her.
“I need help,” he said. “Where the hell is this friend of yours, anyway?”
That cue was just too good to pass up. Quickly, she rapped her knuckles against the door.
It opened immediately.
The harried-looking man clutching a cordless phone to his ear stared at her. Well, he didn’t match the description given to her by his sister. Peg had described her brother as “gorgeous, meticulously neat and with enough self-confidence for three healthy people.”
The man in front of Laura now, though, looked wild. Short hair standing almost on end, he wore a white T-shirt stained with several different types of baby food, and a wet patch on his sharply creased trousers, which clung to his thigh. Bare feet only added to the image of a man on the edge.
None of that did a thing to take away from his good looks, though. His sharply defined features, strong jaw, straight nose and slightly full lips worked together to form a man too handsome for his own good. Peggy hadn’t lied. He was gorgeous. Yet it wasn’t only his face that was attractive. There was a strength about him that seemed to call to her. A knot of warmth uncurled in her stomach, sending ribbons of awareness spiraling through her limbs.
She breathed deeply, shifting her gaze to his eyes. A pale, icy blue, they seemed to look straight into her soul, poking and prodding to discover her secrets.
Laura shook her head slightly and looked away from his even stare deliberately. One thing she certainly didn’t need was to start getting fanciful.
“I think she’s here,” he said into the phone. “Call me later.”
He punched the disconnect button and set the phone down on a small table near the door.
“Are you Laura?” he asked, his blue-eyed gaze sweeping up and down her body in a flat second.
Instinctively, she stiffened, forgetting all about that instant, momentary bolt of attraction. Straightening her shoulders, she lifted her chin slightly. She had to do that anyway, to look him in the eye, but she hoped that the action looked defiant to him. Laura knew exactly what he was seeing when he stared at her.
A thirty-year-old woman, no makeup, wide brown eyes, dust brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore comfortable penny loafers, baggy jeans and an oversize sweatshirt that proclaimed Ain’t Life Grand? across the front.
Not very impressive, maybe. And as his neighbor had pointed out, probably not his type at all. But at least she could take care of a baby without looking as though she’d waded bare-handed through a war zone.
“Yes,” she answered stiffly, giving him the same slow once-over that he had given her. “Jeff Ryan?”
He nodded abruptly, stepped past her into the hall and grabbed up her suitcases. Dropping them next to the wall, he closed the front door, then faced her.
“Where the heck have you been?” he demanded. “I expected you a half an hour ago.”
She winced against the blare of the TV combining with the baby’s cries. Pitching her voice a bit louder than normal, she snapped, “The plane was delayed.”
Before he could comment on that, Laura sailed past Jeff Ryan into the unbelievably messy apartment. She paused long enough to turn off the TV, then followed the baby’s screams to a basket set on the floor. Inside that straw-colored wicker bed, the infant lay on a handmade quilt, its chubby arms and legs pumping madly against the air.
Laura’s heart melted.
Forgetting all about the man coming up behind her, she bent down, scooped up the baby and cradled it close to her chest. “It’s all right, sweetie,” she murmured as she rocked slowly back and forth, her right hand smoothing up and down the baby’s back. “You’re all right now. Laura’s got you.”
The screaming stopped.
The baby relaxed against her, its tiny body trembling as it sniffed and hiccuped.
“That’s amazing,” Jeff said softly, clearly afraid to break whatever spell Laura had woven around the child.
“Not really,” she said, sparing him a quick sidelong look. “A little comfort goes a long way.”
He pushed one hand through the little bit of hair allowed by military regulations and shook his head as he looked over the wreckage of his living room.
“I could use a little comfort myself,” he admitted. “She hasn’t been that quiet all day.”
A girl.
“What’s her name?”
“According to the papers, it’s Miranda. Miranda Powell.”
“Well, hello, Miranda Powell,” Laura whispered. She kissed the little head that was nestled just beneath her chin.
The baby’s fingers tugged at the material of her sweatshirt, but Laura felt the small pulls all the way to her heart.
Jeff collapsed onto the cluttered sofa, then winced, lifted one hip and reached beneath him to pull a halfempty baby bottle out of his way. Tossing it onto the floor with a fatalistic shrug, he turned his gaze back to Laura. “You’re not what I expected,” he said.
She was rarely what anyone expected and had long ago ceased to care. But she was already in love with this baby. Laura wanted the job enough to remain pleasant as she asked, “Really, why?”
He shrugged, his gaze running over her carelessly. “Peg said you’re a teacher, but you look like a kid yourself.”
