The Billionaire's Baby Arrangement (6 page)

Brooke shook her head. “Jeez, that bump on my head didn't obliterate my cooking skills. I'll fix breakfast. It's the least I can do. I make a mean omelet. Let me at this kitchen and I'll have breakfast on the table in half an hour.” Nick put the phone down slowly and Brooke took over. “Here, hold Leah a minute while I raid your refrigerator.”

She put Leah in Nick's arms and her daughter snuggled in looking comfortable, while Nick looked anything but. He tried to hand her off to Nurse Jacobs and the wily nurse stepped back and shook her head. “
Brooke
is my patient.” She winked at Brooke. Nick sat down at the kitchen table with a twist of his lips and Leah latched onto his shirt.

Brooke opened his double stainless steel refrigerator and
began taking out ingredients. “It's well stocked, which is good news.” She immersed herself in her task, enjoying the process. She quickly whipped together three of the lightest, fluffiest omelets she'd ever made, pan-fried potatoes and a fresh fruit salad. Coffee brewed in the pot and while she cooked, Nurse Jacobs set the table.

“How's Leah doing over there?” Brooke asked. She'd been keeping an eye on the two of them.

“Is she always this fidgety?” Nick asked as Leah tried to crawl her way up his chest. She pulled at his shirt and brought her little hand up to swipe at his chin. He set her back down onto his lap. “I think I liked her better when she was sleeping.”

Brooke smiled. “She's an absolute
angel
…when she's sleeping. Okay, all set. I'll dish it up. I hope you like lots of veggies and avocado.”

There was still tension between them, but she wouldn't have to deal with it too much longer because Brooke was leaving today. She was eager and excited at the prospect of starting her own business.

She served the meal and silence ensued. With Leah on her lap, she dug into the omelet and tasted. Not bad. Then she glanced at Nick's plate to find he'd gobbled up the omelet already and was working on the potatoes. “Want another?” she asked.

“In a heartbeat. Finish yours first. I'll work on what's left on my plate.”

A few minutes later, Brooke started cooking Nick's second omelet and Nurse Jacobs took Leah outside for a little stroll.

Nick leaned over the black granite counter, elbows folded, watching her put the bell peppers, onions, bits of ham and grated cheese onto the egg mix and top it off with avocado. “So we're good, about last night. No hard feelings?”

Brooke met his gaze, waiting for the hurt, anger and bitterness to emerge. When it didn't appear, her heart lifted. She and Nick came from different worlds. They were never destined to be together and maybe…just maybe she might believe that he had spared her that night. Yet her initial thoughts from her high school days hadn't changed. He was way out of her league. If she were looking for a man, he wouldn't be last on her list—he wouldn't be
on
it at all. He wasn't a man to stick around. Nick was a player and Brooke had already played the game and lost. And while that might be okay for her, it wasn't all right for Leah. Her daughter's needs always had to come first.

“No hard feelings. But we have to talk about something else. Have you heard back from your mechanic?”

“I have.”

“And? What's the bad news?”

He frowned. “Your car might live.”

“That's not bad news! That's great.”

She flipped the omelet over and lifted it with a spatula then grabbed Nick's plate from the table. “I was hoping it wasn't totaled.” She loaded the omelet onto the dish and set it in front of him.

He took his fork and began eating. “How do you do it? This is better than the last one and that one was pretty damn good.”

“I'm amazing. I can make an omelet.”

Nick scoffed. “You're a good cook, Brooke. Admit it.”

“I do okay. So how much is it gonna cost for the repairs?”

“It's taken care of.”

She blinked and stood completely still. “No, Nick. It's not. Both of our cars were damaged. I owe somebody, something. I plan to pay. Do you have an estimate?”

“I do.”

“Well, where is it? Show it to me,” she ordered.

Nick scratched his head and stared at her. She glared back and held her ground. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of paper from Napa Auto Body Works. Unfolding the papers, he laid them onto the counter and turned them her way.

“Thirteen thousand dollars for your car! You can practically buy a new car for that!” Of course she'd had to collide into
Nick
and the
most
expensive car on the planet.

“My insurance will cover most of it.”

Relieved about that, Brooke peered at her estimate. “Forty-eight hundred dollars.” She breathed a heavy sigh. That would cut heavily into the money she had saved to start her business, not to mention fixing up the place. The broken interior door would have to wait, and so would the painters and new linens she'd need for the beds. And fixing the bathrooms. Still, she couldn't make
any
repairs without her car. She needed wheels. “When can I have my car back?”

“Maybe you should get another car. Randy said it was borderline. He could fix your car but it's almost not worth it.”

