Baby and the Boss

‘No, it’s not mine!’

‘Are you quite sure?’ she persisted doubtfully, looking from the small chubby unformed face to the forbidding mature version.

Holding the carrying handle of the baby carrier at arm’s length, as though the contents were contagious, Jake got to his feet.

‘Miss Jones, I am one hundred percent sure that this baby could not possibly be mine.’ He was trying hard to be patient, but there were limits and this female seemed determined to stretch them to the breaking point.

Comprehension flooded over her and Nia gave a grimace of sympathy. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.’

‘Didn’t know what?’ he said in a measured tone that suggested he was trying desperately to retain his grip on reality in an increasingly surreal situation.

‘That you’re infertile. You shouldn’t give up hope. You know, they’re making the most amazing medical advances in that field. Why only the other week I saw this documentary…’

‘Miss Jones!’

His bellow of rage cut through her helpful observations. Nia’s rather full lips thinned to a line of disapproval and a militant light entered her green eyes.

Had this woman never heard of professional distance? Why couldn’t she keep to normal topics like the weather? In a few weeks his office had become a sanctum for every lovelorn soul in the building. He found all that damned empathy uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes briefly and cursed the day his real secretary had decided to extend her family. When Fiona had been here there had been no babies or children of any variety left under his desk.

‘Shut up…please.’ He forced himself to smile patiently. Fiona didn’t wear earrings that jingled in that distracting way, either. On her return he would give her an outrageously generous rise on the strict understanding she never left his employ again.

His attention was diverted to the infant he still held at arm’s length. The baby’s gurgles had become less contented and more urgent and its little face had deepened to an alarming shade of red.

‘Babies don’t like loud noises,’ Nia observed, not without a certain degree of spiteful satisfaction. ‘Neither,’ she added pointedly, ‘do I.’

‘I am not sterile.’

‘Of course not,’ she agreed kindly.

The damned woman was humouring him! ‘No really,’ he insisted, speaking from between clenched teeth. ‘I just happen to know for sure this baby isn’t mine because it’s my brother’s.’

‘Oh! I see.’ Nia screwed up her nose and gave a frown. ‘Well, actually, I don’t. Why did your brother leave his…is it a boy or girl?’

‘Boy.’

‘Why did he leave his son under your desk?’ That sort of carelessness went a bit beyond the forgetful.

‘When we find him, you can ask him,’ he promised grimly.

‘We?’ she queried suspiciously.

‘Do I have much scheduled for this afternoon?’

‘You might have the odd fifteen seconds to spare.’

He let this display of sarcasm pass, unfortunately he needed a bit of female cooperation right now. The baby let out an ear-piercing screech just to reinforce this fact at that precise moment.

‘Reschedule my appointments,’ he said hastily. ‘I’ll find Josh and you can watch the baby.’

The high-handed assumption of her automatic cooperation was so typical of the man, she thought indignantly. ‘Me! Why me?’ Why didn’t he ask Victoria or Jasmine or who was the other one…? She stifled a grin at the thought of these ladies’ responses if they’d been asked to babysit.

‘You’re a woman, aren’t you?’ He raised his voice to be heard over the baby’s wail.

She was amazed he’d noticed. ‘And that automatically qualifies me to look after babies?’ she suggested with a wide-eyed attentive look.

‘I’m just asking for a bit of give-and-take here, Miss Jones. This is an emergency.’

He must be desperate, he was using that high-voltage smile that he reserved for Jasmine, Victoria and, of course, Selina. How could she have forgotten Selina? His smile made all of those pencil-slim, extremely tall beauties very understanding when he kept them waiting for hours.

Well, if he expects me to start panting to please him, he’s doomed to disappointment. She’d been brought up in a male-dominated household and when the male of the species said give-and-take in her experience she was expected to do most of the giving!

‘I did the giving when I came in two hours early three days this week, on the understanding, you recall, that I could leave promptly at three this afternoon. If you go off searching for your brother, who might very well not want to be found, what chance is there of that?’

‘That’s a very selfish view to take,’ he observed regarding her with deepening dislike.

‘If it’s any comfort, my big brothers all share your opinion of my selfish disposition—all five of them. If you were looking for a temporary doormat, Mr. Prentice, you lucked out,’ she told him frankly. ‘I’m not about to sacrifice my personal life for your convenience, but I might make a rather obvious suggestion—why don’t you just phone your brother’s wife?’

‘I would if I could—she’s dead,’ he announced expressionlessly.

This flat matter-of-fact statement wiped the superior smile clean off her face. She looked from his grim face to the tiny baby and felt the prickle of tears at the backs of her eyelids.

‘That’s…that really…’ She swallowed, dreadful didn’t really sound adequate to cover such a tragedy. The mystery of the distressed young man on the stairs was sadly solved. She wished now she’d obeyed her instincts and had approached him. Her tender heart ached and his disappearing act became more understandable.

‘It is,’ he agreed.

One solitary tear escaped her swimming eyes and Jake watched it progress over the smooth contours of her face before she flicked a careless finger to blot it.

‘Does this work for you as a compromise?’

Compromise! Jake Prentice! She blinked, she was amazed the term was in his vocabulary.

‘All three of us,’ he glanced towards the baby, ‘go to look for Josh, and when it’s three o’clock you go and do whatever it is you so urgently need to do.’

‘I suppose that might be all right,’ she conceded, still not sold on the plan.

Jake didn’t feel any more enthusiastic about the plan than she sounded. ‘Do you think possibly you should change or feed him or something?’

‘I thought this was a joint venture? I might come from a large family but my experience of babies is nil, I was the baby.’

And used to getting her own way from day one, he thought, eyeing that dimple in her right cheek with cynical suspicion. When she smiled, and he’d noticed she did so indiscriminately at everyone from the sandwich boy to visiting government dignitaries, it deepened in a very beguiling way. She didn’t smile at him, a fact that was naturally a deep source of relief to him.

‘Now, if you wanted me to strip an engine…’

‘How hard can it be?’

Nia assumed he was referring to babies, not the internal combustion engine. She watched as he placed the distressed baby, still strapped in his seat, on one of the chunky leather sofas.