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A few hours later, Kelsey heard Fox leave to tend the horses and dozed off until the baby started stirring. If Fox meant to take care of the infant for some time, a baby monitor would be a good investment. It wasn’t exactly her business, but DNA tests took time. Unless someone claimed the baby right away, he needed some proper baby gear just to make things run smoothly.

She rolled out of bed and pulled on her jeans. Today, once the baby was settled, she’d get to see the Colton breeding operation live and in person. Grabbing her bra, she darted down the hall to the bathroom, taking a few minutes for herself before the baby got wound up.

Perfect timing as Baby John was testing out sounds and degrees of fussiness when she returned to the bedroom. The moment he saw her he grinned, kicking his feet. He was such a cute little guy, all smiles in the morning, though he was surely hungry and in need of a clean diaper.

When he was all set, she carried him out to the kitchen and saw a note from Fox. Morning chores. Back soon. Bottle ready in the fridge.

“Well, isn’t your temporary daddy the best ever?” she cooed to the baby. When the bottle was warmed up, she found a spot in the family room to feed Baby John.

Fox walked back in just as the infant finished eating. “Perfect timing,” she said to the baby, making him giggle.

“You two are up early,” Fox said.

“It’s a baby thing,” she said. “You understand.”

“I do, actually. Baby horses and baby people keep crazy hours.” He walked over and the tyke reached for him. Fox tickled his tummy and they both grinned. “I was going to start on breakfast,” he said, his gaze still on the baby.

The man was charmed whether or not he’d admit it. “I can make breakfast,” she offered. “You fixed dinner last night.”

“Nah, let me. It serves as a nice mental transition from chores to office work.”

With a thousand questions about the horses circling in her head, she let him go. She could ask about horses at the barn or the office. Right now, she needed to broach the subject that the baby needed some additional supplies if they were going to make this arrangement work.

“Did you get coffee?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she replied. Holding Baby John to her shoulder, she went to the coffeepot to pour.

Again Fox had anticipated and poured her a cup. “Cream or sugar?”

“First cup of the day is always black,” she said.

“The better to kick it into high gear?”

“Absolutely.” She sat down at the island and situated the baby so he could slap the countertop, her coffee cup well out of danger. “Bliss,” she said when she got the first sip in.

“Did he keep you up all night?”

“Just that one time.” She breathed in that sweet baby smell, the better to get her mind off Fox, shirtless. He hadn’t earned those lean, ropy muscles sitting behind a desk. “I think he’ll adapt to your schedule easily. He’s a good sleeper.”

Fox put sausage patties into a hot pan and while they sizzled and snapped, he cracked eggs into a bowl. “Do you have food allergies or anything you can’t stand to eat?”

“No allergies, and I’ll eat whatever you set in front of me.” Growing up being picky meant going hungry. Her mother hadn’t entertained complaints at the dinner table. She caught the baby’s tiny hands in one of hers and took another gulp of coffee. “Have you given any thought to baby gear?”

Fox looked to the other end of the counter, then back to her. “What do we need beyond formula and diapers?”

“Clothing?” She arched a brow. “Maybe a seat to make feeding him easier. The car seat is okay, but he’ll start on cereal soon and an easy-to-clean seat that stayed here would be ideal.”

For several long minutes, Fox worked on their breakfast without saying a word. He set a plate of fried eggs, toast and sausage in front of her along with a fork and napkin. She just managed to turn the baby aside before he caught the lip of the plate.

“An easy-to-clean seat?” he asked. “You mean a high chair?”

She caught the distaste in his voice as he glared at the open end of the island. Her stomach rumbling, Kelsey got up and spread out a blanket on the floor and put Baby John down to play so she could eat while the food was hot.

“He’s temporary,” Fox stated in a clipped tone. “If you think we need a high chair, I’ll call my sister and borrow hers.”

“How old is your niece?” Kelsey asked.

“Two.”

