Page 3 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“I wouldn’t say it’s ruined. Although it’s not what I expected when I agreed to go out with you.” I grin.
Easton’s eyes drop to the baby in his arms. “Not what I expected either.”
“I will say, this is the most unusual date I’ve ever been on. So, points for that.”
His lips lift in a reluctant smile. “As long as they’re points in my favor.”
“Of course.” Grabbing the bag and carseat, I push to my feet. “Now let’s see what we have and work out what to do.”
I don’t wait for his agreement. I head for the kitchen. This isn’t the first time I’ve been to Easton’s house. But it is the first time I’ve been here alone with him.
Except it isn’t just me and him now. We’ve got ourselves a third wheel.
Looking over my shoulder, I can’t help but smile at the man and baby behind me.
Easton is hot. Like scorch your eyeballs and incinerate your panties hot. Put a baby in his arms and—boom!
Ovary explosions.
The hotness is next level and I’m only human so I won’t kick myself for reacting to him. I’d have to be dead not to, and even then I think he’d resurrect me.
“I was serious before. Still serious now. No matter what you find in that bag.”
His words have my insides clenching. Anticipation and dread swirl in my belly. The last time I lived with a guy, things didn’t turn out so well. Then again, I won’t be sharing Easton’s bed no matter how much my body wants me to.
We’ll be roommates. Co-carers of the tiny little boy abandoned on his doorstep.
“Vivi?”
“I heard you.” I place the carseat on the floor out of the way and head for the island where I start removing items from the bag. “I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll pay you.”
I grunt. I don’t need money. Don’t want money. If I agree to help him with—shit. My gaze jumps to Easton. We need to find out the baby’s name.
Or give him one.
“You’re sure he can’t be yours?” I ask knowing full well the answer isn’t going to be different this time than it was the last time I asked.
“Why would I lie about not getting any? Don’t guys usually brag the opposite?”
“Wouldn’t know. Not a guy.” My hand hits the bottom of the bag. Except it doesn’t feel like the same material the sides are made of. Yanking the zipper opening wide, I peer inside. “I think there’s a folder of some kind lining the bottom.”
“Pull it out,” Easton growls in my ear as he leans over my shoulder.
“Give me room.” I nudge him with my elbow, careful not to hit the baby.
I don’t really need the space, but having Easton breathing down my neck is sending shivers down my spine. And as much as I’d like to explore the attraction between us, we’ve got other things to take care of.
A nameless, motherless baby trumps arousal every time no matter how long the desire has been simmering.
“What is it?”
“Jeez, Louise, give me a second.” I manage to get my fingernails under the edge of the plastic and lift. It takes a few good tugs, but I finally get it off the base and out of the bag. “Well, that’s interesting.”
“What? What did you find?”
“Someone didn’t want this falling out of the bag. It was taped to the bottom.” I hold up a thin plastic sleeve. “Looks like paperwork of some sort.”
