Temporary Dad

Worse yet, why did she care?

Hadn’t she just established the fact that she had no current interest in any man?

“Yeah. Babysit. Oh—and of course I’ll pay. What’s the going rate?”

Bam. Annie’s ego took another nosedive.

Now the guy was even bringing money into it?

Why couldn’t he just offer to take her out for a nice friendly steak dinner once his sister finally showed up?

“Annie? What do you say? Can you help me out?”

Noooo, she wanted to scream.

Hanging out with kids was her day job.

At night, she did grown-up things like scraping ceilings and glazing walls and sipping wine and playing Scrabble.

And if she was honest…

Dreaming of what her life might’ve been like had she met a guy who didn’t hit or take advantage of her ability to move an infant from screaming to sleeping in twenty seconds.

What were the odds of a woman being so cursed in love?

“I know it’s short notice and stuff,” he said, those intriguing brown-gold eyes of his eloquently pleading his case. “But I really could use your help.”

“Okay,” Annie finally said, hating herself for being so easily drawn in by Jed’s puppy-dog sadness. She had to remind herself she wasn’t doing this for him, but for the babies.

If she’d learned anything during her years with Conner, it was that guys with ready-made families were only after one thing. And it had way more to do with heating up formula than anything that went on in the bedroom. “What time do you want me over?”

He winced. “Would now be too soon?”

ANNIE LOOKED UP from her seat at the end of Jed’s black leather sofa and came uncomfortably close to keeling over in an old-fashioned swoon.

Wow.

He stood at the base of the stairs, dressed in plain uniform navy cotton pants and a bicep-hugging navy T-shirt with a yellow Pecan Fire Department logo on the chest pocket. His choppy, short dark hair was damp from the shower.

He’d shaved, and the scent of his citrus aftershave drifted the short distance to where she sat. The mere sight of him, let alone his smell, implied clean, simple, soul-deep goodness. He was a fireman, charged with keeping helpless grandmas and grandpas and babies and kittens safe from smoke and flames.

It probably would’ve sounded crazy had she tried to explain her sudden reaction to the man. But in that moment, she knew he would never hurt her—at least not physically, the way Troy had.

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me,” he said.

“Sure. It’s no big deal.”

“Yes, it is.” He walked the rest of the way down the stairs. “You hardly know me, yet you’re giving up your time to help me out. In my book, that makes you good people.”

His words returned the warm tingle to her belly. She stood, not sure what to do with her flighty hands or dry mouth. “I already told you,” she said. “It’s no biggie.”

He looked at her for a long moment, then peered down at his black uniform shoes. “To me, it’s a very big deal. Don’t discount the value of what you do.”

The urge to hug him came back. In those opulent eyes of his she’d caught a glimpse of sadness. Fear for his sister? Or something more?

Before she had time to ponder the question, he was hugging her, wrapping her in his all-masculine scent and strength.

And his touch wasn’t awkward or inappropriate, but comforting and warm. And then, just as unexpectedly as the sensations had come, they were gone, and Jed was waving and walking out the door. Thanking her again. Smiling again. Alerting Annie to the undeniable fact that she was very much in trouble with a man and his adorable children—all over again.

HOURS LATER, Annie woke to a ringing phone.

It took a few minutes of fumbling in the dark to realize she’d fallen asleep on Jed’s sofa instead of her own. Another few minutes to actually find the phone—or not.

Somewhere, an answering machine clicked on.

Hey—congratulations! You’ve reached Jed. Leave a message and I’ll call you back.

Annie grinned.

During the time they’d spent together, Jed hadn’t shown any signs of having a sense of humor. The notion that he did made him that much more appealing.

“Jed,” a woman’s voice said. “Good grief, it’s after midnight out there. Where are you? Are my babies okay?”

Patti.

Hoping she’d find a phone attached to the machine recording the woman’s voice, Annie hustled up the stairs.

“You wouldn’t believe the trouble I’ve had finding a phone. Anyway, I’m all right, but—”

By the time Annie got to the top of the stairs, dashed across the short hall and into a master bedroom that was the mirror image of hers, it sounded as if the woman had been cut off.

Annie found the phone on a nightstand beside a badly rumpled king-size bed.

She answered but was too late. The dial tone buzzed in her ear.

She turned on a lamp and checked the phone for caller ID, but the cordless model didn’t have an ID window. She tried *69, but got an error message.

Great.

If the woman on the phone had been Patti, it seemed that she either didn’t want to be found or was having technical difficulties.

Annie sat on the edge of the bed.

From talking to Jed, she got the impression that he thought his sister had suffered some kind of emotional breakdown, then taken off on a joyride. But the woman on the phone sounded weary—not at all like she was off having fun. Her voice was full of concern—quite the opposite of a woman who’d abandoned three newborns with her bachelor brother. A brother who obviously didn’t know the first thing about caring for infants.

Waaaaaaa huh waaaaaaa!

Maybe it was time to quit playing detective and start playing temporary mom.