marvelous taste.” When Cassie carried the bracelet to her mouth and began to gum it, Merideth smiled approvingly. “That’s right, darling. It’s only fitting that a princess should cut her teeth on gold.”
John Lee wasn’t sure what to make of all this, but damned if he was going to say or do anything to stop it! Merideth was holding Cassie, talking to her, even teasing her. This from the woman who, a little more than a week ago, couldn’t bring herself to so much as touch the baby.
Was it possible that she had reconsidered his proposal?
Cautiously, he eased up behind Merideth and peered over her shoulder as she pressed the tabs of the clean diaper in place. “You’re pretty good at that.”
Merideth favored him with a look that would have brought a lesser man to his knees. “Any fool can change a diaper, which only supports my claim that Mrs. Baker is incompetent. You should fire her.”
John Lee cocked his head in warning. “Merideth...”
“Oh, forget it.” She glanced around. “Where do you keep her clothes? You do have something other than these tacky T-shirts for her to wear, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.” He dug through a box of clothes sitting on the floor beside the crib, and pulled out a pink romper and held it up for her inspection. “Will this do?”
Merideth eyed it critically. “For now.” She took the garment and tugged it over Cassie’s head. “We’ll go shopping later.”
“Shopping?”
“Yes, shopping.”
“For what?”
“A new wardrobe.” She bent to lift Cassie from the crib and shifted her to her hip. “She’ll need furniture, too. A chest of drawers, a changing table and a rocker, of course.” She crossed to the window and opened the shutters, letting sunlight flood the room. Turning, she cocked her head, studying the walls, already mentally ripping the pictures from them. “And paint,” she added thoughtfully.
“Paint?” John Lee repeated, wondering what in the hell was going on, but afraid to ask.
“Yes. This room is much too dull. A baby needs color for stimulation. We’ll need to drive into Austin, and maybe even to San Antonio.”
“And when are we going to do this?”
“First thing in the morning. We’d go today,” she added, already thinking of fabrics and colors, “but I need to go home and pack a few things.”
“Pack a few things?” he repeated, beginning to feel like a parrot. “Are you planning on moving in?”
Merideth rolled her eyes. “Well, of course I am. Someone has to look after Cassie, and it’s obvious she—” she jerked her head toward the kitchen “—isn’t capable of the job. And you,” she added pointedly, “are too spineless to fire her.” She turned to Cassie, nuzzling her nose against the infant’s. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
In answer, Cassie caught Merideth’s cheeks between her chubby hands and pressed their noses closer together.
Laughing, Merideth gave her a quick hug before turning to John Lee. When her gaze met his, her frown returned.
“I suppose we should get a few details out of the way,” she said, her tone turning crisp. “I’ll take care of Cassie, but that’s it. I do not cook, clean or do laundry, including my own. I’ll sleep in your room, so that I can be nearby in case she cries out in the night, which of course means that you’ll need to move into one of the other bedrooms.”
Though the idea of giving up his room didn’t exactly please John Lee, he figured he could live with the inconvenience for a few months if it meant Merideth was going to be looking after Cassie. “Sounds fair enough. What else?”
“You’ll need to provide me with transportation, as I don’t own a car. I’m sure—”
John Lee’s eyes bugged out. “You don’t own a car?”
Merideth lifted a negligent shoulder. “In New York I never had need of one. The studio provided me with a chauffeured limousine.”
He could see her sliding into the back of a stretch limo and giving a driver orders in that snooty way of hers. The image suited her. But he figured he better let her know up front that she wasn’t in New York anymore where everyone danced to whatever tune she played. Or at the Double-Cross, where everyone spoiled her unmercifully.
“Well, sugar, I hate to tell you this,” he said sadly, “but there isn’t a limousine on the place. You’ll just have to use one of the farm trucks.”
Merideth crossed to him and patted his cheek, smiling sweetly. “Why, thank you, John Lee, for your generosity, but frankly I prefer the Porsche.”
Three
Scowling, John Lee trailed Merideth to the house loaded down with four shopping bags and a huge box containing, of all things, a life-size Raggedy Ann doll. He’d already made two trips, and it looked as if he’d be making at least two more before he’d transferred all Merideth’s purchases to the nursery.
The very thought made his knee throb in protest.
“Hurry up, John Lee,” Merideth called over her shoulder. “I want to get started on Cassie’s room as soon as possible.”
“Hurry up, John Lee,” he mocked, limping along behind her. “If you’re in such an all-fired hurry,” he grumped, “then why don’t you carry some of this crap?”
Merideth stopped and turned to look at him. “Because I have the baby.” Smiling sweetly, she pivoted and continued up the steps.
John Lee frowned at her back. “Why don’t I get to carry the baby?”
“Because that’s my job,” she reminded him. She opened the door, then shifted the sleeping Cassie to cradle her in her opposite arm so she could prop the door open with her hip. “Besides,” she added, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, “carrying those little old bags should be a snap for someone as big and strong as you.”
With a snort, John Lee pushed past her. “Save your breath,” he muttered. “I know you too well to be suckered by your sweet talk.”
Merideth let the door close behind her. “You consider that sweet talk?” she teased, as she followed him. “Darling, you don’t even know what sweet talk is.”
“And I don’t want to know,” he grumbled. He picked his way through the minefield of suitcases Merideth had dumped in his bedroom earlier that morning, then squeezed through the door connecting the bedroom to his den. After dropping the packages to the floor, he flexed his fingers, trying to get the blood running through them again. “The rest of that stuff can wait.”
“But, John Lee—”
“No buts,” he warned, wagging a finger beneath her nose. “If you want the rest of it in here, you can haul it. I’m done.” Having had his say, he turned and stalked from the room.
Merideth
