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)
What People Are Saying about Lynnette Austin:
“A delightful, romantic story about dreams, family, and first love…”―Fresh Fiction for The Best Laid Wedding Plans
“An emotional story about a deep love, forgiveness and letting go.”―Keeper Bookshelf for Picture Perfect Wedding
After drawing a couple of inches of water into the tub, she tested it to make sure it wasn’t too warm. She scooped Jax from the playpen and carried him into the bathroom. “Let’s take a bath, sweetheart. Won’t that be fun?”
“Cut it out,” Brant called from the kitchen.
“You’re teasing me. Setting off all kinds of pictures in my head. Not nice.”
She laughed. “Uncle Brant can be kind of grumpy, can’t he?”
The baby let out a stream of babble while she undressed him.
“Oh, I do wish I knew what you were saying, child.”
“He said you should take a bath—or a shower—with Uncle Brant to sweeten him up.”
“In your dreams, big boy.”
“You got that right.”
“We’ll ignore Mr. Grump, Jax.”
“I heard that.”
“That was the point,” she called back, lowering Jax into the water.
Happy splashing commenced immediately.
“Ah! I should have worn a raincoat. Guess you’re a water baby, huh?”
He let out a squeal and kicked his feet, laughing.
“Oh, look, you have a rubber ducky.”
“His name’s Ebenezer.”
“Get out of here. Ebenezer?” She knelt by the tub, soaping the baby down with his special soap.
“Every boy needs a pet.”
“And Jax has Ebenezer,” she finished.
“You got it.”
With a lot of splashing and even more laughter, Molly managed to bathe Jax. She was afraid to hurry, because wet, he’d become a slippery little bugger. But she didn’t want him to catch cold, either.
She looked up to find Brant leaning against the doorjamb watching, a strange expression on his face.
“Nothing. It’s just—nothing.”
He walked back to the kitchen.
She stared after him. Strange.
Jax grabbed her hair.
“Yes, I know.” She pat-a-caked his hands. “You want my attention, sweetie. But your uncle? A strange and complicated man.”
Holding the sweet-smelling, hoodie-towel-wrapped baby close, she carried him into his room and dressed him in a clean diaper and pajamas.
Brant had a bottle ready, so she sat in the rocker and cuddled Jax while she fed him. His eyes fluttered shut, his breathing evened out, and his little hand dropped from the bottle. Her throat constricted as she held the warm, sleeping baby. Nothing else had ever come close to this feeling.
Very carefully, she carried him to his new crib, touching her lips lightly to his rosy cheek.
Brant stood behind her, his green eyes forest dark. She raised a finger to her lips, and he nodded.
She stepped from the room, and he partially closed the door behind them.
The room smelled of fresh popcorn and butter. Brant had turned off the bright overhead light, and the remaining small lamp gave the room an intimate air. Even the worn furniture and faded rug looked less shabby.
“Ready to finish the movie?” She took a handful of popcorn and curled up on the lumpy sofa. Again, the normalcy of the scene struck her. The baby bathed, fed, and in bed, the lights low. The happy couple…
Brant dropped down beside her.
“You are going to let him sleep in his own room tonight, aren’t you?”
He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Probably, since someone set me up with a baby monitor. Why don’t you stay the night and keep me company?” he whispered against her ear. “Keep Uncle Brant from getting lonely.”
She shivered as his breath caressed her skin. “So not going to happen, Wylder.”
“Maybe I can convince you.”
His lips moved along her neck, over her jaw, and up her face till she was desperate for them on her own lips. “Brant.”
The kiss was heated, deep, and long, and arrowed to her core. She forgot all the reasons she shouldn’t give in as her entire body became one huge erogenous zone. Her blouse dropped to the floor under his clever fingers. His lips slid along her throat again, trailed lower until they found her breasts. Through the lace of her bra, his mouth closed over her, and she bowed up to meet him.
Her own hands went to work on the buttons of his shirt, uncovering that fabulous, hidden six-pack.
Jax’s cries finally forced their way through her sex fog. Placing her palms on his chest, she drew back.
“I hear him.” He drew her against him, bare skin to bare skin. “I swear, I’m gonna follow that kid when he takes his first date parking. Right when they get to the good part, I’m gonna turn on a flood light. Better, I’ll borrow Sam’s police car and hit both the lights and the siren.”
“You do that.” She patted his fabulous bare chest. “Right now, though, you need to change a dirty diaper, and I’m heading home. We can finish the movie another night.”
He rolled off the sofa, muttering to himself.
Darlene was right. He definitely could stand to have that beautiful mouth washed out with soap.