A Heavenly Christmas

‘Better.’ Ethan gave a mocking inclination of his head. ‘Follow me through to my bedroom.’

Under other circumstances Olivia would have told him exactly what he could do with such an invitation. But in her concern for Andrea she resisted any such response, instead following Ethan into the bedroom situated directly above her own, lit by a low-voltage lamp on the bedside table.

What looked suspiciously like a drawer lay in the middle of the sumptuous king-size bed, and nestled securely inside that drawer, covered with a many-times-folded satin sheet, lay baby Andrea, looking absolutely adorable as she slept contentedly.

Also looking as if she had been like that for some time…

‘Satisfied?’ Ethan asked softly at Olivia’s side.

She swallowed hard, nodding wordlessly. Whoever she had heard crying a few minutes ago, it obviously hadn’t been Andrea.

In the circumstances, Olivia felt very reluctant to mention those two knocks on her apartment door which had accompanied the sound of crying…

‘That was—the idea of a drawer for a bed—it was very inventive,’ she told Ethan awkwardly once they had returned to the sitting-room.

Ethan eyed her wryly, ‘Didn’t you think I could be inventive?’