Curves and the All-American Male (BBW Western Romance - Coldwater Springs 7) by Jenn Roseton

“This will be fun,” Lori told herself, unclenching her hands from the steering wheel. She turned off the ignition and looked at the white weatherboard farmhouse house she’d parked in front of. Sarah McCord, her new friend and fellow teacher, had asked her to babysit tonight. Lori hadn’t had much experience with babies, but she couldn’t refuse her friend. Although she’d only seen baby Jessica a few times, she was sweet. Besides, what else did she have to do tonight besides watch crime show reruns on TV or read a book?
    As she got out of the car, she pulled her jacket closer around her to ward off the cool evening breeze. The pink-gold streaks of the September sunset caught her attention for a few seconds, before she walked up the path to the front door.
    Pressing the doorbell, she heard its chime echo through the house. Nervous butterflies swooped in her stomach. What if the baby wouldn’t stop crying? What if--
    The door opened.
    “Lori!” Although they’d seen each other at school today, Sarah hugged her. “Thanks for doing this. I can’t remember the last time Chase and I had a night out.”
    “And on a school night,” Lori teased. Her friend’s black dress complimented her curves in a sexy yet tasteful way. Sarah’s long dark hair was curled at the ends and her subtle makeup emphasized her brown eyes. “You look great.”
    “So do you.” Sarah urged her inside.
    Lori looked down at her own curvy figure encased in black pants and a blue sweater. She’d dressed to be comfortable tonight, including wearing flats, in case she had to change a diaper or feed the baby. She just hoped Sarah would give her a crash course if that was required.
    “Hi Chase.” Lori smiled at Sarah’s husband as she stepped inside the house. Tall and ruggedly handsome with charcoal hair, he wore smart gray dress slacks with a blue shirt and matching gray blazer. She’d met him on two occasions, and each time she could tell he and Sarah were blissfully happy.
    “Thanks for coming, Lori.” Chase grinned, wrapping an arm around Sarah’s waist. “We’re looking forward to tonight.”
    “I’m glad I can help.” Lori glanced around the comfortably furnished living room - cream walls, brown sofa with matching armchairs, and a mahogany coffee table. “Where’s Jessica?”
    “She’s sleeping.” Sarah gestured to the hall. “I’ll show you. Hopefully she’ll sleep through until we get home, but if she doesn’t …”
    “Don’t worry. Just tell me what I need to do.” Trying to sound confident, Lori followed her friend to the baby’s bedroom.
    Sarah and Lori tiptoed inside the white and yellow room.
    “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Sarah whispered, love shining on her face as she looked at her sleeping baby.
    “Yes,” Lori whispered back, not wanting to disturb the eleven month old.
    For a second, a pang of longing clutched her heart. Would she ever meet the man of her dreams and start a family? Although she was only twenty-six and had at least twelve more childbearing years left, sometimes she wondered if it would ever happen to her. The way it had happened for Sarah. And the new friends she’d made through Sarah. They’d all found their Mr. Right. Would she?
    “I’ve fed her, so the only thing you have to worry about is changing her diaper. And only if she wakes up.” Sarah gestured to the white changing table near the crib. “Everything’s set out for you. And the diaper pail is right here.”
    A stack of diapers, plus wipes and ointment were lined up neatly. By the side of the table was a pail for disposing of the soiled diapers.
    “Great.” She hadn’t changed a diaper before, but surely there couldn’t be much involved?
    “If you need anything, call me on my cell. I’ll have it turned on. We’ll be at The Petite Duck, the new French restaurant. And help yourself to anything in the fridge.”
    “Okay.” Lori nodded. “But I’m sure I won’t need to call you.”
    They returned to the living