Billionaire Baby Dilemma (8 page)

“I dress up damn good,” she told him, wrinkling her nose and sipping her wine.

“Then we should get you a date.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure. Because that's exactly what's missing in my life right now.”

“You wouldn't like to go out for dinner, a little dancing, maybe a play or a concert?”

“And leave Amelia?”

“We're getting a nanny, remember?”

Devin waved her glass for emphasis. “We are not hiring some Eastern European prison matron to run roughshod over poor little Amelia.”

Lucas shook his head. He pushed the empty chair opposite Devin out to the side and propped his bare feet, lounging back. “You have a gift for hyperbole.”

“I have veto power over the nanny.”

“So do I.”

“This ought to be interesting.” She selected another quarter-slice of pickle and took a bite.

Lucas cringed at the taste combination of wine and pickles. Then again, the wine was nearly vinegar anyway. It was hard to believe he was on his second glass.

Devin propped one heel up on her chair, wrapping an arm around her upraised knee. “Dueling nannies,” she joked.

“I've been invited to a charity ball Saturday night.”

“Bully for you. Another gorgeous supermodel on your arm? You'd better give generously to make for your decadent behavior.”

“It's for the children's hospital.”

She crunched down on another bite of the pickle. “Then give more than generously.”

“It's at the Saturna Club. A very hot ticket.”

“Quit bragging.”

“I'm not bragging.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I'm inviting you.”

She drew back, swallowing, her expression registering stupefaction.
“What?”

It was an excellent question. What the heck was he doing? Was he asking Devin on a date? Was he crazy? Was he so beguiled by the thought of seeing her dance in high-heeled, rhinestone sandals that he'd lost his mind?

“A girl needs to get out once in a while,” he explained, carefully keeping his face impassive.

It was official. He'd lost his mind.

“I'm not going to date you.”

“It's not a date. It's a charity ball. We'll be there to give away my money.”

“Forget it.” She rose from her chair, picking up her plate and her near empty glass.

He jumped up, putting a hand on her arm to stop her. Surely inviting her to a charity ball couldn't have made her that angry. “What's wrong?”

All the humor was gone from her sapphire eyes. “You're up to something,” she accused.

“I'm not.” He shook his head in denial, but that only made her eyes narrow in suspicion.

“There's not a single reason for you to invite me out.”

“Then tell me what I'm up to.” He knew he should take his hand off her arm now, but he really didn't want to. “What could I possibly gain by inviting you to a dance?”

She hesitated, and he could see her mind working over that one.

“Nothing.” He answered his own question.

“Then why do it?”

Fair point. “Impulse,” he answered honestly. “I was moved by your commitment to celibacy for the benefit of your sister. I found it sweet and self-sacrificing.” Why didn't he shut up?

“You're not ending my celibacy, Lucas. No way, no how.”

Lucas felt his jaw drop open. He'd had no intention… He hadn't even thought about… Okay, he'd thought about it, but that was only last night after their kiss, it had nothing to do with his invitation to the dance. Nothing.

“Your celibacy is safe with me,” he told her, forcing himself to keep eyes front. If he gave in to temptation and let his gaze dip, she'd probably deck him. And she'd be justified.

She seemed to relax a bit. “Then you might want to stop salivating.”

“Dream on.”

She tilted her head. “You can't kiss me.”

“I'm not going to kiss you.” Did she mean right now, or at the dance?

“It's not a date,” she warned.

“It's not a date,” he agreed.

He could see her hesitating. “How many months since your last one?” he dared to ask.

Her blue eyes flared. “Don't rub it in.”

“I'm trying to convince you to get out and have some fun.” He forced himself to remove his hand from her arm and took a step back, giving her some space. “You're the one who thinks life should be a perpetual party.”

“I didn't say that.”

“Trust me, the Saturna Club will be way better than faded patio lanterns, wine in a box and burnt hamburger.”

“The burgers weren't burnt.”

He shot her a skeptical look.

She stuck her nose in the air. “They were well done, that's all.”

He couldn't help but grin.

And she socked him in the arm. “Fine. I'll come to your stupid ball.”

He chuckled. “Aren't you just the little charm school graduate?”

She stared to walk away. “I'm doing the dishes now.”

He gathered up a load and followed her. “I'll do the dishes for you.”

She called back over her shoulder, “Do you even know how?”