“I can't do that. I can't afford a newer car.”

Annoyed that Nick would think it just that easy for her to buy a car, she turned away, working out her frustration by scrubbing the frying pan in the sink.

A long minute stretched out in silence.

“Brooke, turn around.” Nick was sure bossy this morning. She turned. “Listen, I have a proposition for you. I've got a 2006 Lexus just sitting in the garage waiting to be driven. The insurance is paid up on it for the rest of the year. It's yours if you want it.”

She laughed at the thought, shaking her head. “Yeah, you'll just give me a car.”

“Not give. You'll work it off.”

“Work it off?” Her smile faded instantly. She closed her eyes to small slits. “I feel the need to slap you coming on.”

“Cooking,” he explained.

“Cooking?”

“You need a car. I need a cook. Correct that, I desperately need a cook. Carlotta's been a pain about who she'll let into the house. The last cook I tried to hire had Carlotta threatening to quit, but she'll jump for joy at having you here.”

She immediately began shaking her head. “No, it wouldn't work. I've got a job. I'm going to be spending all my time at my aunt's place. My place now.”

“You said yourself, it's in bad shape. You can stay here while you work on your place.” The idea seemed to take hold, snowballing as Nick became more adamant. “I'd only need you for breakfast and dinner. You'd have all day to work at the house.”

“I'm not staying here.”

“You shouldn't have made me that omelet, Brooke. My stomach's involved now. You need the car. I'm tired of eating restaurant food. It'll work out for both of us. Think about it.”

She didn't' want to think about it. She didn't, but his offer was too good not to at least give it some thought. “How long before I earned the car?”

“For as long as you need to get your place up and running. A couple of months?”

“That's very generous of you, but I can't—”

“Your car doesn't have air bags,” he pointed out none too gently. “You'd be foolish to fix that car.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, reminded of what might have happened. The accident could have been far worse.

“Think of Leah,” he added without missing a beat.

She was thinking of Leah, constantly. And harrowing thoughts of that accident struck her with fear. She'd actually lost consciousness when they'd collided. What if she hadn't run into someone she'd known? What would have happened to Leah then? She didn't want to take Nick's offer. But Leah's safety came first. She remembered what the flight attendants always said in their little welcome aboard speech about putting an oxygen mask on yourself first, before putting one on for your child. The bottom line, in order to care for your child, you must take care of yourself.

Brooke craved independence and wanted to be indebted to no one. Living under Nick Carlino's roof wouldn't be an option if she were thinking only about herself. But of course, Nick had the upper hand and was on the right side of the argument. Small wonder—he negotiated for Carlino Wines, and knew when to finesse and when to land the crushing blow. This time, he'd used Leah as his weapon and Brooke was defeated.

“That's low, Nick. You know I always have Leah's welfare at heart. What's in it for you?”

“I'm selfish enough to want to eat good meals. And keep the housekeeper from walking out. Do we have a deal?”

Brooke's mouth turned down as she accepted. “Hand over the keys and tell me what you want for dinner.”

The dimples of doom came out when he smiled and Brooke didn't find them attractive at all.

Not even a little bit.

 

“You're joking, right? You've got Brooke Hamilton
living
with you now? I thought it was only temporary.” Joe glanced at Tony as they sat at their monthly meeting at the Carlino offices in downtown Napa. His two brothers shook their heads in disapproval. “You're good, little brother,” Joe said,
“but I didn't know how good. You met her what, twenty-four hours ago?”

Normally, Nick didn't let his brothers get to him, but right now he wasn't in the mood for their wisecracking. He spoke through tight lips. “It was two days ago. And more like she met with the front end of my Ferrari. She's working for me, to pay off her debt.” Hell, he made her sound like an indentured servant. With a brisk wave of the hand, he added, “It's complicated.”

Tony's laughter filled the air. “Complicated as in a honey blonde with pretty blue eyes.”

“You liked her back in high school,” Joe said. “You know what they say about the one that got away.”

“She's got a baby,” Nick said in his defense. “Or are you forgetting about the kid?”

“You think that's gonna stop you?” Tony looked skeptical.

“Hell yeah.” Nick wasn't father material. He'd learned from the master. He had enough of his old man in him to know he wouldn't make a good daddy. The blood ties ran thick. He never planned on having children, thus saving some poor child his ruthless tendencies.

“We think not,” Tony said glibly, leaning back in his chair and stretching out. He darted a glance at Joe.

“Then, you think wrong,” Nick said, ready to change the subject.

