Page 2 of This Baby Business
Levi heard a distinctly male voice in the background.
“Oh, sorry. I meant Reno. I’m all turned around.” She giggled. “I’m getting married.”
“Gettingmarried? Since when?”
“Since Drew asked me last night. I’m sorry, but I forgot to call you.”
Yep. Never should have hired her. “Great. Now what am I supposed to do about Grace?”
“I’m sorry. But hey, why don’t you ask your next-door neighbor? I’m sure she would do it.”
“You mean Cute Stuck-Up Girl?”
“Her name is Carly. I know her personally so I’ll vouch for her. We used to work together, and then her mother died and left her a business. I hardly see her anymore she’s so busy, but I did see her last week when I was taking Grace for a walk. She came out to get a package and waved hello.”
Levi glanced out the window, and there was Cute Stuck-Up Girl, bending down to pick up another UPS package. About the only time he’d seen her she was either signing for a package or hauling diapers into the house by the box. A couple weeks ago, she’d glanced in his direction. He’d smiled and nodded. She’d looked right through him. Hence the stuck-up part.
“You think she’d do it?” He glanced at his watch. If he didn’t want to miss his flight this morning and risk looking like a damned fool who couldn’t handle both work and being a father, he’d have to leave in fifteen minutes.
“Carly is super sweet. I’m sure she would help you out for the day.”
“And after that?”
“Again, I’m sorry. But I’m getting married, and you really don’t pay me enough anyway.”
“Might have said something sooner.”
He was going to have to get a handle on this sitter business. Next time hire someone highly qualified and serious about the job, not just someone between gigs. Or boyfriends. Levi hung up and glanced at his watch.
“Okay. Plan B.”
A few minutes later, Levi had carefully and skillfully moved a sound-asleep Grace from her crib to her car seat. When the girl slept, she meant it. Too bad she couldn’t mean it at two in the morning. He carried the car seat by the handle to Cute Stuck-Up Girl’s front door. Probably should start calling her Carly from now on.
“Wish me luck,” he said under his breath. “Just keep right on being adorable. And quiet.”
Grace continued to snooze. He rang the doorbell. Once. Twice.
Levi was about to abort mission and launch into plan C when the door flew open. Cute—uh, Carly—stood behind it, blond hair sticking up in four different directions. She wore yoga pants, a pink-and-white Minnie Mouse T-shirt that fell past her hips, and fuzzy slippers in the shape of the Tasmanian Devil. He tried not to laugh.
“You’re not the UPS guy.”
“No. Sorry.” She was a lot prettier up close. Her eyes were amber, warm, with tiny flecks of green in them.
Those eyes took him in, doing fast work of assessing. When she fixated on the car seat she did a doubletake. “What’s that?”
Huh. Not too promising. He forced a grin and a wink and tried to relax, because he had approximately twelve minutes left to work his magic. “A baby. Ever seen one before?”
“I know what a baby is.” Her eyes narrowed, and she pointed. “Is thatyourbaby?”
He was beginning to resent the way no one believed he could be a father. “Yep. Mine.”
She folded arms over her chest. “Oh, I see. You must have heard about me, then. But all the advice is on my website. I’m thinking about adding Skype chats, but you’re a little early for that.”
“Excuse me?”
“Isn’t that why you’re here? You’d like some advice? Is she not sleeping through the night? Colic? Do you want to know the best diaper to use?”
He cleared his throat, because damned if he couldn’t use all of that and then some.
