Yuletide Baby Bargain. Allison Leigh
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He grabbed the container of formula and the bottle. Not that he knew what to do with them. “Why do you want to call your uncle?”
“He’s a pediatrician,” she answered as if it should be obvious. She’d laid the baby on the antique bench situated against one wall of the living room. Even though the baby’s legs and arms were waving around, Maddie competently peeled back the neck-to-toe outfit, revealing a tiny white T-shirt that didn’t reach past the baby’s rosy belly and a fat-looking disposable diaper. “Poor thing is soaked.” She sent him a chastising look as she slipped a fresh diaper under the existing one.
“Save that look for the person who dumped off the kid on my front porch.”
She pulled out a wet wipe from the plastic container. “How long do you think she’d been there before you got home?”
“God only knows.” His first reaction when he’d realized what was on his porch had been to call the police. He’d had his phone in his hands when he’d spotted the note tucked next to the kid’s head.
After reading it, he’d learned that the little girl’s name was Layla and that she belonged to Jax. Supposedly. Which meant there was no way he could call the police.
And there was no way to reach Jax, either, since he’d found his brother’s cell phone sitting dead in the kitchen where Jax had forgotten it.
He’d found the phone a week ago.
But his brother had been gone longer than that.
He focused on the top of Maddie’s head while she undid the wet diaper.
He knew she still hated him. And why. But even if he’d had to do things over again, he would still choose the same path.
“I was busy all day at the office. Worked there until about seven, then went straight on to a dinner engagement.” It was as good a way as any to describe the irritating evening spent with his parents. They’d thrown a party, celebrating their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.
Linc might have celebrated it, too, if he didn’t know what a joke their marriage really was. If Blake Swift wasn’t cheating on Jolene, then Jolene was cheating on Blake. Except for the delight they took in making each other miserable, Linc still couldn’t understand why they remained together. He also would have accused Jax of making a getaway before the party, except Linc knew perfectly well that his brother couldn’t care less what their parents did.
“There was nobody here at the house to notice anything?”
“No.”
She’d finished diapering the baby. She kept her palm on the baby’s chest as she glanced up at him. “No?”
He frowned. Her pretty eyes were as dark as chocolate and yet the doubt in them was as clear as a spotlight. Another thing that hadn’t changed over the years. Everything going on inside Maddie’s head was broadcast through those expressive eyes. Her two sisters had the exact same eyes—the exact same looks, in fact, since they were identical triplets—but he’d never thought their emotions were as transparent as Maddie’s.
And he’d never looked at Greer or Ali and felt a slow burn inside.
“Who do you think should have been here?”
She looked back at the baby. “I figured you’d have a housekeeper or something.” She slipped the baby’s kicking legs back into her stretchy clothes. “At least she seems to have been warm enough. I don’t see any signs of frostbite. She still needs an exam, though.” She folded the used diaper and wipe into a ball, secured it with the sticky diaper tapes and held it out.
He was glad his hands were full. He lifted them—formula can in one, empty bottle in the other.
She rolled her eyes and picked up the baby, nestling her in one arm as she stood. “Kitchen still in the same place?” Not waiting for an answer, she walked past him and around the staircase.
He followed. “Where would it have gone?”
She ignored the question. When she reached the kitchen, she tossed the diaper into the trash bin located in the walk-in pantry, then returned to stop in front of him. She took the can from his fingers and set it on the wide soapstone-topped island. Then she took the bottle and before he knew it, she was holding out the baby.
Layla watched him with wide blue eyes. She was going at the pacifier as if it might actually produce milk.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Linc!” Maddie sounded exasperated. “Just take her. She won’t break.”
He wasn’t so sure. He gingerly placed his hands near Maddie’s, underneath the baby’s arms. As soon as he did, Maddie moved hers away. She went to the sink and turned on the water to wash her hands.
The baby was a lot lighter than he expected, considering how heavy she’d been when strapped inside the car seat.
She opened her mouth, the pacifier dropped out and she let out an ear-piercing wail. For such a tiny thing, she made a helluva racket.
He wasn’t a man who panicked easily, yet that was all he’d done since he’d realized there was a baby on his doorstep.
“Nope.” He pushed the kid back at Maddie. “No way.”
“Oh, for the love of Pete.” She took the baby back. “Get me the pacifier.”
It had rolled under the scrolled wooden edge of the island. He grabbed it, handing it to her.
“Wash it, would you please?” She handed him the bottle. “And this, too.”
He joined her at the sink. “Aren’t they supposed to be sterilized or something?”
“In a perfect world, probably. But who knows what other conditions this baby has endured. For now, hot water and a good wash with soap will have to do.” Without waiting for him to finish washing the pacifier and bottle, she tucked one wet finger into the baby’s mouth.
The crying stopped.
But that was the only bit of relief he got.
“Now that my hands are busy, you can make her a bottle,” Maddie ordered. “Directions are on the side of the can.”
He peered at the small print on the can. He’d left his reading glasses in his jacket and it was impossible to read.
Maddie was pacing around the island, bouncing the baby a little with each step. “How do you know for sure she’s Jax’s baby, anyway? Do you know her name?”
“Layla. And of course she’s Jax’s.”
“He told you?”
“He didn’t have to.” Glad for the excuse, he left the can on the counter and went back out to the foyer. When he returned, he had his reading glasses as well as the note. He unfolded it and spread it on the counter so she could see. “This was stuck in the car seat with her.”
Maddie pursed her lips as she studied the single line of looping handwriting. “Jaxie, please take care