her. She’d like to hear that sound more often, then chastised herself for having any thoughts of a personal nature about him.
“While you finish dressing him, I’ll get rid of this.” She took the soiled diaper and headed for a door she could see across the room, thinking it was the bathroom, but it led to an office where he could work at home. “Oops. Wrong room.”
“The bathroom’s behind me. I didn’t realize it was your destination.” By now he was holding Jamie against his shoulder again. They really did look gorgeous together.
Reese averted her eyes and moved past him before opening the door to the elegant bathroom. She put the diaper on the marble counter, madly compiling a mental list of all the things they would need to make his apartment baby friendly.
After washing her hands, she came out again and said, “Do you know my whole family could fit in there comfortably?” His lips twitched. When they did that, he didn’t look as stressed and was too attractive by far. “How many bedrooms are there besides this one?”
“There’s one across the hall from my room, and one at the other end of the apartment.”
“I’ve been thinking. Would it be possible to move your office to that other bedroom, or to somewhere else in the apartment entirely? ”
He cocked his dark head. “Anything’s possible.”
“It’s just that your office is the perfect size for a nursery because it has a door leading into your room as well as the hall. If you put Jamie in there, he’d be close to you. I assume that’s what you want. As for me, I could stay across the hall where I could hear him, too. I don’t know about you, but when I was growing up, I didn’t like being isolated from my parents.”
He stared at her so hard, she couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind, but it made her worry she might have overstepped her bounds. “What do you think?” she prodded quietly.
“It’s a brilliant idea, one I would never have thought of.”
“Oh, good.” Reese was amazed he would admit something like that. Most men had too much pride. She liked that quality about him very much. To her alarm, she realized, there wasn’t anything about this man she didn’t like.
Why hadn’t his wife fixed up a nursery before the baby was born? Had they lived somewhere else? Maybe he’d only recently moved in here, but why hadn’t he brought everything for the baby with him?
Whatever the answer, you would have thought his wife would have taken on the job of getting prepared for a baby, but she was gone now. All he had was Reese.
“I tell you what. If you want to stay here with Jamie, maybe you could ask your driver to take me to a store where I can get all the things we need in one stop? It’ll take a limo to bring back everything we require in a single trip.”
When he didn’t respond she said, “Or else I’ll make a list for you and you buy everything while I tend the baby? Later we can move furniture and get everything set up. It’s kind of fun to do together. Jamie can watch us. He’s very bright and alert. By tonight we’ll have this place transformed and he’ll know he’s home with his daddy.”
She watched him reach in his pocket for his cell phone. “I’ll call Paul and tell him to meet you out in front. He’ll take you to a place where I have an account. Buy whatever we need. When you get back, the concierge will arrange to get everything upstairs.”
To not have to worry about money would be a first in her life. Since it was for Jamie, she would take his father at his word and enjoy her shopping spree.
“After you’ve returned I’ll ask the chef to send up a meal for us. Are you allergic to anything?”
Chefs, a doorman, a concierge, no ceiling on expenditures—One could get used to this instantly.
“No, but thank you for asking. Are there certain foods you can’t tolerate, Mr. Wainwright?”
“No.”
“What about the baby?”
“So far no problems that I know of.”
“Thank goodness. Excuse me for a minute while I freshen up in my bedroom.”
She reached for the suitcase and briefcase and carried them across the hall to the other bedroom done in an opulent Mediterranean decor. It had its own ornate en suite bathroom with two sinks. She would use one of them to bathe Jamie. Afterward she couldn’t wait to wrap him up in the plush lavender towels hanging from a row of gilded hooks.
Reese looked around, incredulous that this was happening. Her thoughts darted to her employer. How was is it possible she’d be sleeping across the hall from the most fabulous man she’d ever met in her life?
After Ms. Chamberlain left the apartment, Nick fed the baby another bottle. He’d watched the nurse burp Jamie and had gotten that part down right. Once Jamie fell asleep, Nick laid him in the center of the bed and put the quilt over him. In the process he noticed the time on his watch. It was after three. The day had gotten away from him completely.
He reached for his cell phone and called the office. “Uncle Stan?”
“Where have you been? I need to discuss the Grayson merger with you. I’ve run into a snag and want your help.”
“I’m aware of that, but it won’t be possible today or tomorrow. Can’t you talk to Uncle Phil?”
“He’s at the dentist getting a new crown this afternoon.”
“Then ask Greg.”
“He doesn’t know all the ins and outs. It’s too tricky for him.”
“Nevertheless I can’t come in the office until Monday.”
“That might be too late, Nicky.” His father’s younger brother had always been an alarmist.
“Sorry, but it can’t be helped.”
“Since when? I don’t understand.”
No. He wouldn’t. His uncle and aunt had been childless. “Today I brought Jamie home for good.”
There was a deafening silence. “I thought he—”
“He’s been with his grandparents too long as it is,” he broke in.
“But how will you manage?”
So far … better than Nick had thought possible. “I’ve hired a nanny.” A totally feminine, beautiful, unexpected young woman. The image of her clutching Jamie to her while they were still in the limo—as if she was the mother—refused to leave his mind.
“I had no idea you’d even been looking for one. Your father never said a word.”
“He and Mother were already in Cannes when I made the decision.”
“I hear a decent one is almost impossible to come by. Is she over forty? ”
His patience was running out. “Why do you ask?”