He did. Sort of. It had been a while. Probably quite a few years, now that he thought about it.

“You go sit down,” he told her.

She looked tired. And he'd been reminded of how tough the last few months must have been for her. He didn't exactly feel guilty about her troubles, but he was willing to do the dishes for her.

To his surprise, she was finished fighting. She plopped herself down on the couch, pulled a pattered blanket over her bare legs and let him tackle the cleanup himself.

By the time he was finished, she'd fallen asleep right there on the worn striped sofa. It was nearly ten o'clock, and it was a long drive back for the three of them. They needed to get going.

He whispered her name, but she didn't stir.

He reached out to shake her, but he didn't have the heart.

Instead, he bundled her up with the blanket and carried her into her bedroom. Her feet were bare, and he caught himself gazing at her legs, the curve of her hip and her rounded breasts beneath the white tank top before he could bring himself to pull the quilt over her.

He could have easily left her there and headed home. He was certain she'd bring Amelia back to his place in the morning. But as he headed back down the hall, he found a small guest room, with a hard narrow bed, a white painted dresser and the ugliest gauzy curtains he'd ever seen. The blankets were scratchy, and the sheets were worn, but for some reason he couldn't think of anywhere else he wanted to be.

D
evin woke up in her own bed, disoriented because the sun was so high in the sky. Her first panicked thought was that something was wrong with Amelia.

But when she rushed to the baby's room and found the crib empty, she feared that Lucas might have taken her. Then she quickly discounted that idea, shaking her head to clear it of sleep. The man couldn't manage a multi-million dollar corporation if he was running for the border with a kidnapped baby.

Confused, and forcing herself to take a few breaths and stay calm, she headed for the living room.

It was empty.

But through the glass doors, down on the beach, she spotted Lucas, Lexi and Amelia. The two adults were perched on a log, while Amelia was digging her way through a pile of sand with a bright red shovel and bucket.

Lucas had stayed the night. And he'd let her sleep in.

For some reason, that knowledge nearly brought her to tears. It was silly. Everyone had some good qualities, and Lucas was no different. They drank wine last night. He probably didn't want to drive home. He'd obviously slept here and woken up with Amelia, keeping her quiet so that Devin could sleep in for the first time in three months.

She sniffed and swiped a frustrated hand under her eye.

Good grief. It wasn't as if the man had cured cancer.

She stumbled to the kitchen, found herself a mug and filled it with coffee, adding a heaping spoon of sugar. She was pretty sure Lexi must have brewed the coffee. Last night, Lucas had barely been able to figure out dish soap and hot water.

She pulled a light sweater over the T-shirt and shorts that she'd slept in and headed across the deck and down the long wooden staircase to the strip of lawn that ended at the sandy beach. Once there, she made her way toward Lexi and Lucas.

Amelia was the first to spot her, grinning and launching into a speedy crawl toward her. Lexi and Lucas both turned. They smiled in greeting, looking decidedly relaxed. Devin assumed Lexi's gratitude for the catamaran incident had tempered her opinion of Lucas.

“Good sleep?” asked Lexi with a grin.

“What time is it?” Devin hadn't thought to check. She knew she felt more rested than she had in months.

“Eleven,” said Lucas.

“Seriously?”

He nodded.

“You got up with Amelia?” It was a little disconcerting that Devin hadn't heard them.

“Yes, I did.” He yawned. “About 4:00 a.m. Then she slept on my chest for a while, but I didn't get much more sleep.”

Devin could barely believe it. “Did you change her diaper?”

“There were instructions on the package.”

“He got it on backward,” Lexi elaborated.

Devin came down on her knees beside them in the sand. “And you fed her?”

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Quit sounding so amazed.”

“It is amazing.”

Amelia smacked her sandy hands against Devin's bare thighs.

“I gave her some juice and some Cheerios, and then Lexi came by.”

“I really appreciate you letting me sleep in.” Including both
Lucas and Lexi in the thank-you, Devin held her coffee mug over to the side and out of harm's way. “I feel pretty great.”

“Lexi's agreed to babysit for us,” said Lucas.

“I hear you two are going on a date,” said Lexi.

“It's not a date,” Devin quickly corrected. Had she really agreed to go to the dance with him tomorrow night? What had she been thinking? “Lucas is trying to co-opt me with, I don't know, fine food and a waltz around the dance floor, so that I won't support Steve.”

