Free The Nanny's Secret by Elizabeth Lane Page B

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    “Is he all right?” Wyatt stood in the doorway, his jeans pulled up over his hips.
    “He’s fine. Just lonesome and hungry—and wet.” Her hand felt the dampness on the seat of Mikey’s pajamas. “As long as you’re here, could you do me a favor? His formula bottles are downstairs in the fridge. Could you warm one a little in some hot water and bring it up here?”
    When he hesitated, she added, “Or I can do it if you’d rather stay here and change him.”
    She glanced down at Mikey, who was sucking on his fist. When she looked up again, the doorway was empty.
    * * *
    So much for romance. Wyatt found the bottles in the refrigerator. The prepared formula was cold. Running some hot water in a pan he set one bottle in it and waited. How warm was the blasted formula supposed to be? He could’ve sworn they’d unpacked a bottle warmer last night. But Leigh was still organizing things in the nursery. It could have been put away and forgotten. After all, she’d had plenty on her mind.
    As he’d just learned tonight...
    Was this really what she’d planned all along? Taking the job to seduce him? He found that hard to believe, but as long as he could have her in bed he wasn’t complaining about her motives.
    Still, he’d be smart to keep a cool head. This wouldn’t be the first time a woman had tried to use him for her own purposes.
    Another thing—was she right about including the baby in the family? Lord knows he’d meant well. But was ignoring an innocent child to spare his own feelings—and perhaps the baby’s—the moral choice? The humane choice?
    Leigh had given him a lot to think about—more than he was fit to process tonight. It was easier to dwell on what had happened at the end of their conversation.
    Leaning against the counter, he relived those frantic moments in her bed. She’d been so sweet, so pliant and ready. And he’d been wild with the smell and taste and feel of her. The thought of having her again had him aching like a hormone-crazed high school sophomore.
    He wanted her—plain and simple. Any way he could have her. But the next time he got intimate with his sexy nanny, he wanted to make sure there’d be no distractions. He wanted the time and privacy to drive her mad with pleasure.
    With Chloe and the baby in the house, that was going to take some planning.
    When the bottle felt lukewarm he carried it back upstairs. From the dark hall he could see through the open doorway to where Leigh sat in the rocker with Mikey cradled in her arms. Her head was bent over him, the night-light casting her in a soft glow. She was singing, her voice so low that he could barely hear it, let alone make out the words. But the expression on her face was one of pure love.
    The emotion that stirred in him had nothing to do with lust. Seeing her in that light with the baby was like looking at a Renaissance painting—beautiful and strangely moving. For a moment he stood spellbound. Then she glanced up and saw him.
    “Did you bring the formula? This little guy is hungry.”
    “Right here.” He held up the bottle. “But I don’t know if it’s the right temperature.”
    “You test it like this.” She held out her free hand, palm up. “Dribble a few drops on my wrist.... Yes, that’s it. It feels about right.” She gazed up at him. “Why don’t you try feeding Mikey?”
    Wyatt caught the challenge in her eyes. He didn’t relish the idea. But something told him he’d be smart to stay on this woman’s good side.
    “Here, sit down.” Before he could argue, she moved out of the chair and might have shoved him into it if he hadn’t taken the seat on his own. The next thing he knew the baby was in his arms. Mikey was dressed in clean yellow pajamas and wrapped in a fresh receiving blanket printed with ducklings. The eyes that gazed up at Wyatt were so pure and clear that they seemed to see into the depths of his soul.
    Leigh lowered herself to the stool at his feet. “Prop him up a little.