pushed back the covers and hurried across the hall. Her heart, which had been pounding furiously against her ribs, settled into a more normal rhythm when she found her nephew in the crib, sleeping soundly.
She didn’t believe for a minute that he was still sleeping. More likely, Cody had been up at 6 a.m.—as was his habit—and was now down for his second nap of the day. And because he was napping, she decided to steal a few more minutes for herself and indulge in a hot shower.
And it was an indulgence. She had no idea how old or new the house was, but it was apparent that the bathroom had been recently renovated with a mosaic tile floor and glass-walled shower. She stood for a long time beneath the rainfall shower head, letting the warm water wash over her body, easing the tension and aches in her muscles.
She used the shampoo and bodywash in the enclosure, as her own toiletries were in the duffel bag that she’d left in her car. Which meant that the change of clothes she’d packed for her overnight stay at her sister’s apartment was still in the car, too.
As she wrapped herself in a thick, fluffy towel from the heated rack, she considered that ranching was obviously a much more lucrative profession than teaching. Not that she’d ever trade her class of kindergarteners for a field of cows, but she suspected that her sister might not have been so quick to discount the idea of spending her life with a cowboy if she’d known Wilder was a wealthy cowboy.
Of course, thinking about Leighton led to worrying about Leighton, even though Beth knew it was an exercise in futility. She had no way of getting in touch with her sister, so all she could do was monitor her social media accounts, check in with her friends and wait for Leighton to contact her—and ensure that Cody was taken care of while he waited for his mom to come back.
Because Leighton would come back. Notwithstanding what she’d written in the note she’d left with Cody, Beth knew that her sister wouldn’t abandon her baby. She loved him too much.
Reassured by this internal pep talk, Beth toweled off and got dressed in her old clothes. As she finished towel-drying her hair, she heard voices across the hall in her nephew’s temporary bedroom.
No, only one voice, she realized.
Deep and masculine, murmuring in a quiet tone.
Wilder’s voice.
Her heart skipped a beat then, as it had the night before when he’d appeared in the door: six-feet-plus of rugged masculinity that, even in her worried and sleep-deprived state, she couldn’t help but respond to.
She’d had two brief conversations with him: the first on the telephone, when he’d called looking for Leighton, and the second last night, when she’d arrived at the ranch, unannounced and uninvited. Although she should have been expected, as she’d told him she’d be on her way to Rust Creek Falls to get her nephew as soon as possible. Regardless, Wilder had been more hospitable than she’d had any right to expect.
Or maybe he’d been relieved to see her. Because standing in the doorway of the room across the hall, it was obvious to Beth that this cowboy had absolutely no clue how to take care of a baby.
“I know you can’t do this on your own,” Wilder said to the baby. “But is it too much to ask for just a little bit of cooperation?”
Of course Cody didn’t respond, and Beth stayed quiet, too, watching as Wilder struggled to get the baby’s legs out of his sleeper, opting to stretch the fabric rather than attempt to bend his limbs.
When that was finally done, he unsnapped the fasteners of the onesie and peeled it back to reveal the diaper.
“Or maybe this is some kind of test that only someone worthy of being called Mommy or Daddy can figure out,” Wilder considered, as he opened the Velcro tabs. “And I think it’s pretty obvious to both of us by now that I’m not worthy.”
Beth wanted to say something then, to reassure the handsome cowboy that everyone struggled with parenting tasks in the beginning. But before she could find the right words, he pulled the diaper away and reached down to retrieve a clean one from the bag on the floor.
Cody responded as most baby boys would when his private parts were exposed to the fresh air, and Wilder yelped in surprise at the stream that fountained into the air.
Beth couldn’t help it—she laughed.
The sound caught the attention of Cody and Wilder, and they both turned to the doorway. But while the baby smiled in recognition, the man looked so miserably unhappy she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, at least a little.
She swallowed another chuckle as she stepped into the room. “Is this your first time changing a diaper?”
“No,” he denied, and blew out a breath. “I just don’t expect him to do that every single time.”
“You need to keep baby boys covered,” she told him.
“How am I supposed to keep him covered and change his diaper?” Wilder grumbled, rummaging through the bag again.
“It isn’t that difficult,” she said. “You just don’t remove the wet diaper until you have a dry one ready.”
He sighed wearily and shoved the diaper bag aside. “And apparently that was the last clean undershirt thing.”
“I packed some things for Cody before I left Leighton’s apartment,” Beth said. “But the bag’s still on the passenger seat in my car.”
“If you don’t mind keeping an eye on him for a few minutes, I’ll go get it for you,” Wilder said.
“The keys are in my coat pocket,” she told him.
He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
While he was gone, she stripped Cody out of his damp clothes and put a clean diaper on him, chatting with him the whole while. Or chatting to him, as her nephew didn’t respond except with happy gurgles and excited kicks. But those were enough for Beth to know that he was glad to see her.
After wrapping Cody in a blanket to keep him warm until Wilder returned, she sat with him in the rocking chair and rummaged through the diaper bag.
“It doesn’t look like your mama thought to pack you any toys or books,” she remarked. “Hopefully that’s because she doesn’t plan on being gone for too long.”
Although the note Leighton had written suggested otherwise, Beth refused to believe that her sister would leave Cody for more than a few days. It was more likely, she reasoned, that her sister had made the trip to Montana so that Cody could meet his dad, and the long journey with the baby had pushed her beyond the limits of her patience.
But Beth still didn’t understand what had compelled her sister to contact the man now. Or why she hadn’t mentioned her plans to Beth. Especially when they’d made arrangements to celebrate Cody’s first Christmas together.
“I couldn’t imagine any reason she would want to bring you to Montana,” Beth admitted. “But now that I’ve met the very handsome cowboy who might be your daddy, I think I’m beginning to understand.”
“So you do think I’m handsome.”
Beth glanced up
