even close to his “type” for anything romantic, not that she wanted that, anyway. But alone with him and a baby? A baby that even now was cooing and smiling in her direction while Piers held it? That was akin to sheer torture.
“No, no radio.”
“Well, I plan to get right on that as soon as I get home. You can’t be stranded here like this. In fact, I’m not sure how an event like this is even covered under your protection insurance for the firm.”
“Faye, relax,” Piers instructed her with a wry grin. “We’re hardly about to die.”
“I am relaxed.”
“No, you’re not. You know, to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you relaxed.”
“Of course you have. I’m always relaxed at work.”
His brows lifted in incredulity. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she affirmed, averting her gaze from his perfectly symmetrical face with its quizzical expression and the similar expression on the infant so comfortable in his arms. For a man who had no experience with babies, he certainly looked very natural with this one.
Fay willed her heart rate back to normal. Right, so they had no external communication. It wasn’t her worst nightmare, but with a baby on hand it came pretty darn close. What if something went wrong and they needed medical assistance? What if—
The lights flickered.
“What was that?” she demanded.
“Just a flicker, that’s all. It’s perfectly normal, considering the weather. How about you show me how to do this diaper thing?”
“Diaper. Yes. Okay. Fine.” Faye looked around the room, searching for the tote bag. “Where’s the bag with his things?”
“It’s in the kitchen,” Piers said.
“Great.”
Faye marched in the direction of the kitchen and retrieved what she—correction, what Piers—would need, and detoured past the massive linen closet near the housekeeper’s quarters for a thick towel to lay the baby on. She wondered what Meredith, Piers’s housekeeper, would think of the situation when she arrived. When she actually could arrive, that was. Faye felt a flutter of panic in her chest again. She thought she’d overcome her anxiety issues years ago, but it was a little daunting to realize that all it took was being stranded with her boss and a baby and they all came flooding back.
“Okay,” she said on her return to the main room. “Pick a nice, flat spot and lay the towel down, double thickness.”
Piers took the towel from her and did as she instructed, spreading it with one hand on the sofa where he’d put Casey to sleep earlier.
“Good,” Faye said from her safe distance at the end of the couch. “Open the wipes container and put it next to where you’ll be working, then lay him down on the towel and undo the snaps that run along the inside of the legs of his onesie.”
“Okay, that’s not so bad so far,” Piers said.
“Keep one hand on his tummy. It’s a good habit to get into so when he starts to wriggle more, or roll over, he’s less likely to fall and hurt himself.”
“How do you know this stuff?” Piers asked, doing what he was told and looking up at her. “Jokes aside, I didn’t see anything about baby wrangling in your résumé.”
Faye ignored the question. Of course she did. She wasn’t about to launch into the bleeding heart story of her tragic past. The last thing she wanted from Piers was pity.
The last thing? What about the first? a tiny voice tickled at the back of her mind.
There was no first, she told herself firmly.
“Now, do you see the tapes on the sides of his diaper? Undo them carefully and pull the front of the diaper down and check for—”
A string of expletives poured from Piers’s lips. “What on earth? Is that normal?”
Faye couldn’t help it. She laughed out loud. As if he knew exactly what she found so funny—and he probably did—Casey gurgled happily under Piers’s hand.
“I’m sorry,” she said, getting herself back under control. “I shouldn’t laugh. Yes, it’s entirely normal when a child is on a liquid-only diet. His gut is still very immature and doesn’t process stuff like an older child begins to. Watch out, though, don’t let his feet kick into it.”
She continued with her instructions, stifling more laughter as Piers gagged when it came to wiping Casey’s little bottom clean. But that was nothing compared to his reaction to the water fountain the baby spouted right before he got the clean diaper on.
Faye couldn’t quite remember when she had last enjoyed herself so much. Her usually suave and capable boss—the lady slayer, as they called him in the office—was all fingers and thumbs when it came to changing a baby.
Eventually the job was done and Piers sat back on his heels with a look of accomplishment on his face.
“You do realize you’re probably going to have to do this about eight to ten times a day, don’t you?” Faye said with a wicked sense of glee. “Including at night if he doesn’t sleep through yet.”
“You’re kidding me, aren’t you? That took me, how long?”
“Fifteen minutes. But then, you’re a newbie at this. You’ll get faster as you get used to it.”
“No way. There aren’t enough hours in a day.”
“What else were you planning to do with your time? It’s not like you were planning to work this week.”
“Entertain my guests, maybe?”
“If we can’t get out, they can’t get in,” Faye reminded him, ignoring the little clench in her gut at the thought.
She hated the idea of being trapped anywhere, even if it was in a luxury ten-bedroom lodge in the mountains.
“True, but I expect once the storm blows through we’ll have the phones back, mobiles if not the landline, and we can call someone to come and clear the road and retrieve your car.”
“And then I can head back home,” she said with a heartfelt sigh.
“And then you can head home,” Piers agreed. He balanced Casey standing on his thighs, smiling at him as Casey locked his knees and bore his weight for a few seconds before his legs buckled and he sagged back down again.
“Why do you hate Christmas so much, Faye?”
“I don’t hate it,” she said defensively.
“Oh, you do.”
Piers looked
