Jo Leigh - The Trouble With Twins

Besides, she was on vacation, right? It wasn’t as if he was taking her away from a job or her family. He’d pay her, too, in addition to taking care of her hotel bill.

Was it his fault she’d turned out to be a good cook and great baby-sitter? Or that she was so easy on the eyes? He was just lucky, that’s all. Luckiest man in Blue Point.

He stood, and she stopped speaking. The quiet moved in to fill the space, and for a moment he thought about asking her to finish the story in his bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice a low whisper now that the children were finally asleep.

“Nothing,” he whispered back. “Why?”

“You looked as if you’d smelled something terrible.”

“Nope. Just thinking.”

“While you’re thinking, come hold Scout while I sneak out.”

He went to the bed and scooped a limp Scout into his arms and lifted her off Shelby’s lap. It only took a second for Shelby to extricate herself, then push a pillow in her place.

As Gray lowered the little one, he felt a stirring the likes of which scared him half to death.

Longing. Longing for a child. For a baby girl just like Scout. Or a boy. It didn’t matter. The longing was there and it was real and he had to get the hell out of the room. If he were smart, he’d get out of the state. Because it wasn’t the first time this had happened.

He wasn’t ready for children. He wasn’t responsible enough to be a father. Hell, he couldn’t even feed them lunch. Any kids he had would be ruined for life, destined to spend hundreds of hours on a psychiatrist’s couch.

He backed away from Scout’s bed as if the proximity to the child was the reason behind this sudden madness.

His elbow hit Shelby, and he jumped, then turned to face her.

Big mistake. She had great eyes. Even better lips. The sudden desire to explore her mouth, her body, jolted him.

No, no. This was not why he’d asked her back. In fact, if she even guessed at his thoughts, she’d be out of here so fast she’d leave skid marks.

“Is there something else?”

“Hmm?”

She smiled, a little indulgently, he thought. “Is there a reason we’re standing here staring at each other?”

“Staring?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No, we’re not staring?”

“No, we’re not staring for a reason.”

She arched her right brow. “Okay. I’m leaving now. You can do whatever you like.”

No, he couldn’t. ’Cause what he’d like to do was kiss her. Right here. Right this minute.

Shelby headed toward the door, and before he’d moved a muscle to stop her, she was gone.

He sank down on the edge of Jem’s bed. What in hell was going on? This wasn’t like him. Wanting an attractive woman was pretty much s.o.p. And he did find her attractive. The scars didn’t bother him, which actually was something of a surprise. He’d have figured he was too much of a jerk for that. Wonders never ceased.

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