Billionaire Boss, Holiday Baby

When she turned to walk away, Nathaniel put his hand on her shoulder lightly. “Thank you, Dani. I know my thanks is not enough, but I want you to know I’m grateful.”

They were standing so close together she could see the dark stubble on his chin. It was the end of the day. That made sense. His brown eyes were deep pools of melted chocolate. He smelled of soap and a tiny hint of aftershave and maybe even a whiff of baby poop. Dani bit her bottom lip. Why had the baby chosen now to be docile? A diversion would be helpful.

“You’re welcome,” she said quietly. “I know this isn’t easy. You’re doing the right thing.”

He shrugged. “It’s not as if I had a choice.”

“Even without the snowstorm, I think you would have taken the child. Because you have to know...one way or another.”

“Who made you so smart?”

“Not smart. Just realistic. You’re not the kind of man to walk away from a responsibility, unpleasant or otherwise.”

“It’s more that that,” he said.

His hand was still on her shoulder, fingers splayed, though she wasn’t sure he noticed. “How so?”

“What if Peaches is mine? Birth control is never a hundred percent. What if this little girl is my only shot at having a child?”

“You don’t think you’ll get married one day?”

The hour was late. It had been a very strange day. Nathaniel was practically embracing Dani and the baby. She wanted to lean into him and rest her head. She was tired and confused and very afraid of doing something she would regret.

It took everything she had to step back and break the spell. “I shouldn’t have asked you that,” she said hastily. “I’m sorry, Mr. Winston.” She used his last name as a shield, but it was flimsy armor at best.

You can’t put a genie back in the bottle, though. Nathaniel gave her a pointed look as if he saw right through her attempt to be businesslike. “I think we have to concentrate on what’s important here. If you and Peaches are really okay for the moment, I’ll jump in the shower. I still smell like a diaper pail.”

“No, you don’t,” Dani protested, laughing. “But yeah, we’re fine. Take your time.”

On her way to the den, the doorbell rang. No one could come up without going through the reception desk downstairs, so this must be the delivery from the drugstore. She pressed the intercom button and waited for confirmation just to be sure.

After the young teenager unloaded all the baby paraphernalia in the foyer, Dani tipped him well and sent him on his way.

“This is it, Peaches,” she said, bending down to pick up the smallest package of diapers. “I hope I did the math right. This has to last us until the snow melts or your mama shows up, whichever comes first.”

Of course, it didn’t take a genius to guess that Ophelia was probably snowed in wherever she was hiding out. It was creepy to think a woman like that had been watching as Nathaniel and Dani spotted the infant carrier for the first time. What would she have done if the two of them had walked away? She must have been relying on the decency of human nature. Even so, Dani would never have left her own baby in such circumstances. It was too risky.

She wandered back to the den and spread an afghan on the thick carpet so the baby could have tummy time. Peaches was very mobile already and trying her best to sit up. No signs of any bottom teeth poking through. Dani guessed the little girl was about five months old, maybe six.

As the baby played with a rattle from the drugstore, Dani stretched out beside her and leaned back on her elbows. It was a strange feeling to be a guest in her boss’s home. Definitely outside the parameters of their usual interactions. Up until today, she’d had no clue where he lived.

Now, suddenly, everything was different.

When Nathaniel reappeared, his hair was damp and he had ditched the clothes the baby had desecrated.

“Much better,” Dani teased, telling herself her heart wasn’t beating faster.

He grinned, the sudden smile taking her by surprise. Her boss was more serious than playful as a rule. “Is it still Friday?” he asked, leaning a hip against the arm of the sofa. “I feel like we’ve fallen through the rabbit hole.”

“Still Friday. I’m guessing your life isn’t usually so tumultuous?”

“You could say that.” He raked both hands through this hair. “I shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“Look at it this way. You probably saved me from being stranded on the side of the road. At least I’m safe and warm and dry.”

“What a testimonial. Have you called your family yet?”

“Yes. I told them I was staying with a friend and that I would check in again tomorrow.”

“Let’s hope we don’t lose power.”

“Bite your tongue. That’s not even funny.”

“I wasn’t joking. If we do get ice on the back end of this thing, the situation could get dicey.”

“Oh, goody. Something to look forward to.”

He cocked his head, his lips twitching. “How have I never noticed what a smart mouth you have?”

“I’m always deferential in our work environment.” She smiled demurely, astonished to realize they were flirting. Of course, with a baby between them nothing could happen. But still...

Nathaniel stood up to pace. She was beginning to recognize his signature mood when he was agitated. He did it occasionally at work, but it was more pronounced on his home turf. “Is she getting sleepy?” he asked. “When should we put her to bed?”

“How should I know? Do you have work you need to do? You might as well let me take care of her for the moment. It’s not like I can go anywhere.”

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing, Nathaniel. Humility doesn’t become you.”

“Ouch.” He squatted and rubbed the baby’s tummy, his gaze pensive. “She doesn’t look like me, not even a little bit.”

The non sequitur betrayed his inner turmoil. Dani felt her heart squeeze. “In my experience, babies this age rarely look like anybody but themselves, Nathaniel. Don’t torment yourself. Until you know for sure, she’s just a baby.”

“I suppose.” He glanced sideways at her. “Go on to bed, Dani. I’ll come get you if I get in trouble.”

“You promise?”

“I do.”

* * *

Nathaniel sighed beneath his breath. Hopefully Dani didn’t realize how completely out of his element he was. He had learned long ago—while earning his stripes in the business world—never to show fear. He could negotiate with the baddest of the badasses. What he didn’t know how to do was take care of a helpless human. Little Peaches was so damned fragile.

He scooped her up. “Here’s the thing, kiddo. I need you to cut me a break tonight. I’ll feed you and change your diaper, but you need to sleep. That’s what babies do.”

The little girl stuck a thumb in her mouth and stared up at him, unblinking. What was she thinking? Did babies think about anything?

After turning out the lights, he carried Peaches to his bedroom and surveyed the furnishings. As far as he could tell, the most important thing was to keep the kid confined. He knew it was dangerous to put her in his own bed. After getting out of the shower earlier, he had spread a sheet on the soft carpet and surrounded it with several wooden chairs. He’d probably be awake all night worrying about the kid, but he’d survive.