suspect something? Did he want to pry more secrets out of her?
If only things were simpler! Aside from the complications, snuggling on the couch with Wyatt and the baby sounded like a little bit of heaven.
Still cradling Mikey, she settled against the cushions. Wyatt sat down beside her. His arm lay across the back of the couch, not quite touching her. He was probably thinking of Chloe, who could wander out of her room at any time.
Clicking the remote, he switched on a local channel. “I wanted to get the weather report,” he said. “We might be getting snow—and snow is our business here. Do you ski?”
Leigh shook her head. “By the time I was old enough I had a part-time job. With that and school, there was no time to learn.”
“I could give you some personal lessons.”
She forced a laugh. “Trust me, I’m not the queen of coordination. I’d probably break something. How would I take care of Mikey, dragging around in a cast?”
“Maybe later, then.” His fingertips brushed her shoulder. “The other night wasn’t enough, Leigh. I want some serious time with you.”
His meaning was clear. Leigh glanced down at Mikey, fearful that Wyatt might read the truth in her face. She craved the chance for more intimacy with him. But every encounter would raise the risk she was taking. If he were to learn the truth, he’d want nothing more to do with her.
“Leigh? Have I misread some signals?”
She forced herself to meet his gaze. Golden flames reflected in the blue depths of his eyes. She remembered those eyes blazing down at her in the lamplight of her bedroom as he filled her with his heat. Wyatt’s lovemaking had made her want to beg for more. But would deepening their involvement only lead to more bitterness in the end?
She shook her head, willing herself to be as honest as she dared. “You haven’t misread anything, Wyatt. I’d welcome more time together if we could find it. But things are a bit...overwhelming right now. I have all I can handle with Mikey and Chloe.”
“Fine. For now...but not for long, Leigh. As you know, I’m not a patient man.” Tilting her chin with a finger he brushed a feathery kiss across her lips. The brief contact sent a jolt of sensual need through her body. She ached with wanting him—his arms around her, his skin naked against hers. But was she willing to risk the consequences?
Mikey made a little whimpering sound, like a puppy wanting attention. Reaching out, Wyatt nudged the baby’s hand. The tiny fist closed around his finger and held on tight. He laughed.
“He’s a precious little guy, isn’t he? I can see why you’ve become so attached to him.”
Leigh braced herself for a lecture on why Chloe shouldn’t keep her baby. But the weather forecast had come on the TV. With Mikey still clasping his finger, Wyatt gave it his full attention.
By the time the forecast ended, he was grinning like a schoolboy. “Snow! Not a big storm but maybe enough to open early—even if we have to bring out the snow machines. And it’s already moving in. What do you say to that, Mikey?”
But Mikey had fallen asleep in Leigh’s arms.
Easing his finger free, Wyatt gazed down at his slumbering grandson. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“Yes. I see a lot of Chloe in him. And now that he’s asleep, maybe I can put him back to bed.” Fighting emotion, she rose with the baby and turned away.
“Leigh.” His voice caught her as she moved toward the hall.
“Is there something you need?”
“Yes. After you’ve put him down, come back.”
Leigh retreated without a reply. Coming back to him could open the door to disaster. She’d be a fool to trust herself with the man. But deeper instincts told her that nothing could keep her away.
Mikey was sound asleep. He didn’t even whimper as she laid him on his back. All the same, she lingered beside the crib, watching him as she battled the urge to race back to Wyatt—a battle she had no wish to win.
She could no
If only things were simpler! Aside from the complications, snuggling on the couch with Wyatt and the baby sounded like a little bit of heaven.
Still cradling Mikey, she settled against the cushions. Wyatt sat down beside her. His arm lay across the back of the couch, not quite touching her. He was probably thinking of Chloe, who could wander out of her room at any time.
Clicking the remote, he switched on a local channel. “I wanted to get the weather report,” he said. “We might be getting snow—and snow is our business here. Do you ski?”
Leigh shook her head. “By the time I was old enough I had a part-time job. With that and school, there was no time to learn.”
“I could give you some personal lessons.”
She forced a laugh. “Trust me, I’m not the queen of coordination. I’d probably break something. How would I take care of Mikey, dragging around in a cast?”
“Maybe later, then.” His fingertips brushed her shoulder. “The other night wasn’t enough, Leigh. I want some serious time with you.”
His meaning was clear. Leigh glanced down at Mikey, fearful that Wyatt might read the truth in her face. She craved the chance for more intimacy with him. But every encounter would raise the risk she was taking. If he were to learn the truth, he’d want nothing more to do with her.
“Leigh? Have I misread some signals?”
She forced herself to meet his gaze. Golden flames reflected in the blue depths of his eyes. She remembered those eyes blazing down at her in the lamplight of her bedroom as he filled her with his heat. Wyatt’s lovemaking had made her want to beg for more. But would deepening their involvement only lead to more bitterness in the end?
She shook her head, willing herself to be as honest as she dared. “You haven’t misread anything, Wyatt. I’d welcome more time together if we could find it. But things are a bit...overwhelming right now. I have all I can handle with Mikey and Chloe.”
“Fine. For now...but not for long, Leigh. As you know, I’m not a patient man.” Tilting her chin with a finger he brushed a feathery kiss across her lips. The brief contact sent a jolt of sensual need through her body. She ached with wanting him—his arms around her, his skin naked against hers. But was she willing to risk the consequences?
Mikey made a little whimpering sound, like a puppy wanting attention. Reaching out, Wyatt nudged the baby’s hand. The tiny fist closed around his finger and held on tight. He laughed.
“He’s a precious little guy, isn’t he? I can see why you’ve become so attached to him.”
Leigh braced herself for a lecture on why Chloe shouldn’t keep her baby. But the weather forecast had come on the TV. With Mikey still clasping his finger, Wyatt gave it his full attention.
By the time the forecast ended, he was grinning like a schoolboy. “Snow! Not a big storm but maybe enough to open early—even if we have to bring out the snow machines. And it’s already moving in. What do you say to that, Mikey?”
But Mikey had fallen asleep in Leigh’s arms.
Easing his finger free, Wyatt gazed down at his slumbering grandson. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“Yes. I see a lot of Chloe in him. And now that he’s asleep, maybe I can put him back to bed.” Fighting emotion, she rose with the baby and turned away.
“Leigh.” His voice caught her as she moved toward the hall.
“Is there something you need?”
“Yes. After you’ve put him down, come back.”
Leigh retreated without a reply. Coming back to him could open the door to disaster. She’d be a fool to trust herself with the man. But deeper instincts told her that nothing could keep her away.
Mikey was sound asleep. He didn’t even whimper as she laid him on his back. All the same, she lingered beside the crib, watching him as she battled the urge to race back to Wyatt—a battle she had no wish to win.
She could no
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