Baby on the Billionaire's Doorstep (2 of 2 free samples)

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Baby on the Billionaire's Doorstep by Emily McKaskle. Copyright 2008 by Emily McKaskle.
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ONE (CONT'D)

The note wasn’t signed.

For a long moment, Derek and Dex merely stared at each other. Then they both turned to stare at the baby.

“This is quite the mess you’ve gotten into this time.” There was a note of grim censure in Derek’s voice.

“I’ve gotten into?” Why it surprised him that Derek assumed this was his mess, he didn’t know. “Who says it’s mine?”

Derek propped his hands on his hips. “It’s not my baby. I’m scrupulously careful about that kind of thing.”

“Trust me. About that kind of thing, so am I.”

“You found her,” Derek pointed out.

“Yes. At your house.”

“Where we both live.”

They stared each other down, neither relenting.

Even as he looked into his brother’s steely-blue eyes, Dex knew how ridiculous the conversation was. Yet conceding that they had no way of knowing who’d fathered the baby was like admitting that it could be his.

A little mewing sound came from the car seat and they both turned to the baby. She moved her head, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for something. He’d been on enough flights with crying babies to know that this could go very bad if they didn’t do the right thing.

He dropped to his knees, ran his hand along the edge of the car seat and found a pacifier attached by a cord. With the precision of a movie hero disarming a nuclear weapon, he eased the pacifier into her mouth.

Holding his breath, he watched her suck contentedly, bringing a hand to rub against her cheek and then fall back asleep.

From behind him, Derek let out an audible sigh. “This is ridiculous.”

Pulling his phone out of his pants pocket he spoke into the phone. “Call Lorraina.”

“You’re calling Raina?” Dex asked in a whisper as he pulled Derek farther away from the baby. “It’s after midnight on a Sunday night.”

“So?”

“It’s a little late to be calling your assistant. Besides, someone abandoned a baby on your doorstep. We should call the police.”

Derek’s gaze narrowed. “Absolutely not. That would be a public relations nightmare.”

“And naturally the public image of Messina Diamonds is more important than the welfare of this baby.”

He didn’t know if Derek heard him or not because by then Raina had picked up and Derek was talking to her. A few minutes later, he flipped his phone closed. He stood, hands clasped behind his back, glaring at the tiny infant.

“She said she can’t come.”

“I can’t blame her.”

“She did give me some... advice.” Derek sounded disgusted. “She said if the baby wakes up, we should feed her.”

“Then I guess we’re on our own.”

Dex stared at the car seat before mustering the courage to approach again. Derek, he noticed, didn’t seem any more eager than he was to move the child off their front door step and into the house.

Finally, Dex pushed himself forward, plucked the car seat up by the handle and headed inside. Derek stopped him before he reached the door.

“Do you think that’s wise?”

“She’s a baby. Not a vampire. We’ve got to bring her into the house at some point.”

Derek nodded reluctantly and followed them into the front room. Dex set the car seat down in the shadow of the sofa, where the lights wouldn’t shine on her face, then sat down in the chair beside her to wait.

Derek handed him a brandy before lowering himself to the armchair opposite. “You’ll have to stay with her tomorrow.”

Dex nearly choked on the brandy. “Why me?”

“I leave for London at noon.”

“Why can’t Raina watch her?”

“Raina’s coming with me. She’ll be back by the end of the week, but she’s going to be busy planning the reception for next week. You’ll have to find someone to watch the child soon. Someone you can trust. I need you in the office by Tuesday for the board meeting.”

Dex took another sip of his brandy. “Good thing you’re not leaving until noon.”

Derek looked up. “Why’s that?”

“Because first thing in the morning, we’re going to go get paternity tests.”

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