She doubted his sister was ready to part with the high chair, but maybe she had other items they could borrow. “I understand,” she replied. “We don’t need a big bulky high chair with all the bells and whistles, but a few items would streamline his care, especially when I’m putting in hours at the office.”

He frowned at his plate and sliced off a bite of sausage with a bit more force than necessary. “What items are you thinking of?”

“A portable crib could help,” she began. “And a bathtub. The diapers and formula of course. He needs a bowl and a spoon.” She stopped talking when he stopped eating.

“Make a list,” he said. “We’ll go into town after I show you around the office and barns.”

She wolfed down a few bites of her breakfast and insisted on handling the dishes, taking care of the chore in record time. When she had the list in her phone and her shoes on, Fox picked up her coat and the baby’s quilted jumper.

“Do we need the seat?” he asked.

“I can manage him.” She was much stronger than she looked thanks to years of yoga and martial arts training.

They headed downstairs and straight into the office space. With the lights on, the etched glass popped even more than it had last night. The space was a bigger footprint than his home and it made her smile. He invested according to what mattered most. She respected that.

There was plenty of room here for both of them to work and ample floor space for a portable crib or a blanket for the baby. The space he’d turned into a lab was really designed for one person at a time, but it was hard to complain about that. “It’s amazing.”

It was immediately clear where he worked, the papers and notes sorted into piles across the wide desktop, surrounding a laptop waiting to come to life. She imagined him right there, reading through lab results or journals on horse health advancements.

The baby seemed as curious as she did, taking it all in with wide blue eyes. Having nothing to go on but appearance, she couldn’t match the child’s features to Fox’s.

Fox walked over and used a remote to turn on a wall-mounted monitor. The grainy security-type video showed the interior of the barn and horses in their stalls. Another camera gave her a view of horses in the closest paddock.

“What a great idea.” She could hardly wait to get out there and see it all.

“Helps primarily during foaling,” Fox said.

“I’m sure it does.” He’d be able to see which mares were getting restless as labor started.

Fox led her out of the office and once she’d put on her coat she zipped the baby into the quilted jumper, pulling the hood over his little head. “Have you introduced him to the horses yet?”

“No.”

She trailed behind him out onto the porch, waiting impatiently as he locked the door. They followed the drive she’d walked up yesterday to a track that led to the closest barn. Adjusting the baby in her arms, she asked questions about the number of mares in foal and what sort of work she’d be doing, other than seeing to the baby.

“Let me take him.” Fox plucked him out of her arms without breaking stride before she could argue.

She didn’t want to argue. She wanted to skip or run or just hug herself. Hug him. The sun was shining over a crisp autumn day and the horses in the paddock were in perfect health. A bay mare trotted toward them, clearly in love with Fox. She had a scar along her flank, but she moved with grace and pride.

“This is Mags,” Fox said. “Short for Magnificent. She was a rescue. Past her breeding age, but she’s a good influence on the herd and she’s always up for a trail ride.”

Mags let Kelsey stroke her nose and neck, arching into the touch. She sniffed and blew at Kelsey’s bun and sent the baby a curious glance when he gurgled.

Fox pointed out the other mares in the paddock that had been successfully bred. “These are due for pregnancy verification this week.”

“I can do that,” she volunteered. Hope fizzled when he shook his head.

“You’ll get your chance, I promise.” He smiled as they walked toward the barn. “Just take some time to settle in. We have months left before foaling and I have calls coming in each week for consultations.”

Mentally, she did a fist pump. This was exactly where she needed to be. The baby should have been getting sleepy by now, but he was wide-awake and taking it all in. “He loves making friends,” she observed.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It certainly isn’t a bad thing,” she replied.

The barn, in golden oak and dark brown trim, was framed by the beautiful backdrop of the ranch landscape. This might be the finest barn she’d seen. The sweet scent of hay teased her nose as she walked along with Fox through a wide center aisle flanked by roomy stalls on both sides. Long faces leaned out here and there, eager for Fox’s greeting. The building and paddock were as thoughtfully designed as everything else he had shown her so far.

“You know how to plan.”

