Billion dollar baby bargain.txt

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  turned to horror as she heard Chuck ask Connor, “Have you had chicken pox?”

  Connor nodded.

  “Good, then you can help Victoria.”

  Connor’s angry gaze bored into her. “Don’t worry, I intend to.”

  Misery sank like a dark cloud over Victoria. He would take Dylan away from her. She really didn’t need

  the only kind of help Connor was prepared to give.

  “Thanks so much for taking us to Charles Drysdale. He’s such a nice doctor.”

  Connor listened to Victoria’s polite babble as she whipped the sleeping Dylan through the front door, set

  the infant seat down on the white carpet and swung the door closed in Connor’s face.

  Before it could click shut he threw his full weight forward against the wood. “Not so fast,” he growled,

  sticking a foot in the crack.

  Folding her arms, she blocked the gap he’d leveraged open. “If you don’t mind I need to see to the

  baby.”

  “I mind very much,” he said with slow menace that caused her hazel eyes to turn gold in startled fear.

  “It’s late, Connor. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?”

  “No!” He’d done with compromise. Now they would do things his way.

  He shouldered the door open. She shrank back. Damn right she should be scared. Right now he was too

  furious to pay much attention to her fears.

  “What are you going to do tomorrow? Take more leave?”

  “I can’t—I’m in the middle of…” Her voice trailed away as his frown deepened. Then she drew a deep

  breath and ran her fingers through her hair. “To be honest, I haven’t had a chance to think what I’m

  going to do. Perhaps I’ll hire a nurse.”

  “And leave the baby with someone you’ve never met?” The anger that had been smoldering since he’d

  first discovered she’d lied to him about taking leave and had taken Dylan to a center full of other babies

  reignited.

  “I’ll make sure I get someone with good references.”

  “You won’t need to.”

  Fear shadowed the gold-green eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “We agreed that you would take leave!”

  “You demanded that I take leave—I never agreed.”

  Connor ran his hands through his hair and tried to remember back to what had been said. “Well, you

  certainly never objected. You know I’d assumed you’d agreed.”

  “Did I?” But her gaze flickered away.

  “You lied to me by omission, Victoria.” He bore down on her. “How dare you take the baby to day care

  without consulting me? We hold joint custody, remember…or are you trying to get me angry enough to

  apply to court to have that revoked?”

  She looked shaken. “You can’t do that.”

  “I can—and I will if you persist in this stupidity. What’s important here is Dylan’s well-being.”

  “Everything I’ve done has been in Dylan’s interests.”

  “No, it isn’t.” His rage boiled over. “You’re only looking after your interests—your damned career

  that’s so important to you. Not caring for a grieving baby!” He shook his head. “God, but you make me

  sick!”

  She went white. “I—”

  He couldn’t let that air of deceptive feminine fragility sway him. “Spare me from ambitious women who

  walk over everyone to get what they want.”

  A sprinkling of freckles he’d never noticed before stood out in sharp relief against her pallor. “I would

  never jeopardize Dylan for my career—”

  “Never?” he said softly. “That’s why you took a young baby to a nursery full of other children where he

  could pick up viruses?”

  “Chuck said—”

  “That it was unlikely, not that it was impossible.” He leaned closer until his nose was up against hers.

  “Do you think that’s what Suzy wanted for her baby?”

  She stumbled back. “Suzy enrolled Dylan in that center. I’ve done nothing Suzy would not have done

  herself.”

  That caused him to hesitate, but only for an instant. Dylan was his son. When he thought what might

  have happened…Damn, he’d never be able to trust her with Dylan again. “Why the hell didn’t you call

  me?” he snarled.

  She remained mute.

  Of everything, it was the not calling that enraged him most. She was so pigheaded, so stubborn she

  would’ve let the baby come to harm before she called him.

  His baby.

  What had once been a favor to a devastated friend, a random donation of sperm, had turned into the most

  important thing in his life. Dylan was more precious than anything in the world. And she hadn’t

  bothered to tell him that his baby was sick. The baby he’d entrusted her with against his own better

  judgment.

  A surge of sheer instinctive paternal possessiveness shook him as he stalked closer. “It was an

  unforgivable mistake not to call me.”

  Pinned against the wall, she faced him. The glaze of shock had receded and her eyes shot sparks at him.

  “You would’ve taken Dylan away from me.”

  “Oh, for…” He broke off before the force of the crude curse erupted.

  She squeezed her eyes shut.

  Recognizing how real her dread was, Connor stepped back and leashed the anger that vibrated through

  his large frame. “This has gone far enough. I’m taking the baby with me.”

  “No.” There was raw pain in the sound. “You can’t!”

  “You’ll find that I can.”

  Victoria’s head came up. Her cheeks were stained with hectic color, a vivid contrast to her previous

  bleached paleness. “No. Michael and Suzy wanted us to share custody. I can only see one way that this

  can work.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m coming to live with you, too.”