Lucas turned to Lexi. “See what I mean?”

Lexi nodded her understanding.

“What?” Devin glanced back and forth between the two.

“He thinks you're suspicious,” said Lexi.

“Of course I'm suspicious,” Devin retorted. “So are you. And we're justified in our suspicions.” She looked back and forth again. “What exactly did I miss here?”

Lucas stood up from his perch on the log, brushing the sand from the back of the borrowed sweatpants. “I've got a meeting,” he told them. “And I think I'd better get home and change first.” His glance went to Devin. “See you there later?”

“Sure,” she answered. She should thank him again for letting her sleep. But for some reason she hesitated to show him too much gratitude. She didn't want him to think she liked him. She didn't. Well, she kind of did this morning. But it wasn't anything permanent.

Everything suddenly seemed confusing.

He bent over and gave Amelia a little rub on the head, then gave them all a careless wave as he started back across the beach to the lawn and the staircase.

“Tell me
everything,
” breathed Lexi.

“There's nothing to tell,” Devin responded, moving to the spot on the log that Lucas had vacated. She'd have to clean up and get back to the Demarcos soon, but she had a few more minutes to enjoy the tranquility of her own home. “I had a great sleep.”

“Alone?”

Devin twisted her head to stare at Lexi. “Of course I was alone. What did he tell you?”

“Nothing.” Lexi shook her head. “But I couldn't exactly ask him, could I?”

“Is
that
why you were being nice to him?”

Lexi had had a pretty remarkable change in attitude over a boat rescue.

“He's not as bad as I expected,” said Lexi.

Devin understood what her friend meant. There was something disarmingly charming about Lucas. Then again, that's exactly what Monica had thought about Konrad—that he was misunderstood, nicer than people realized, not quite the cold, hard-ass the media made him out to be. It was a dangerous road to go down.

“He's trying to take Amelia away from me,” Devin reminded Lexi.

“Challenge him to a diapering contest in the courtroom. You'll win.”

“This isn't a joke.”

Lexi sobered and gazed out across the sparkling water. “I know. It's heart-wrenching. I find myself wishing he was more of a jerk, then I could hate him.”

“You don't have to hate him.” Devin gazed out across the water herself. A few powerboats streamed along in front of the far shore, white wakes streaking out behind them. Now that the sun was warm, most of the beaches were coming alive with residents. “I just have to beat him.”

Lexi covered her hand. “You will.”

“I'm not so sure.”

Silently, they stared at the lake.

“So,” said Lexi, “what's up with the dancing?”

“I can't remember how it started.” Devin sat up straighter on the log. “But I mentioned how long it had been since I'd had a date.”

“And he stepped up to the plate?”

“He's up to something.” Devin knew she should be annoyed by the way he'd managed to manipulate her into doing something
she just knew she would regret. But she couldn't help but smile at the thought of a fancy party. “It'll be nice to dress up again,” she admitted. “And I made him promise not to kiss me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“You said that out loud?”

Devin gave a decisive nod. She didn't want there to be any misunderstanding. The very last thing she needed was another go-round in Lucas's arms. She banished the unwanted image and tamped down her wayward hormonal reaction. It would be a catastrophic mistake to kiss Lucas.

 

Okay, so technically, she was in Lucas's arms again. But they were dancing, and it was all very proper. There was a good nine inches of space between them. Lucas's dance frame was appropriate, and his lead was smooth and confident. He was also devastatingly handsome in his tux. No surprise there.

The ballroom at the Saturna Club was opulent and spacious. It had thirty-foot ceilings, with a marble pillar perimeter around the rectangular dance floor. The chandeliers were lavish, the flowers fresh, and dinner had featured fresh Pacific salmon and white chocolate mousse served with an impressive flare by what must have been a hundred efficient, tuxedoed waiters.

One long side of the ballroom opened to a concrete patio that overlooked Puget Sound. The crisp ocean breeze wafted in. Cruise ships, freighters and smaller boats passed by, while the lights of Bainbridge Island twinkled off in the distance.

After months of drool and diapers, Devin felt like a fairy princess. She'd even splurged on a new dress—though she'd never admit to Lucas that she'd gone shopping. It was strapless, copper satin, with a fitted top that shimmered against her skin, and a full skirt that rustled at her knees. She'd worn the rhinestone sandals and borrowed a silver link necklace and matching earrings from Lexi. The earrings dangled from her lobes, gently brushing against her neck as she danced.