“Better to do things right,” he replied, smoothing a hand up and down the white star on the long face of a chestnut mare.

“She’s a beauty,” Kelsey said, stepping close enough to slide her hand under the golden mane. “This is the coloring you’re known for.”

“As you know, I’d rather be known for a durable quarter horse, but as my brother Wyatt pointed out more than once, a showstopper is great publicity.”

“From what I’ve heard, you’ve accomplished both.”

“Is that what brought you?”

She felt his gaze on her and kept hers on the horse. “In part.” She’d lost count of the many things that had brought her here. After her last unhappy encounter with her brothers, she couldn’t even put the list into order of importance. She wanted to learn from Fox and get into the daily and seasonal routines of producing stunning, healthy livestock. She needed to establish a base, some permanence. At thirty she’d grown tired of her nomadic career and home life. “My recent work in labs has shown me how much I like to get my hands dirty.”

Fox laughed and the baby, nearly asleep on his shoulder, gave a start. He fussed a bit so Kelsey moved to take him. “He needs to be changed.” She bounced him gently. “And he’ll probably take a good nap after all this fresh air.”

They’d walked a full circle and came up to his house from the far side. He had a brick patio outfitted with an ironwork table and chairs under a pergola and a big grill off to the side. She was surprised to see a playset in the grass nearby until she remembered his mention of a niece. So maybe he wasn’t really afraid of children in general.

She held Baby John while he unlocked the back door, and they went upstairs. Having changed the baby’s diaper, the little guy wasn’t quite ready to sleep. Cradling him against her shoulder, she returned to the main room to find Fox staring out the window.

“If you want to go down to the office, I’ll join you when he’s asleep.”

“You think he’ll sleep in the truck?” he asked. “He’s been quiet for two trips so far. We should go out and take care of your car, pick up your things and then the baby stuff, too.”

“That would be fantastic if you’re sure we have the time.”

“We have the time.” He picked up his jacket but didn’t put it on.

They were locking up the front door when she realized her keys weren’t in her pocket. Dang it. This oversight wouldn’t help her prove herself as a competent and efficient caregiver and assistant. “I left my car keys upstairs.”

“No problem.” Fox reached out and took the baby. “Go on and grab them,” he said. “I’ll load him up.”

On a quick apology, she dashed up the stairs and hurried back down again. Fox was walking along, talking to the baby boy in his arms about the sky and trees and the grass.

“Ready,” she said.

Fox swiveled around and her breath caught. He and Baby John made a picture, the sunlight bathing both of them in a healthy glow. He was sinfully handsome with a sharp mind, a kind heart and gentle, capable hands.

She’d spent so much time focused on her independence she’d ruthlessly pruned all fantasies of domestic bliss from her imagination. But this? This vision could become her ideal. Not the specific pair in front of her—she wasn’t foolish enough to set her sights on this particular man and the baby that wasn’t his. She’d come here for a mentor. Better to keep things professional on that front. It had to be the generalities putting this unexpected flutter in her belly.

“We survived an entire minute without crying,” Fox said, a lopsided grin on his face. “I think he’d give you an A+ for teaching skills.”

“As long as you’re more comfortable with him, that’s the real win.” She shoved her hands into her pockets and wrapped her fingers around the car keys before walking over and opening the back door of the truck.

“I’ll let you load him in.” Fox handed her the baby and pulled the cotton blanket from his shoulder, revealing evidence of a productive baby burp. “Just let me grab a clean shirt.”

She smiled to herself as he strode back inside the house.

Fox couldn’t help noticing how effortlessly Kelsey managed everything the baby needed. It was hard not to resent her efficiency, even though that was exactly why he’d hired her. “You make it all look so easy,” he said.

She glanced at him as he put the truck into gear and the flash of confusion in her hazel eyes quickly gave way to amusement. “Practice,” she informed him. “That’s all.”

