Strictly Temporary. Robyn GradyЧитать онлайн книгу.
train of thought shifted back to the present. Zack was lifting a dining chair and setting it down beside her. Elbows on knees, he leaned forward and threaded his fingers. Trinity wondered why he didn’t take a seat on a recliner. Maybe he was more comfortable keeping that bit of distance.
“I wonder when the police will arrive,” she said, balancing the bottle in the V of her hand as the baby chugged.
“This weather’s probably holding them up. I’ll flick on the news channel soon to see if anything’s been reported. Maybe give them a call myself to make sure all the right info was passed on.” His gaze on the baby now, his chin tipped up and a shadow of a smile touched his lips. “You look like you’re an old hand at this.”
“She’s the one doing all the work.” And working at full steam!
Outside, the wind howled and, beyond a set of floor-to-ceiling French doors and windows, Trinity watched more snow fall while the baby settled down.
After a time, Zack shifted uneasily. “Shouldn’t she be burped sometime soon?”
“Bet you’ll look like an old hand at it.”
He sat slowly back. “On second thought, you’re doing a great job.”
“For a big, tough corporate type, you really are a chicken.”
“Sticks and stones.”
But, while Zack might be hesitant to be hands-on, he did have a point about stopping to let the baby bring up wind. Trinity drew the near empty bottle from her mouth and, bracing herself, waited for the grumble. When the baby only released a quivering sigh and blinked slumberous, contented eyes, Trinity smiled.
Too easy.
She rested the baby against the left side of her chest while Zack moved to position the towel over her shoulder. Then she sat forward to pat and rub the baby’s warm little back. Trinity’s eyes drifted shut as her heart swelled.
Dear heaven, she felt so small. So precious.
Minutes passed and, still patting, Trinity became curious. Then a little worried. Nothing was happening. Perhaps she ought to feed her the rest of the bottle. Maybe Zack should make another one, too. Or wasn’t she burping her right?
Zack must have read the uncertainty in her eyes. He sent over an encouraging look.
“Give her a chance. Her digestive system’s only new.”
She gave him a look. How do you know so much?
He shrugged. “Lots of nieces and nephews.”
Two minutes later, he was sitting on the edge of his chair, clasped hands resting against his chin, his brow lined. “Maybe pat a little harder.”
Trinity’s back went up. She didn’t need the added pressure. “Maybe you could go and organize your next big takeover.”
“I’m taking a couple of days off.”
“Then maybe go make us something to eat.” Instead of sitting there, watching her every move and making her all jittery.
He stayed put. “How do you know I can cook?”
“Same way you knew I could change a baby.”
He chuckled, then, looking suitably magnificent, he got to his socked feet. “In that case, prepare to be dazzled.”
She rolled her eyes and kept patting. “Let me guess. Macaroni and cheese.”
“You do realize that you are now in the wild. I’m all that separates you from any kind of sustenance and starvation.”
The baby answered for her, with a loud, most unladylike burp.
His jaw dropping, Zack drew a set of fingers through his hair. “Seems her digestive system is working just fine.”
Encouraged, Trinity eased out of the recliner onto her feet then patted some more. The baby rewarded them with another belch. Bringing the baby away from her shoulder to examine her face, Trinity beamed.
“Oh, she looks completely satisfied.”
That’s when the baby burped again. But this time, wind wasn’t the only thing she brought up.
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