English Girl in New York by Scarlet Wilson Page B

baby okay?’ Straight to the point as usual. Did she ever stop—just for a second?
    He took a deep breath. ‘We’re not sure. Abraham looks kinda yellow. Carrie thinks he might be jaundiced.’
    â€˜Who is Abraham?’
    â€˜The baby. Who did you think I was asking about?’
    â€˜Oh, so you’ve given him a name. Abraham—I like it.’
    â€˜I’m glad I’ve got your approval. What about his colour?’
    â€˜More common in breastfed babies—but not unusual. It could be jaundice.’ It was clear she was thinking out loud. ‘Could be serious if it’s appeared within twenty-four hours of birth—but then we don’t know that, do we?’
    â€˜So what do we do now?’
    â€˜Ideally, I’d like to check him over and draw some blood.’
    â€˜Well, that’s not gonna happen any time soon. What should we do in the meantime?’
    â€˜Monitor him—I mean, watch him. Make sure he feeds regularly and he’s not too sleepy. Don’t be afraid to wake him up to feed him. Let him get some natural light onto his skin. Put his crib next to the window and keep a close eye on his colour. If you think it’s getting worse—or he has any other symptoms—phone me, straight away. Check the whites of his eyes. If they start to turn yellow you need to call me.’
    Dan couldn’t help it. He lifted a sleepy eyelid immediately, much to the disgust of Abraham, who squealed loudly at being disturbed.
    Shana let out a laugh at the other end of the phone. ‘If he’s that annoyed, he’s doing okay. But let me know if you’re concerned.’ She ended the call abruptly—probably a thousand other things to do.
    Dan stared at the receiver in his hand. ‘She never even told me if she contacted social services,’ he murmured.
    â€˜Probably too busy.’ He jumped at the quiet voice in his ear. He should have realised she’d stepped closer to him. The wave of wild flowers seemed like her trademark scent.
    He held his breath. Did she realise she was standing so close? Was there something, somewhere that kept pulling them closer together? Because it sure felt like it.
    Her gaze dropped to the floor and he was sorry, because he liked when she was so close he could see the other little flecks of colour in her cornflower-blue eyes. Tiny little fragments of green that you could only see up close. She tugged at the bottom of her sweater, obviously feeling a little self-conscious.
    â€˜I heard a little of that,’ she said. ‘Shall I move his crib over to the window?’
    He nodded and she moved swiftly, pulling all the blinds up completely and drowning the room in the reflected brilliant white light from outside. He flinched, his hand on Abraham’s back. ‘Wow. Well, if that can’t beat a bit of jaundice I don’t know what will.’
    She turned around and shot him a killer smile.
    His reactions were automatic. Abraham was put down in the brightly lit crib and Dan found himself standing right at her side.
    He was obviously going stir-crazy. Being trapped in his apartment with a beautiful lady was playing havoc with his senses. He was going to have to try and find some other way to distract himself.
    All his usual self-control was flying out the window around Carrie McKenzie and he had no idea why.
    She was hiding something from him. And who could blame her? They hardly knew each other. He couldn’t expect her to tell him her every dark secret.
    But Dan’s instincts were good. Probably due to his experiences as a child. Experiences that had affected his ability to form real, trusting relationships with women.
    So why was it that the first time he ever really wanted to get to know someone, he picked the one woman who was clearly hiding something? Was he crazy?
    He had to do something—anything—to distract himself from all this. ‘Any plans today, Carrie?’
    She