Teresa Carpenter - The Sheriff's Doorstep Baby

“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.”

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