Jake corrected himself again, in deference to the infant in his arms. Curbing his words was turning out to be a lot harder than he’d thought. “I forgot about the time difference,” he confessed. He was calling from New Orleans. His sister lived in Thunder Canyon, Montana. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I’ll call back in the morning.”
“No, no,” Erin insisted, her voice now clearer and insistent. “Don’t hang up.”
It was half a plea, half an order. Erin knew her older brother. She knew he could very well not call back in the morning. He’d sounded desperate just then. Who knew how long that would last? But while it did last, she could use it to her—and more importantly to Jake’s—advantage.
Jake could be incredibly stubborn at times and making him see reason was not always an easy matter—or one that was very readily accomplished. She couldn’t afford to allow this opportunity to slip right through her fingers.
“My offer to help still stands, Jake. You and the baby can stay with Corey and me for as long as you need to,” she told him, referring to her brand-new husband. Like the rest of the family, he’d been there for the wedding, and then had gone back to New Orleans. “Lord knows we’ve got plenty of room here.”
Jake laughed shortly. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the offer—he did—it was just that he wasn’t so self-centered or desperate that he couldn’t put himself into his new brother-in-law’s position.
“That’ll sure endear me to my new brother-in-law,” he told his sister. “Nothing like having a third—and part of a fourth—party around as you’re trying to adjust to married life.”
Erin had to concede that her brother had a point. “Okay, maybe you’re right, but this isn’t a small house,” she pointed out. “You could stay here for weeks and we wouldn’t even know you were here. Besides, I can help you out taking care of my new niece.”
Jake sighed. In a moment of desperation, he’d been selfish and he knew it. “You have a life, too, Erin,” he pointed out. And he couldn’t just impose on it because he found himself drowning.
Even when he was saying “yes”—tantamount to agreeing with her—her brother could be difficult. Actually, she should have expected this, Erin thought. But she was not about to allow Jake to talk himself out of coming back to Thunder Canyon. The bottom line was that Jake needed help and he had admitted it, however fleetingly.
“Family comes first,” Erin reminded him. It was a principle she believed in with her whole heart, as did Corey. “Besides, I know a great babysitter who can pinch-hit when you need a break and I’m not available.”
“A babysitter?” he echoed, saying the word with great disdain. “What, pay some teenager an arm and a leg while she’s on her cell phone all night, twittering—”
“Tweeting,” Erin corrected patiently. Even though she’d be the first to acknowledge how smart Jake was and how street-savvy he could be, her brother was a babe in the woods when it came to anything electronic.
“Whatever,” he dismissed impatiently. “Or some old woman who smells like cats and falls asleep the second I close the front door?” he continued, then dismissed both with a “No, thanks.”
“Calista Clifton isn’t a teenager,” Erin informed him of the young woman she was thinking of. “And she doesn’t smell like cats. She’s bright, cheerful and comes from a huge family, so she’s no stranger to baby spit-up or diapers. You’ll like her,” Erin promised, for now not bothering to cite the young woman’s other credits or mention her incredible work ethic. There was no response on the other end of the line. “Hello? Hello? Jake, are you there?”
His sister’s voice roused him.
Jake realized that he was no longer looking at anything. Jerking, his eyes flew open.
It was at that moment that he realized that the water in the saucepan had almost boiled completely away and that he’d just dropped the phone receiver he’d been holding on the counter. He’d literally been asleep on his feet and the receiver had slipped out of his fingers.
Snatching it up, he pressed the receiver against his ear.
He didn’t bother with an explanation, or apologizing. It would only give Erin more of an upper hand than he was already giving to her.
“Yeah, I’m still here,” he answered.
Pressing his ear against the receiver, he tried to hold it in place using his head, neck and shoulder as he twisted the dial to the off position and moved the saucepan over to another burner.
Jake stifled a yelp as the metal handle he’d grabbed burned the center of his palm. The pain shot up to the roots of his hair.
Sucking in a steadying breath he pushed beyond the pain and said, “Okay, you talked me into it. I’ll take a leave of absence and come up. You can get this Callous person—”
“Calista,” Erin corrected.
“Yeah, her,” he agreed. And then the policeman inside him came out as he added, “But I want to interview her before I let her watch Marlie.”
He heard his sister laugh. The warm sound was comforting. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, big brother.”
She didn’t really need the money.
Between her summer internship for her cousin Bo Clifton, who just happened to be the mayor of Thunder Canyon, and her part-time job clerking at the Tattered Saddle, the local antique store, her finances, though not exactly overflowing, were in relatively decent shape. And what with the two jobs, free time wasn’t exactly hanging heavily on Calista Clifton’s hands.
But the fact of the matter was she really liked children, especially babies. And she also liked the feeling she got when she helped people. So it was hard for her to say no to the situation, as Erin Traub explained it to her, involving Erin’s older brother because it actually encompassed both a baby and helping.
Even so, the thing that had ultimately cinched it for her was when Erin’s brother, Jake Castro, walked into the room. She’d agreed to meet him and was sitting in Erin’s spacious, sun-drenched living room when Jake came in holding his seven-month-old daughter in his arms.
If she was being honest, Calista would have had to admit that she’d noticed the baby belatedly. But that was only because Jake Castro was quite possibly the most incredibly handsome man who had ever crossed her path.
He was certainly handsome enough to cause her stomach muscles to tighten more than a little and for her palms to grow just the slightest bit damp. The latter hadn’t happened to her since she was sixteen years old and had that wild crush on the captain of the football team—a guy who had turned out to be as empty and soulless as he was handsome.
Jake didn’t look as if he was guilty of being empty or soulless. Not from the way he held that baby.
“It wouldn’t be very often,” Jake was saying to her after Erin had made the introductions and stated what they hoped her role would be in this situation, then slipped away so they could get acquainted. “Maybe once or twice a week at most, but—”
There was no need for him to try to convince