Translation, she thought, short. It was hardly her fault that there were no tall genes in her family. “I’m thirty years old and a kindergarten teacher,” she told him. “I have references if you’d like proof.”
He held up one hand and shook his head. “Peggy’s word is good enough for me. Besides—” he waved one hand to encompass the destruction around him “—as you can see, I’m in no position to quibble. I need help with her until I can figure out what to do about her.”
One light brown eyebrow lifted. Laura felt it go up and tried to stop it, but she couldn’t. What was there to figure out? she wanted to ask. There was only one thing to do with a baby.
Love it.
He must have read her expression because one corner of his mouth lifted slightly. She didn’t want to notice what exceptional things even a hint of a smile did to his already handsome features. But she did.
“So,” he asked, “you still want the job?”
She shouldn’t. That sizzle of awareness she had experienced the second she laid eyes on him was not a good sign. But Laura couldn’t have said no even if she wanted to. Not with Miranda’s warm little body cuddled so closely.
“Yes.”
“You understand that it may be for the entire summer?” he asked. “I mean, if I can handle everything right, the baby shouldn’t be here more than a month or so. But you never know.”
Any interest Laura might have had in him dissolved at his obvious haste to rid himself of the baby. Which was just as well anyway. She had already had her shot at love—and she’d lost. Besides, she could never be attracted to a man who so obviously didn’t like children. Still, she wondered, what kind of man could turn his back on something so tiny? So defenseless?
“I understand perfectly,” she said, and watched him give a satisfied nod.
“Good.” He pushed himself up from the couch. “We can talk about salary tonight, if that’s all right with you. My rules are simple. You take care of the baby. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” she said.
He gave her a quick nod and started past her toward one of the closed doors on the other side of the room. He stopped dead in his tracks, though, when she said, “Hold on a minute, Captain. Now it’s time for you to hear my rules.”
Two
Jeff turned around slowly to face her.
All he really wanted was a shower, a nap and a change of clothes. Marine Corps boot camp hadn’t been as rough on him as that one small baby girl had been. And yet, he thought as he looked into a pair of suddenly remote brown eyes, he had a feeling that his troubles were just beginning.
“Your rules?” he asked, determined to keep the upper hand in whatever argument was beginning to erupt. “Since when do employees make the rules?”
“Since now,” she declared firmly.
Jeff rubbed the back of his neck. He should have known it wouldn’t be easy. Any friend of his sister’s was bound to be stubborn and independent as hell. He stared into those soft brown eyes of hers again and felt a stirring deep within him. Despite the fact that she was dressed like a refugee from the Goodwill, Jeff found himself wondering what her legs looked like when they weren’t being hidden by seemingly miles of denim fabric.
Why would she dress like such a frump? What was she hiding from?
And why did he care?
He didn’t, Jeff told himself. He couldn’t afford to feel the sense of awareness already creeping through him. Laura Morgan was going to be living in his house, taking care of that baby. He wasn’t about to mess that up by allowing his hormones to do his thinking for him.
Still, he told himself, he must be lonelier than he had thought, to be intrigued by a tiny woman dressed in clothes two sizes too big for her.
The look in her eyes as he continued to stare at her only grew frostier. So much for her sweatshirt, he smirked inwardly. He’d be willing to bet that she hadn’t found anything “grand” about life in years.
But, since the baby was cooing contentedly, he was willing to put up with the poor man’s Mary Poppins. As for his hormones—apparently, he needed to spend some time with one or two lady friends. That should take care of any bizarre interest in Laura Morgan.
“Okay,” he said at last, folding his arms across his chest and completely ignoring the sticky substances on his T-shirt. “What are these rules?”
She nodded. “I’ll stay here and take care of the baby for the summer, but...”
“Yeah?”
She inhaled sharply and tried to draw herself up to a formidable height. He could have told her it was a futile attempt. She couldn’t be more than five foot one. And that was no one’s idea of intimidating.
“You’re not hiring me to be your housekeeper.” She paused for a look around at the mess his apartment had become. “Or,” she added, “your cook and laundress.”
Insulted, Jeff tried to defend himself. “Look, until this morning, everything was under control—”
“Also,” she said, cutting him off neatly, “there will be no walking around naked, no women strolling in and out of the apartment—”
“What are you—?”
“One of your neighbors thought it prudent to warn me about the fact that you’re what she calls a ‘ladies’ man.’”
He shook his head and gave a resigned sigh. “Let me guess. White hair, big blue eyes?”
She nodded, but he thought he saw the ghost of a smile twitching at her lips.
