Baby for the Billionaire(135)



“How was your day?” Connor had sat up, the laughter fading from his face as his eyes became watchful.

She let out a deep breath. “A lot better than yesterday.” Knowing that Dylan was being looked after by Connor’s housekeeper had lifted a great weight off her shoulders.

“How’s Dylan been?” She set the baby down on the floor and, dropping down beside him, she tugged his T-shirt up.

“Ratty a little earlier. But he had a good sleep.”

“The spots are looking better, not so red.”

“He was fussing so I bathed him … and the cool water seemed to settle him.”

“He loves his bath.” Victoria searched Connor’s chest for signs that Dylan had splashed with his usual abandon but he looked as immaculate as ever. Typical. If it had been her, her shirt would be clinging to her.

“I think you can handle bath time from now on. You must do a far better job.”

His grin flashed back. “I’ve changed—both my jeans and shirt looked like candidates for the wettest wet.”

“Oh.” Victoria instantly felt better. “I’ve arranged for some of my things to be delivered tomorrow. I’ll put the rest into storage and let the town house.”

“I’ve made some calls,” Connor said. “I’ll be interviewing for an au pair for Dylan tomorrow during the morning.”

“But I thought we’d do that together.” He was doing it again—taking over, marginalizing her involvement. And underlining her own insecurities. “I want to have input into the person that we hire.”

Connor frowned. “I’ve already arranged the interviews, and I’ll be working from home until I employ an au pair. It’s not fair to leave Moni with the house and Dylan.”

“Moni?”

“My housekeeper. I’ll introduce you shortly.”

“Thanks,” she said brusquely. “But I’d appreciate it if you would rearrange the interviews for when I come home. We’ve got joint guardianship—and that means we’re partners, we consult each other and make joint decisions.” That would be hard for him. Connor North didn’t have a compromising bone in that powerful, autocratic body.

Her gaze dwelled for a moment on the strong shoulders, the determined jaw, then locked with his unreadable gray gaze. A shivery awareness caused her to shift her attention back to the baby wriggling on the carpet.

“I want to satisfy myself that the person looking after Dylan is the best candidate we can get.”

“And you don’t trust me to find that person?”

She thought of his track record. He hadn’t done a great job picking trustworthy people to surround himself with in the past. Dana Fisher and Paul Harper had turned out to be faithless. But she couldn’t very well remind him of that.

Instead she said stubbornly, “I’m coguardian, I have a right to be involved.”

“You’re determined to make this as difficult as possible, aren’t you?”

Victoria shook her head. “I just want to make sure you choose the right person.”

So the next day, in consultation with Victoria, Connor rescheduled the interviews. Two were set for that night and one for Friday evening. The first candidate, a young woman with impeccable qualifications, had already arrived by the time Victoria came home from work, late and flustered.

After ten minutes’ easy conversation with Anne Greenside, Connor had decided she was the perfect choice.

But Victoria clearly had other ideas. “I see most of your jobs have involved older children,” she quizzed Anne.

“I love babies,” Anne said with a sincerity Connor found convincing.

“But you can’t stay late?”

Connor had known that would be a stumbling block the moment he’d seen the woman’s resume. Despite her devotion to Dylan, Victoria was ambitious. Work would always come first. She would want a nanny who could work late. On a regular basis. He didn’t have to cast his mind back far to remember the kind of hours Dana had worked.

“I live with my invalid mother—she needs me at night. But I can start tomorrow, if that makes it easier for you and your husband.”

“We’re not married—Dylan’s not even our baby,” Victoria blurted out.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware of that.” But Anne looked curiously from one to the other.

“My fault,” said Connor easily, “I should’ve explained the situation to the agency.” He quickly filled her in.

Maxine Sullivan's Books