After Candy Rae's deception, Nick had lost faith in the opposite sex. Not that he didn't love women, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to place his trust in a female again. He'd lost out on his dream because of Candy Rae's lies and his father's self-serving manipulations. He'd been crushed and trampled on like the precious grapes that his father had loved so much. For that, he hated what he did for a living, feeling his father had won. Nick spent most of his
time in Europe, away from the place that caused him such heartache. He'd made enough smart financial investments to break loose of his father's ties forever and was about to do so, but then Santo up and died. Nick came home because his brothers needed him. He was here because of them even though they were a pain in his rear end. Nick liked things simple and getting too involved with Brooke and her bundle of trouble would only complicate his life.

“Want to put money on it?” Tony said, baiting him.

“Damn right,” Nick said. “A betting man always likes to take money from suckers. Name your price.”

Joe sat straight up in his seat and Nick saw his brother do mental calculations. “What if it's not for cash? What if we wager something more important?”

“Like what?” Nick furrowed his brows.

“Like if you fall for her, you take over the company.”

Nick fell back against his seat in shock.

“I like it,” Tony said. “The nameplate on the door will read, Nick Carlino, CEO.”

“Don't go counting your chickens. I haven't agreed to this yet. Seems this is a little lopsided. What do I get if I win?”

Joe didn't hesitate to answer. “Easy, if you win and you don't fall hard for that gorgeous woman and her little girl, you're completely off the hook. You'll get your fair share of the empire but you won't have to run the company.” Joe looked to Tony. “Does that sound fair?”

Tony nodded. “That's right. If you win, it'll be between Joe and I.”

“You said if I fall for Brooke. Define
fall for.
”

“The whole enchilada, Nick,” Joe said. “Love, marriage and baby carriages.”

Nick grinned. He'd never been in love before. He didn't think himself capable and marriage to any woman wasn't
in his game plan. Ever. Just because the two of them found their so-called soul mates, didn't mean Nick wanted to follow in their footsteps. He wasn't like his brothers. He didn't do long-term relationships. “This is a piece of cake. You've got yourself a bet.” Nick stood, eager to shake hands with his brothers and seal the deal. “And thanks for making this easy for me.”

Joe looked at Tony and they both smiled smugly.

Nick would relish wiping the smiles off their faces and then he'd be off the hook to go about living his life. There was no way he'd let one woman and her child take him down.

No way in hell.

T
he Lexus was a really great car, Brooke thought, running her hand along the smooth black leather seat. With dual temperature settings, a CD player and all the other bells and whistles, this was five-star luxury at its finest. She couldn't wait to get behind the wheel and take it for a drive. She sat in the passenger seat glancing at Nick behind the wheel as they drove to Dr. Maynard's office.

He wouldn't let her drive until she got the okay from the doctor this afternoon and she couldn't blame him for that. Still, she hated leaving Leah behind. Though she trusted Nurse Jacobs and Carlotta to watch her baby, she hadn't spent much time apart from her since the moment she'd been born.

“She's okay,” Nick said, glancing at her. He had an uncanny way of knowing what she was thinking.

“I know. It's just that I feel lost without her.”

“We'll get her a new car seat after your appointment, then you won't have to leave her behind again.”

“Thanks for doing this, Nick.”

“No problem. I've got a vested interest now.” He winked.

She cocked him a wry smile. “I live to cook for you.”

“That's the attitude,” he said.

“So what would you like for dinner?”

“First, let's see what Steve says. If all is well, you can surprise me.”

“All will be well.”

Nick looked her up and down and the heat of his gaze made her quiver. “Looks good from where I'm sitting.”

Brooke had to remind herself not to melt into a puddle just because he complimented her. It was Nick being Nick. She wouldn't fall for his charm again.

Thirty minutes later, after a thorough exam, Dr. Maynard gave her a clean bill of health. “I'm feeling so much better today,” Brooke said, as he walked her out of the room.

“Good, well just take it slow for a while. Don't overdo anything,” the doctor said.

“I won't.”

Nick rose when Dr. Maynard walked her to the reception area. The two men shook hands.

“Well?” Nick asked her with a hopeful expression.

“I'm fine. I get to pass Go and collect two hundred dollars.”

Nick smiled and his dimples appeared. She ignored them, telling herself the thrill she felt was only because she was finally back to square one and she could begin working on the house. Then she turned back to the doctor. “Oh, Dr. Maynard, can you recommend a pediatrician for Leah?”

“Sure can.” He walked around to his reception desk,
pulled out a business card and handed it to her. “Dr. Natalie Christopher. She's excellent. And right in this building.”

“Thanks for everything,” Brooke said, glancing at the card. “I appreciate it.”

“You take care now,” he said to her, then turned to Nick. “I'll see you Friday.”

