a scandal that could be,” he said. “Princess Fredericka imports forbidden bacon.”
She slid a quelling glance at him, then chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. I could be importing so much worse.”
He swallowed the rest of his sandwich and nodded. He brushed off his hands. “So right. Time for bed?”
She met his gaze and choked on her sandwich.
Treat smacked her on her back. He wondered if he should perform the Heimlich.
Ericka coughed then stepped away from him. “I’m fine,” she insisted, coughing.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, still coughing.
He poured a glass of water and offered it to her.
Ericka sipped it then took a shallow breath. “I think you’re right. It’s time to go to bed.”
Treat nodded. “Let me know if you need me for anything.”
“I’m fine, Mr. Walker,” she said.
“Call me Treat,” he said.
“Treat?” she echoed and shook her head. “What an interesting name.”
“Montreat,” he said. “The name was shortened.”
“Oh,” she said, and then nodded.
“Kinda like Fredericka was shortened to Ericka.”
“Interesting,” she said. “Mr. Walker. Good night.”
“Good night, Princess Fredericka,” he said.
“I need to clean up,” she said.
“I can do that,” he said. “Go on up to bed. You need your sleep.”
She paused a moment. “If you insist, Mr. Walker.”
“Treat,” he corrected.
She paused a long moment. “Treat,” she finally said in a soft voice. The sound of his name from her lips did something to him. He would have to figure that out later.
“Night,” he said as he watched her leave the room. Treat cleaned the pan and dishes then prowled the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later, he heard the sound of Leo crying. He knew Ericka would get up and cradle her baby. He also knew she needed rest.
Treat climbed the stairs. He nearly bumped into Ericka.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered.
“I’m checking on your baby,” he said.
“I can take care of that,” she told him.
“But maybe you shouldn’t,” he said. “Even Saint Ericka needs a rest.”
She scowled at him. “I’ve never said I’m a saint.”
“Then stop trying to look like one,” he said. “Go back to bed.”
“Who will hold Leo?” she asked.
“I will,” he said.
“You?” she asked. “You look like you would be better with a football.”
“Football, baby, they’re close to the same.”
“A baby is close to a football?” she said, clearly alarmed.
“I’m joking,” he said. “I’ve rocked a baby before. Trust me.”
“Why should I?” she asked.
“Your brother did,” he said. “He vetted me six times from Sunday.”
Ericka sighed, clearly so weary she could hardly stand. “Just for a few minutes,” she said. “Just a few minutes. Then wake me up. I can handle this.” She turned toward her room and Treat felt a crazy quiet sense of victory as he entered the nursery and picked up the baby.
Ericka awakened in the night and listened for sounds from the baby monitor. Nothing. She stared up at the ceiling then closed her eyes and told herself she should go back to sleep. Leo wasn’t crying. All was well.
Except the football player was looking after her baby. Rising and pushing her covers aside, she shook her head at herself. She must have been out of her mind to put Leo in his care. Rushing to the nursery, she carefully pushed the door open and saw Treat moving the beam of a flashlight against the ceiling. He saw her and lifted his fingers to his lips to urge her to remain quiet.
Ericka looked at Leo whose sleepy gaze followed the light. His eyelids drooped then opened then finally closed. She tilted her head and looked at Treat in silence. He placed the flashlight on the small dresser then stood and ushered her out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.
“What was that about?” she asked.
“I told you he might like more light,” he said.
“That’s why I put a nightlight in there,” she said.
“I think he likes something more active. It’s a challenge to track a moving light. He’s a smart little guy,” he said.
Ericka took in Treat’s last words and it was all she could do not to burst into tears. Although she believed Leo was smart, she hadn’t heard anyone else say those exact words. He’d been called beautiful and alert, but no one had called him smart. Ericka bit her lip, determined to pull her emotions in check. “Yes, he is smart,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Thank you for looking after him. It’s not really your job.”
“I don’t require a lot of sleep,” he said.
“I envy you that,” she muttered. Suddenly she realized how close he stood to her. She could smell the faint scent of soap and shampoo. He was so tall, she thought, and told herself she found that fact off-putting. She looked into his eyes and her stomach took a strange dip. What was that? She took a quick short breath and looked away. “You can go to bed. Nanny and I should be able to handle it now. Thank you again.”
“No problem,” he said, and walked past her down the hallway to the front door. He slept in the small guest suite. Attached to the cottage, the suite had its own door. For a moment, she wondered what he did all day in that suite when he wasn’t figuring out new ways to protect her and Leo. It occurred to her that all that solitary confinement would make her batty. Sure, she enjoyed quiet moments enjoying art. She especially missed those moments lately, but Ericka needed human connection. She wondered if Treat did.
Suddenly realizing she’d been thinking about him for at least three full moments, she shook her head and reminded herself that she didn’t care if Treat needed human connection or not. She just wanted him to stay