  Connor gave her an incredulous stare. The silence reverberated with tension. Then he said, “Fine. You

  can come, too!”

  Seven

  V ictoria walked into Connor’s palatial home for the first time the next evening, not sure of what she

  would find.

  What she didn’t expect was to see Connor lying on his back on the thick carpet in the living room,

  bouncing above him a bathed, ecstatic Dylan. She hesitated in the doorway and watched as Dylan

  squealed in delight and Connor whooped.

  A long-forgotten sense of being the outsider swept her, of being the kid with the mother who slept all

  day while her father blew in and out of town like tumbleweed.

  Then Connor caught sight of her, and flashed her a dizzying smile. “Look, Dylan, there’s Victoria.”

  She dropped her leather laptop case and took a step forward. Dylan stretched his arms toward her. She

  swung him up and buried her nose against his neck. He smelled clean, of baby powder and calamine

  lotion. He made soft snuffling sounds and her heart melted.

  “How was your day?” Connor had sat up, the laughter fading from his face as his eyes became watchful.

  She let out a deep breath. “A lot better than yesterday.” Knowing that Dylan was being looked after by

  Connor’s housekeeper had lifted a great weight off her shoulders.

  “How’s Dylan been?” She set the baby down on the floor and, dropping down beside him, she tugged

  his T-shirt up.

  “Ratty a little earlier. But he had a good sleep.”

  “The spots are looking better, not so red.”

  “He was fussing so I bathed him…and the cool water seemed to settle him.”

  “He loves his bath.”
Victoria searched Connor’s chest for signs that Dylan had splashed with his usual

  abandon but he looked as immaculate as ever. Typical. If it had been her, her shirt would be clinging to

  her.

  “I think you can handle bath time from now on. You must do a far better job.”

  His grin flashed back. “I’ve changed—both my jeans and shirt looked like candidates for the wettest

  wet.”

  “Oh.” Victoria instantly felt better. “I’ve arranged for some of my things to be delivered tomorrow. I’ll

  put the rest into storage and let the town house.”

  “I’ve made some calls,” Connor said. “I’ll be interviewing for an au pair for Dylan tomorrow during the

  morning.”

  “But I thought we’d do that together.” He was doing it again—taking over, marginalizing her

  involvement. And underlining her own insecurities. “I want to have input into the person that we hire.”

  Connor frowned. “I’ve already arranged the interviews, and I’ll be working from home until I employ an

  au pair. It’s not fair to leave Moni with the house and Dylan.”

  “Moni?”

  “My housekeeper. I’ll introduce you shortly.”

  “Thanks,” she said brusquely. “But I’d appreciate it if you would rearrange the interviews for when I

  come home. We’ve got joint guardianship—and that means we’re partners, we consult each other and

  make joint decisions.” That would be hard for him. Connor North didn’t have a compromising bone in

  that powerful, autocratic body.

  Her gaze dwelled for a moment on the strong shoulders, the determined jaw, then locked with his

  unreadable gray gaze. A shivery awareness caused her to shift her attention back to the baby wriggling

  on the carpet.

  “I want to satisfy myself that the person looking after Dylan is the best candidate we can get.”

  “And you don’t trust me to find that person?”

  She thought of his track record. He hadn’t done a great job picking trustworthy people to surround

  himself with in the past. Dana Fisher and Paul Harper had turned out to be faithless. But she couldn’t

  very well remind him of that.

  Instead she said stubbornly, “I’m coguardian, I have a right to be involved.”

  “You’re determined to make this as difficult as possible, aren’t you?”

  Victoria shook her head. “I just want to make sure you choose the right person.”

  So the next day, in consultation with Victoria, Connor rescheduled the interviews. Two were set for that

  night and one for Friday evening. The first candidate, a young woman with impeccable qualifications,

  had already arrived by the time Victoria came home from work, late and flustered.

  After ten minutes’ easy conversation with Anne Greenside, Connor had decided she was the perfect

  choice.

  But Victoria clearly had other ideas. “I see most of your jobs have involved older children,” she quizzed

  Anne.

  “I love babies,” Anne said with a sincerity Connor found convincing.

  “But you can’t stay late?”

  Connor had known that would be a stumbling block the moment he’d seen the woman’s resume. Despite

  her devotion to Dylan, Victoria was ambitious. Work would always come first. She would want a nanny

  who could work late. On a regular basis. He didn’t have to cast his mind back far to remember the kind

  of hours Dana had worked.

  “I live with my invalid mother—she needs me at night. But I can start tomorrow, if that makes it easier

  for you and your husband.”

  “We’re not married—Dylan’s not even our baby,” Victoria blurted out.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware of that.” But Anne looked curiously from one to the other.

  “My fault,” said Connor easily, “I should’ve explained the situation to the agency.” He quickly filled her

  in.

  “Poor baby.” Anne looked stricken. “He’s fortunate to have the two of you. But it’s not going to be easy

  for him as he grows up.”

  “What do you mean?” Victoria asked first.

