One Night with a Tempting Playboy: From Playboy to Papa! / The Legendary Playboy Surgeon / Unwrapping the Playboy

“Someone who gets seasick.”

She gave a low reluctant laugh that made him want to bend his head down and feel the sound against his skin. “It’s so quiet and peaceful out here,” she said.

“Right now it is. I’ve been out in some pretty rough storms where it’s anything but peaceful.”

“When did you first develop your fondness for boats or the ocean?”

“My father took us out a couple of times. I was very young, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.” He thought of his father, his hair whipping in the wind as he called out instruction to him and his brothers. A wave of longing and nostalgia washed over him. “He was a good dad.”

“In what way?” she asked and he felt her searching his face.

“Don’t get me wrong. He could be tough as nails. With four sons and a wife who was—” He paused, feeling another twist of loss for his mother. “Fragile, he had to stay on top of everything. He taught us to work hard, taught us to swim and play poker. He even taught us all to cook.”

She smiled. “Really?”

He nodded. “I can make some pretty mean spaghetti. He made great lasagna, but none of us can quite remember how to pull that together the same way he did.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure my mother or father know how to boil water.”

“Different planet,” he said.

“Not necessarily better,” she muttered and looked out to the horizon. She gave a shiver.

He pulled off his jacket to put it around her shoulders. She glanced at him in surprise.

“You looked like you got a chill. I’ve been doing all the talking. How did a wealthy girl like you learn how to cook?”

“In boarding school. It was an elective and I decided it would be a necessary skill since I knew I wouldn’t be living with my parents.”

“Independent even then,” he said.

“Yes,” she said, her face solemn. “I think I was nine at the time.”

“I get the impression your home life wasn’t all that happy,” he ventured.

“It wasn’t. My parents were unhappily married. My father had a terrible temper. That may be part of the reason I’m so determined for Joel to feel safe and happy.”

“You can’t protect him from every bump in the road,” Rafe said.

“No, but I can try to keep him out of the potholes,” she said.

“Ever think you’re overprotective?” he asked.

She shot him a look that reminded him of a mama bear ready to defend her cub. “Are you questioning my parenting skills?”

“Just curious,” he said.

“Because if you are,” she said. “You don’t have a lot of experience yourself.”

“I don’t have experience being a parent,” he agreed. “But I have experience being male.”

“Plenty of single mothers have successfully raised boys on their own.”

“But you won’t have to,” he said. “I’m Joel’s father and I’m here to stay.”

She lifted her shoulder. “We still don’t know how involved you really want to be in his life.”

Her cool response irritated him. “Very involved. You need to get used to the idea that Joel will be spending lots of time with me.”

“Like I said, that’s yet to be determined.”

“No, it isn’t,” he said, putting his hand on her arm to get her attention.

She turned her head and glanced meaningfully at his hand. He removed it. “I’m not going to be an absentee father. I’m rearranging my life so that he can be in it all the time.”

“It’s not that easy,” she said. “You can’t just take over.”

“I can and I am,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I want Joel with me. You need to get used to the idea. I don’t need your approval to get custody of my son.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you threatening me?” She bit her lip. “Tabitha said you were a bully. This just goes to show—”

“Tabitha,” he echoed in disgust. “The woman who laughed at me when I asked her to marry me.”

Nicole gasped. “You proposed?” she asked in disbelief.

“She said I was good enough for a good time, but not for anything long-term. Then she didn’t bother to tell me she was pregnant with my child. I could forgive her for that because she was so wild maybe she didn’t know who the father was.”

Nicole gasped again. “How dare you insult her when she’s not here to defend herself?”

“She lost that right when she neglected to tell me she’d given birth to my son.”

Nicole stared at him, her eyes glinting with fear and anger. “Why do you want him?” she demanded. “Is it your way of paying back my sister? Or is it some kind of ego trip?”

Offended by her assessment of his character, he ground his teeth. “I’ll tell you when you have a more open mind. Now it’s shut tighter than a jail cell.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I will do anything to protect Joel.”

“Then you may want to be smart about it. You can waste your time fighting me, or you can officially move down here and work with me.”

Her jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding. Give up my life so you can control it and Joel’s.”

He gave a chuckle that sounded harsh to his own ears. “If you and I both really want what’s best for Joel, why would I need to control you?”

She gnawed her lip for a moment then gave him his jacket. “Are you going to tell me that you’re not accustomed to getting your way?”