It's a Boy!

“You better get over there. Call me,” Clair said, sneaking another look at the man as she left.

“I wan burberry pie,” Carter repeated to Heddy as she went behind the counter to face Lang and the boy.

“I think that means blueberry,” Lang said uncertainly. “Let’s hope so, anyway. Give us a slice of the blueberry white chocolate mousse. And today I’ll have a slice of the plain New Jersey. Is that the basic, traditional, baked variety?”

“It is,” Heddy confirmed, taking out both as-yet-uncut cheesecakes to slice.

“Then will you come and sit with us?”

“Sure,” Heddy agreed, feeling a rush of butterflies to her stomach.

She wasn’t sure if the tension was coming from the fact that she was seriously considering taking the leap and accepting his business proposal, a leap that would not be well received by her family. Or if it was just having Lang Camden in her shop again—tall and lean with that dark, dark hair artfully tousled and that hint of scruffy whiskers on that sharp jawline.

He was as sexy in the flesh as he’d been in those unwelcome dreams she’d had of him.

He got Carter situated at the table nearest to the display case and Heddy brought over the two slices of cheesecake. Then she sat across from them and watched as the little boy, who had on jeans and a crew-necked sweater, grabbed the spoon and scooped up a bite too big for his mouth, opening wide in a feeble attempt to get it all in.

“Gooo,” he mumbled around what he had managed to accommodate.

Lang Camden used his own spoon for a bite of Carter’s cheesecake, confirmed the child’s opinion, then tried his own slice.

He let his eyes roll back into his handsome head and moaned. “And I thought the mousse ones were good! That’s the richest, creamiest … It’s terrific.”

Heddy smiled. “I’m glad.”

“So tell me you’re going to let me sell these,” he said then, without any more preamble.

Heddy didn’t answer him immediately.

She wasn’t sure about her grandfather but she knew that her mother would have a fit if she said yes to going into business with the Camdens in any way.

But talking to Clair had confirmed what Heddy had known herself—this business was failing fast. She had to make a living. And she couldn’t return to nursing to do it. She just couldn’t. So where did that leave her?

“My recipes would have to stay a closely guarded secret,” she said as if in challenge.

But Lang Camden was unruffled by that, shrugging one broad shoulder. “Sure. We want the finished product, everything else is entirely up to you. But I can help you work out a system where you’re the only one who knows the exact ingredients or techniques or whatever it is that you feel will protect your secrets.”

The man exuded strength so the idea that he could provide whatever protection she asked for didn’t seem beyond his capabilities. Of course he was part of a family she worried she needed protection from, but as long as he wasn’t asking to have any knowledge or access to her recipes she felt marginally reassured.

“I don’t have any money I can invest in this, and I can’t—and won’t—borrow or go into debt,” she warned.

“The money will all come as a grant, free and clear.”

“And before I sign anything, my cousin and her husband, who’s a lawyer, will have to see it.”

“I’m glad you have people you can trust on your side to put your mind to rest. Everything will be up-front and on paper, and we don’t have any problem with you showing it to anyone.”

Despite his assurances, Heddy was still incredibly nervous about this. She recognized that due to her own family’s history with the Camdens, it probably wasn’t possible not to worry.

But the bottom line was that she didn’t feel as if she had another option.

So she heard herself say a very uncertain, “Okay.”

But she uttered the word at the exact moment that Carter’s lack of coordination with the spoon caused him to shoot a chunk of cheesecake at Lang Camden, splattering it on the front of his well-tailored suit.

“Oh geez, Carter, I just got this back from the cleaner’s,” Lang complained as he wiped the cheesecake from his lapel with a napkin.

As he focused on that, he missed the fact that Carter, thinking the incident was hilarious, was about to purposely shoot a second glob at him.

Heddy didn’t want to get involved but it was clear that disaster was in the offing and if she didn’t stop it, no one would.

She reached across the table and took the spoon a split second before Carter could accomplish the next lob. “Uh-uh, we don’t throw food,” she said firmly.

“Wan-oo,” Carter insisted.

“No,” Heddy informed him as Lang finally realized what she’d saved him from.

“Hey! No!” he decreed.

“Wan-oo!” Carter responded, plunging a hand into the cheesecake, obviously with every intention of throwing it since Heddy still had his spoon.

Lang grabbed his wrist just in time, shoved the cheesecake plate out of the way and turned his efforts to cleaning Carter’s hand rather than his suit coat while Carter launched into a classic terrible-two screaming fit demanding the return of his cheesecake.

Lang apologized over the din.

Heddy got up, went behind her counter, cut a second slice of the blueberry cheesecake and took it back to the table. She set it far out of Carter’s reach but because her movements had sparked his curiosity and stopped his screams, she said, “If you can eat it nicely, you can have this other piece.”

“Nicey,” Carter begrudgingly agreed.

When his hand was clean Heddy slid him the new slice, seeing the toddler rub his eye with his other hand before he dug into the cheesecake.

“Not a good nap today?” Heddy guessed.

“Yeah. No. None at all. I try to get him to take one if I can, but it doesn’t usually work out.”

“Oh, kids this age have to have a nap,” Heddy said. “They need one every day. They need the rest and they need the schedule, the routine …”

She’d said too much. It wasn’t her place. She had no idea under what circumstances Lang Camden was caring for this child, so she certainly shouldn’t be counseling or criticizing.

But he didn’t seem to take offense. He just seemed out of his element. Which was strange for someone who seemed so in control otherwise.

“Yeah, there’s a lot I have to work out,” he said. “I’m learning on the job.”

That still didn’t tell Heddy who Lang and Carter were to each other and why the man was even attempting to take care of the toddler.

But he didn’t satisfy her curiosity. Instead he merely said, “I should probably warn you that until I can get this kid thing squared away and find some help, we’re a package deal. He’ll be tagging along on everything you and I will need to do.”

The thought of seeing the little boy every time she had anything to do with Lang Camden was so painful that Heddy was tempted to say no to the business proposition altogether.