Nick nodded and when he walked away, Brooke walked up to the desk and spoke to the receptionist, taking out her checkbook. “What do I owe you?”

The receptionist shook her head. “There's no charge.”

“No charge? Really? But—”

Nick took her arm and led her away. “It's taken care of.”

“You paid for me?”

“Not exactly. The doc owes me and he just settled up the score.”

“What? I can't let you do that.” Her voice elevated enough to cause stares from the patients in the waiting room.

“It's done, Brooke. Trust me. He's getting off cheap. Come on, we have to go car seat shopping.”

Frustration rose and settled in her gut. She didn't want to make a scene in the waiting room, so she marched out of the office. She couldn't figure out why she was so angry with Nick. Ever since the accident, he'd been kind to her, so why did she want to lash out at him all the time? Was it because he could still push her internal buttons with a look or a smile? Was it because he was still the golden boy with all the money, good looks and charm one man could ask for? Or was it because he always seemed to be in control, always took care of things. He was someone she didn't want to rely on and yet, that's all she'd been doing lately was letting Nick make her life easy. It wouldn't last and she didn't want to get used to him being there for her. In the long run, she knew Nick couldn't be counted on.

Once they reached the parking lot, Nick took her hand and looked deep into her eyes. He was amazingly handsome and being near him complicated her life in ways she couldn't begin to deal with. She stilled from his touch, feeling a sharp jab of emotion, knowing she should pull her hand away.

“It's all yours,” he said, dropping the keys into her palms.

Brooke stared down at the keys, speechless.

“You want to drive, don't you?” he asked softly.

Brooke nodded, holding back tears. Why had she gotten so emotional? Maybe, because Nick Carlino had just given her a car.

A car.

She wouldn't fool herself into thinking that her culinary skills could have earned her enough to pay for this car. This was the nicest, most decent thing anyone had ever done for her. Her lips quivered.
Don't cry, Brooke. Don't cry.

But the more she tried to hold back, the more moisture pooled in her eyes. Then the dam broke and tears spilled down her cheeks.

Nick appeared puzzled, then he pulled her into his arms. “Hey,” he said quietly, tucking her head under his chin. He stroked her back. “It's just a car.”

“It's not just a car,” she blubbered, feeling like a fool and hating Nick for being so sweet. Why on earth couldn't he just be the bastard she'd hated all these years and leave her alone?

She clung to him for an awkward minute then pulled away. “It's more than a car…it's safety for Leah and my future, and—”

“Don't cry,” he said, lifting her chin and gazing at her. Her eyes were probably red and swollen, her nose all wet and ugly.

He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips.

It was a warm, sweet, gentle brushing of the lips meant to console and comfort. It did just that, making Brooke feel safe and protected. She sighed deeply and allowed soft feelings for Nick to filter in, just this once. Fighting them would be futile, so she surrendered to her emotions and took what he offered.

When he lowered his head again, ready to do more consoling, Brooke's nerves rattled, not because she didn't want him to kiss her again, but because she did. She turned her head into his chest, denying another kiss, and announced with a whisper, “Men don't like seeing women cry. They think they've done something wrong and don't know how to fix it.”

Nick cupped her chin gently and lifted her face to his. “Did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head. “No, you did something…nice.”

His gaze lowered to her mouth. “And for the record, that's not why I kissed you.”

She didn't want to know why he kissed her.

“I kissed you because you're a brave, honest woman who's been through a lot these past few days and…”

When he stopped speaking, Brooke searched his face, waiting. “And?”

Nick appeared slightly taken aback. He blinked and seemed a little flustered, then he moved away from her. “And, nothing. You looked like you needed a kiss, that's all.” He headed for the passenger side of the car. “Are you ready to test this baby or what?”

Surprised by Nick's sudden change of demeanor, Brooke had no choice but to bolster her emotions. She took a deep, cleansing breath. “You bet. I'm ready.”

She got into the car, put the key into the ignition and started the engine, then glanced at Nick. He looked at her
oddly for a moment as if he were trying to figure something out, then he pointed to the road. “It's all yours, Brooke.”

Sudden nerves took hold. Maybe she wasn't ready yet. Apprehension led to fear as she replayed the collision in her mind. The images rushed back to her fresh and vivid. She'd never been one for panic attacks, but she could see one happening now. “This is my first time behind the wheel since the accident.”

“First times can be rough. Just do what comes naturally and you'll do fine.” Nick sounded so confident.

“Really?” She nibbled on her lip.

“Gotta jump back onto that horse.”

“I'm afraid of horses,” she said.

Nick shook his head. “We'll remedy that another day. Right now, you're going to hold onto the steering wheel and put the car in gear, then gas it.” He was back to being bossy again.

