Free A Family Come True by Kris Fletcher

She huffed out an exaggerated breath and grabbed the handle, giving thanks yet again that Ian had opted for the four-door model. If she’d had to maneuver around a two-door when she was this stiff, she probably would sprain something.
    Stifling a groan, she bent and reached for her squirming, wailing daughter. “Shh, Cady Bug. Shh. I know you want to get out of there. Give Mommy a minute.”
    A sharp bark from Lulu cut through the indignant cries. Darcy looked up to check on the dog and saw that Ian, also bent over on the opposite side of the car, seemed to be focused on her. Or rather, on the spot where her shirt hung free at the neck, giving him a prime view of Cleavage Central.
    “Oh, these stupid straps.” Pretending to fiddle with the buckle, she reached forward so her arm was closer to her body, pressing the shirt against her skin. Movement at the edge of her vision told her that Ian had backed away and was now staring intently at the latch on the crate’s door. She slipped the buckle and pulled her sweaty child free while chattering nonsense to sidetrack anyone who needed it.
    “There you go, sweet cheeks.” So he’d been given a free show and he’d taken advantage of it. Okay. There was nothing there he hadn’t seen during the endless months of nursing.
    “Are you ready for a diaper change? I bet you are.” It didn’t mean anything. They’d been in an awkward position and he was a man, and God knows, even a monk probably would stop and look if a woman’s shirt gaped open. Biology might not be destiny but it sure held the upper hand at times.
    She slung the diaper bag over her shoulder, closed the car door with a quick hip check, jiggled Cady and finally looked for Ian. Luck was on her side. He was bent over and away from her, clipping the leash on Lulu’s collar. Not only did it mean she didn’t have to face him right away, but she also had a prime view of his—
    “Crap!”
    At that his head jerked around. “What?”
    “Nothing. Nothing. The diaper bag started to slip.” Smile. Carefree. Don’t think about his butt. “We’ll meet you back here in a few.”
    “Sounds good.”
    Was he as eager not to look at her as she was not to look at him?
    She popped Cady on her shoulder and aimed for the building.
    “Darce?”
    So close, so damn close to escaping...
    “Listen, if you want to get her changed and bring her back to me so you can have a few minutes alone, feel free.”
    Oh.
    She made herself turn around.
    “Sure. That would simplify things.”
    He grinned. “Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?”
    Yep. Friends. That’s what they were.
    “Friends are good, right, Cady?” She glanced back to be sure they were out of earshot. “Friends are wonderful. We all need friends. Looking down someone’s shirt when she’s bending over, that doesn’t mean anything. Neither does noticing that someone has a really great butt.”
    Cady twisted, her palm smacking Darcy in the face.
    “Ow! You know, you could just tell me I’m being an idiot. There’s no need to get physical.”
    Physical.
    She dealt with the diaper in record time and returned to the parking lot. Ian held tight to Lulu’s leash while she barked and ran in happy circles.
    “Here you go.” She handed the baby over gladly. “There’s a line, so I might be a while.”
    “Not a problem. Take your time.”
    Damn. Not only did he have a killer butt and arms that were all muscle and sinew thanks to his hours working at the forge, he knew the ultimate way to a mother’s heart: giving her the ability to go to the bathroom alone.
    “I hope I see your mom while I’m there.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “I need to thank her for raising you so well.”
    His eyebrows lifted. “It’s not possible that I’m a great guy on my own? There had to be a woman behind it?”
    She hitched her purse higher on her shoulder. “I can’t believe you have to ask that. See you in a few. Be awesome, Cady.”
    She strolled back to the building,