It was fun to feel pretty.

“The nanny interviews start at ten in the morning,” Lucas reminded her as they moved into a turn.

Devin frowned up at him. “You're ruining the mood.”

“There's a mood?”

“Of
course
there's a mood. We have music, fine food, champagne—”

“And beautiful women.” His eyes lit up with a appreciative smile that bordered on mischief.

“Handsome men,” she returned, refusing to react.

“Thank you.”

“Plural,” she corrected. “I was talking in general.”

“Well, I wasn't.”

Her steps faltered. This wasn't where she'd wanted the conversation to go.

“You look very beautiful, Devin.”

Though she knew she should, she couldn't bring herself to look away from him, and it was a struggle to maintain her equilibrium. He was being polite, nothing more. It was appropriate to compliment a woman while escorting her for the evening. He didn't mean she was beautiful in, say, comparison to the supermodels and trophy wives in ten-thousand-dollar dresses who were swirling around the room.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I believe the words you're looking for are
thank you.”

Her throat was dry, but she swallowed to clear it. “Thank you.”

He smiled and straightened.

“That wasn't fair,” she admonished.

Amusement still lurked in his eyes. “Not fair?”

This time, she was the one who leaned in. “You promised.”

“Not to compliment you?”

“Not to…” She struggled for the right words. “This isn't supposed to be a date.”

“You didn't want to talk about nannies,” he responded with a shrug, like there were only two topics in the world.

“Fine. Let's talk about nannies.”

“And spoil the mood?”

“Please. Go ahead and spoil the mood.” She didn't care that she sounded petulant.

The danger in pretending she was a princess was that it made Lucas the prince. And it was all too easy to let the fantasy meander into perilous territory.

They'd arrived at the party tonight in a limo. Later, they'd go home to his castle. And if she wasn't careful, she'd start thinking about a kiss good-night.

“The interviews begin at ten,” he said.

She shook off her wayward thoughts. “Not with the prison matrons.”

“I gave the agency both your specifications and mine. They're sending people who are available immediately.”

She supposed she'd have to be content with that.

They danced a few more steps, swaying under shimmering lights.

“Did you have a nanny?” she found herself asking.

“Yes, I did,” he told her. “Several of them.”

“And did you like them?”

“Sometimes.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I was little boy. Nannies don't like little boys to climb trees, throw rocks, jump bicycles and climb on the garage roof.”

Devin couldn't help but smile at the images. “I take it you did all those things anyway?”

“Those and more. And so did Konrad. Looking back, I'm thinking that might be why we went through so many nannies.” The small orchestra switched to a slower song, and Lucas settled her a bit closer. “What about you?”

Devin shook her head. “No nanny for the Hartleys.”

“What were you like as a kid?”

“I don't know. Normal, I guess.”

“Did you grow up at Lake Westmire?”

“Same house I live in now. With my mom and Monica. We
swam, built sand castles, baked cookies, designed elaborate dollhouses all over the yard.”

Devin had moved away from Lake Westmire to attend college. She came back five years ago when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. But tonight wasn't the time to think about that.

Instead, she fixed her memories on their teenage years. Monica had been a year younger, and the neighborhood had been full of kids around their ages.

“When we were teenagers,” she continued, remembering, “Monica and I sat with our friends around weekend bonfires down at the park by Sunny Bay.”

“And kissed the boys?” Lucas asked in a teasing tone.

“Tommy McGuire,” Devin admitted. “Ninth grade. It was a dare, and he cut my nose with his glasses.”

Lucas laughed at that.

“I bet your first kiss wasn't perfect, either,” she retorted.

“You be the judge. I have videotape.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Steve secretly took it. He threatened to show my mother, until I beat the crap out of him and took the camera away.”

“You beat up Steve?”

“He was a Peeping Tom. I'm surprised he didn't grow up to be a member of the paparazzi.”

“He was a kid.”

“He hasn't changed.”

“Is this another of your warnings about the evil Steve?”

“No. This is an offer for you to review the game tape and tell me what you think of my first kiss.”

Devin chuckled low, even while she shook her head. “I'm not watching a videotape of your first kiss.”

“Why not? Maybe you could give me some pointers.”