stately name.” Kelsey smiled up at him.
He hadn’t thought of it that way before. “It is. Earl is in honor of our grandfather.”
She nodded, her gaze clouding over before she looked away. “Most moms spend hours in these.”
“Not nannies?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Depends on the client,” she said. “And the age of the child.” She moved on, apparently unconcerned about rocking chairs now that she knew he had one.
Fox plucked the tag from the rocker she’d admired and followed in her wake. At last they seemed to be done, just as the baby started fussing.
“You’ve got this?” Kelsey asked, lifting the baby from the seat.
He nodded, and she carried the baby and the diaper bag away. He worked with the checkout clerk, somehow surviving the constant stream of happy chatter. “These too,” he said, handing over the tags for the portable cribs, a changing table and the rocking chair.
“One for Grandma’s house, right? That’s smart.”
He didn’t bother to correct her. “Thanks.” His parents were long dead and he’d never thought of Mara as grandma material, though she happily doted on the grandchildren she had.
His eyes nearly crossed when the register displayed the final total as he pulled the credit card from his wallet.
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