This baby’s not the only one in need of a cuddle…
Brant Wylder is a bachelor and loving it! He’s in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, property-hunting for his vintage car repair shop when he gets the call. His sister’s been in an accident, and Brant has to drop everything and take care of his five-month-old nephew. That’s the end of the bachelor lifestyle.
Bridal boutique owner Molly Stiles is all business all the time, until she sees that Brant’s in trouble. In this Southern town, nobody ever has to go it alone. And besides, how can she resist that beautiful baby in the arms of a beautiful man…?
Must Love Babies Series:
Must Love Babies (Book 1)
I’ve Got You Babe (Book 2)
For Baby and Me (Book 3)
While Brant fed Jax, Molly slid open the door to the patio. “It’s a little chilly tonight. Otherwise we could eat out here.”
“Why don’t we give it a try?” he suggested. “If we get cold, we’ll cuddle or come back in.”
“What about Jax?”
“He’s fed, and he’s changed. My guess? He’ll take a nap now so he won’t be ready for bed when I am.”
“You have no idea.” He set the baby and his car seat in the kitchen and tucked a blanket around him. Spotting a small counter television, he asked, “Do you mind if I turn this on?”
“Yeah. Jax likes to watch the Barrett-Jackson auction.”
A laugh bubbled out of her. “You’re joking, right?”
“No. Before we left the house, he was checking out a ’59 Studebaker Scotsman pickup. Pretty green-and-white thing.”
“I have no idea what that is, but you do remember Jax is only a baby, right?”
“Doesn’t matter. The kid’s a Wylder. We already have a handshake agreement that he’s gonna work with us when he’s older.”
“Yep.” Brant grinned. “And just so you know, the Scotsman’s a stripped-down model. It came stock with only one taillight, one wiper, and one visor. No armrests. Scottish frugality.”
“Is that legal?”
“I doubt it would fly today, but then?” He shrugged. “Guess so.”
She watched the baby, now totally engrossed in the cars and the fast-paced auctioneer.
When she stepped outside, he followed her onto the deck. “He’ll be good for a few minutes.”
When she moved to the rail, he slid behind her, crowding her a little, enjoying the feel of her body against his. The town sprawled below them, the street lights marching in their sentry-straight rows.
He rested a hand on either side of her. “You smell good, Mol.”
“I might say the same about you.”
They were so close, he felt her deep breath.
She pointed to her right. “See the little park over there? The area with all the lights? It might be a good place to take Jax. I think he’d like the baby swings.”
She turned, and her lips were inches from his.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking how much I’d like to kiss you again.”
The kiss gave him a kick in the belly like none ever had. He sent up a small prayer of thanks when, instead of pulling away, she leaned into him and deepened the kiss.
When he finally gathered enough sense to draw away, she sighed. “Brant, I—”
Over the auctioneer, music from her stereo drifted to them, and Bob Seeger’s “We’ve Got Tonight” played. “Dance with me.”
“Right here, under the stars.”
Bubbles slinked out onto the deck and curled up in a chair. Her tail flicked as her unblinking eyes stayed on Brant.
“Does she bite?”
“No, you’re safe.”
He glanced over her shoulder at Jax, who was totally wrapped up in the TV show, then took Molly’s hand and drew her into him. They moved together, and the rest of the world disappeared. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he closed his eyes. She felt so small. So delicate. So powerful.
“Listen to the words,” he whispered. “They say it all.”
She nodded. “They do.”
When the song ended, he spun her out, then back in. “Thank you.”
She laid a hand on the side of his face. “You’re dangerous, Brant, and I should have my head examined for admitting that.”
He cocked a brow. “You’re right. Don’t give me so much as an inch, Molly, ’cause, believe me, I will take that mile.”
“I’ll consider myself warned. Come on.” She took his hand. “Dinnertime.”
At the door they both stopped. While they danced, Bubbles had sneaked back inside and was curled beside Jax’s car seat, sound asleep with one leg stretched out, her paw resting on the baby’s leg.
“It looks like Jax has a new friend.”
Molly nodded. “Bubbles doesn’t seem quite as enthralled by the auction, though.”