“Okay, don't go getting smug on me. I know
how
to drive.”

Nick grinned. “That's my girl. Let's go.”

Brooke pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, doing what came naturally. Nick was right, she was doing fine. It was like riding a bike in some ways, everything seemed to come back to her and she'd overcome her initial fear.

“You've got it, Brooke,” he said after a minute on the road.

“Thanks.” She breathed a sigh of relief and wondered how she would have done without Nick sitting beside her, giving her courage. She felt more confident with each mile she drove. Now if she could only get the “that's my girl” comment out of her head, life would be peachy keen.

 

Nick helped Brooke install the car seat and was amazed at how intricate the danged thing was. Pull the strap here,
tug there, make sure it fits tight enough and after all their struggles, Brooke finally said, “I'm going to have a professional look at it. Make sure it's safe.”

“Doesn't look like it's going anywhere to me.” He gave a final tug.

“Just to be sure,” she said, staring at the car seat with concern. “Can't be too careful.”

Brooke looked cute with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her blonde curls falling past her shoulder, wearing an oversized T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops on her feet. She'd changed into different clothes once they'd returned home from Napa, calling them her “mommy clothes.” It shouldn't be a turn-on, Nick was used to women in slinky clothes that left little to the imagination. But on Brooke, the clothes suited her and he found no matter what she wore, he was more than mildly interested.

“Thanks for helping me get it into the car,” she said. “Maybe the experience will come in handy for you one day.”

Nick winced. “I doubt it.”

“You might change your mind. Don't be too sure of it, Nick.” She glanced at her watch. “What time do you usually eat dinner?”

“I'm usually through working at seven.”

“Okay, I'm going to surprise you tonight.”

“You always do,” he said and Brooke's soft laughter made him smile.

He thought back on their kiss this afternoon in the parking lot. That had been a surprise. It was nothing, something to soothe her fragile nerves, but he hadn't expected to be thrown for a loop by that kiss, or by holding her and bringing her comfort. Usually a master of self-control, Nick hadn't been able to stop himself and the rewards he'd reaped
were those of protecting and calming her. It had felt good, damn good in a way he hadn't experienced before.

He scoffed silently at the notion. Just hours ago, he'd made the deal of all deals with his brothers. He was so certain he'd win his bet, that he'd started making plans for his return to Monte Carlo in the fall. He had a house there and planned on moving in permanently once the renovations were done, hopefully by late September.

By then, Tony and Rena would have their child. Joe would have married Ali, and Nick would be free to come and go as he pleased.

With no ties and no one to account to but himself.

Nick's stomach grumbled as he admitted to himself that he was ready for home cooking again. His mother had been a great cook and he remembered as a child being lured into the kitchen by pungent aromas of garlic and rosemary and bread baking in the oven. His mother would hum a melodic tune as she prepared the family meals, happy to be nourishing her young family. She'd been a saint to simmer Santo's volcanic nature. When Nick's mom was alive, the house had been a home. Nick had almost forgotten what that felt like.

He'd been smart to hire Brooke for the time being. He was really looking forward to sitting down to a meal that hadn't been boxed up, frozen or delivered from a local restaurant.

At least that was one craving Brooke could satisfy while under his roof.

“I guess it's time to say good-bye to Nurse Jacobs,” Brooke said with a note of sadness. Brooke glanced down the driveway to where Leah was being strolled around the garden by her nurse. “She's a sweet woman.”

“Are you sure you don't need her a little longer?” he asked.

“I'm sure,” she said firmly. Bracing her hands on her hips next to the car, she hoisted her pretty chin. “I just drove you all over town. And installed my daughter's car seat. I'm fine, Nick.”

“Correction,
we
installed the car seat.”

“Fine, burst my bubble.
We
installed the car seat. But I really hate saying good-bye. And you know what's crazy? I don't even know her first name. She doesn't like it and wouldn't divulge it.”

“It's Prudence. I was warned not to call her Pru, Prudy or Trudy. Otherwise, she might walk out.”

Brooke's mouth gaped open for a second. Then she tossed her head back, giving way to spontaneous giggles that made Nick laugh too. She braced herself on the side of the car, her whole body jiggling as she tried to stifle her amusement.

Fully caught up in her laughter, Nick watched her breasts ride up and down her chest from underneath that loose shirt. He sidled next to her by the car. Her fresh citrus scent that reminded him of orange blossoms filled the air around her.

“I'm sorry,” she said amid another round of giggles. “It just struck me as funny. You should have seen the look on your face when you were telling me that.”

Nick smiled along with her. “Pretty unbelievable, isn't it?”