  “He’ll always have questions—he’s not like other children now. His parents’ death has seen to that.”

  “He’ll have us.”

  Connor could feel Victoria’s growing tension.

  “Yes, but you’re not his parents. You aren’t planning to adopt him—” She looked at them enquiringly.

  Connor shook his head slowly.

  “We haven’t discussed it,” Victoria said repressively.

  After Anne had left, Connor said. “I like her. She’s perfect. We should offer her the position before

  someone else snaps her up.”

  Victoria shook her head. “I don’t agree. And she’s very opinionated.”

  But Anne had said spoken the truth. It was in Dylan’s interests for them to consider all points of view.

  But Connor bit his tongue. He should’ve expected this. When had Victoria ever agreed with him? Yet,

  instead of accusing her of merely trying to frustrate him, he drew a deep breath. “Her references are

  fantastic.”

  “I still need to call and verify them. I can only do that tomorrow.” She glanced at him. “Anyway, we

  have to see the others. I’d like you to keep an open mind while we interview them.”

  Before he could respond the next candidate had arrived. It didn’t take long for Connor to catch

  Victoria’s eye. She looked equally dubious.

  He relaxed a little. His concerns that Victoria might oppose him simply for the hell of it evaporated.

  They thanked the woman for coming and Connor saw her out.

  When he returned to the study Victoria said, “She was awful.”

  “Agreed.” That must be a first. He started to grin and Victoria smiled back, her mouth wide and

  luscious. Instantly, heat spread through him.

  “I want someone older. Steadier.”

  Connor forced his gaze away from her mouth and tried to focus on what she was saying. “Not too old.”

  Victoria stuck her bottom lip out in that infuriating way that he’d come to recognize meant trouble.

  “I can see you’ve already decided on Anne,” she said. “You should’ve waited until I came before you

  started the interview.”

  The warmth and desire that had filled him evaporated. “Don’t be unreasonable. I didn’t start it alone by

  design. You were late.”

  “Something came up.” But she looked abashed. “It won’t happen tomorrow.”

  But when Victoria rushed home on Friday evening, it was to find that the third prospect had cancelled.

  And Connor had gone ahead and employed Anne.

  “I called. You were in a meeting,” he said to her intense fury.

  “You should’ve waited.”

  “I didn’t want to mess around and lose Anne,” he said with patient logic that infuriated her further.

  After giving Dylan his bottle that night, Victoria headed downstairs in her nightgown and dressing gown

  to make herself a cup of tea in the state-of-the-art kitchen, still annoyed at his take-charge actions.

  She drank the hot tea, and thought how lovely it had been to come home to a hot meal that Connor’s

  housekeeper had prepared. Usually she was too tired at night to make much more than a sandwich for

  dinner.

  When she’d finished her tea and rinsed out the cup, she felt much better, and wearily wound her way up

  the stairs to her room—suite of rooms, she amended. A large bathroom and two bedrooms led off the

  sitting room. The smaller of the bedrooms had been converted into a nursery�
�complete with pale-blue

  walls and bright-yellow ducks stenciled as a border.

  She pushed open the nursery door. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness from the night-light she made out

  a big, bulky shadow beside the cot where the baby slept.

  Connor.

  She stilled. She hadn’t expected to find him here. Stupid. Of course he’d want to say good-night to the

  baby. Her anger at him was overtaken by the slow pound of her heart that was suddenly loud in her ears.

  Connor turned his head. “The big guy is fast asleep.”

  “I know, I put him down.” Victoria felt the smile tug at the corner of her lips. “Tonight was a struggle,

  he fought so hard against sleep.”

  “Tough fellow.”

  Stopping beside Connor, she said softly, “He’s so little.”

  “And amazingly resilient.”

  “And we’re responsible for him.”

  “I still find it tough to believe that we’re now standing in loco parentis.” Connor gazed down at the baby

  with an expression Victoria could not decipher.

  In the place of his parents.

  It brought home the reality of the responsibility facing them. And how permanent the arrangement was.

  It was vital for her and Connor to work together. For all intents and purposes they were now Dylan’s

  parents. The only difference between them was that she really was Dylan’s mother.

  Her baby lay so still in the crib that she leant forward to touch him.

  “He’s sleeping—I checked, too.” Connor gave her a slight smile. Then his gaze dropped and grew warm.

  Victoria glanced down, to find that her dressing gown tie had come undone and fallen open to reveal the

  white lace, diaphanous nightgowns that she favored.

  She flushed. “I think I’ll call it a night.”

  And when Connor responded, “That’s a very good idea.” She had no idea what to make of his reply.

  Eight

  “T ruce?” Connor offered at breakfast on Saturday.

  After a moment Victoria took the hand he held out. This was the closest Connor would come to an

  apology for employing Anne without her input. “Truce,” she agreed.

  For Dylan’s sake.

  And for her own. She had to learn to get on with Connor better. But it wasn’t easy—he could be so