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“You can’t be serious?”
“Deadly. I don’t know what to do with him.”
“He’s a baby. You feed him, burp him, change him, put him to bed.”
“See! I didn’t know any of that.”
I laugh. “You so did.”
Shaking my head, I stare at the man I’ve lusted after since the moment I laid eyes on him. Strangely, the addition of a baby pressed against his hot body doesn’t detract from his appeal.
“Okay, fine.” He looks down at the baby held close to his chest, one big hand cradling the back of a tiny head, the other on an equally tiny, diaper-clad butt, proving he knows at least a little bit about babies. “I know the basics.”
“Then why do you need me to move in with you?” I’m not going to lie, his request sent a thrill through me but I quickly squash that nonsense.
“Because I can’t work, take care of him, and find out who his mother is without someone helping me.”
“Ah, right.” My fingers flex. “You want my skills.”
Easton’s gaze rakes me from head to toe and every hair on my body stands on end as though the look is a physical touch.
He’s had this effect on me from the moment we met, and while I tried—unsuccessfully—to ignore the way his looks send a jolt of electricity through me, I can admit our attraction seems to be more than sexual chemistry.
I like him.
He’s funny, and fun, and genuinely caring even when he’s rejected repeatedly.
“Please.” His gaze drills into mine. “I don’t know where he came from or why, but I can’t call the authorities. Not until I know why his mother thought leaving him here was the right thing. It can’t be random.”