He liked her calm composure and her gentle, warm approach with the baby. And the horses. He wasn’t looking for her to aim that generous spirit or those wide beautiful eyes at him personally. She was here to do a job. He couldn’t trust himself with a baby, despite the assistance of the internet. It was highly unlikely, if he scared off Kelsey, that another capable nanny would wander up to the house.

Making a decision on the fly was a rare thing for him. He prided himself on thinking things through, exploring all the angles. But last night, he’d gone with his gut and it seemed to be the right call. Only time would tell if she held up to the breeding work, as well.

“Have you done any breeding?” he asked.

She sputtered and her pretty mouth dropped open and snapped closed again as she stared at him. “Beg pardon?”

He replayed the last few seconds in his mind and smothered a curse. “Horse breeding,” he clarified, his face reddening. “Have you done any fieldwork with horse breeding?”

She toyed with the cuff of her jacket. “Only with the big animal veterinarians in college,” she replied. “Most of my recent experience is in the lab, analyzing data, writing up reports.”

“What about not-so-recent experience?”

She twisted in the seat to check on the baby, giving him a big, cheesy smile, but Fox sensed she was stalling. Then again, reading people wasn’t his strong suit.

“I grew up on a working farm in a remote area north of here,” she replied, facing forward again.

If only that narrowed it down. There were miles of remote areas north of the Crooked C ranch. He would’ve pressed, but it seemed rude, since clearly she wanted to drop the subject.

He followed her directions to her car and checked the odometer when they finally found it. “You walked nearly eight miles yesterday?” The Avalanche Killer was still out there doing heinous things.

“I caught a ride for most of the way,” she said with casual ease. “Worth it since I’m working with the famous Fox Colton.”

As a nanny. Which, having reviewed her background again this morning, was a position for which she was vastly overqualified. He’d make it up to her, starting with her car. He trailed behind her as she opened the trunk of a faded blue compact sedan that had seen better days. “We’ll load up your things and then I’ll—”

She slammed the trunk lid, frowned and leaned all her weight on it in a hard push until the latch caught. “Got it.” She smiled. “It’s finicky.”

“Where’s the rest?” He watched her sling a leather computer bag over her shoulder and roll a large wheeled hard-sided suitcase toward the back of his truck. He jumped into action, lowering the tailgate to load the suitcase into the truck bed. She wisely carried her computer to the cab and tucked it behind her seat.

“That’s...everything?” She was thirty years old. Shouldn’t there be boxes or books or gear of some kind?

“Yes. This is it.” Her mouth pulled to the side. “Don’t be so shocked. I’ve lived in dorms and guest quarters for several years now.”

“But—” He’d been in college, worked a few internships along the way. Having stuff was counterintuitive to being comfortable in tight quarters. Still, he’d never traveled this lightly and he was a man.

“You’d be surprised how much I can fit into that suitcase. Less stuff makes it easier to move when I have to.”

“Sure.” Her situation prior to her employment with him was none of his business. “You’re right.” He backed away from her, resisting the strange urge to right some unseen wrong. He took pictures of her car and license plate and called the garage in town.

Once he’d arranged for the tow truck, he gave his phone number and authorized the shop to charge the repairs to his account. He gave the car one more hard study before climbing back into the truck. Might be better to sell it for parts if Kelsey was willing. With what he intended to pay her, she could buy a vehicle better suited to the ranch and the rugged Colorado terrain.

He turned toward town, eager to put her car in the rearview until he remembered their next stop wasn’t the office, but the baby store. “You can use one of the ranch trucks while they fix your car,” he said.

“That’s really generous,” she replied. “I appreciate it.”

“I gave the garage my phone number.”

“Oh, I should have thought of that.”

“It’s not like you won’t be within reach when they call.” His palms itched at another poor choice of words. Admittedly, his new assistant and nanny had a sweet and wholesome beauty. Although they’d be working closely, she couldn’t be within his literal reach. The wayward thoughts only proved he’d gone too long without a date. Forget the sex—the lack of dating let him fall out of the practice of having a casual, appropriate conversation with a woman.

“Did you bring the nursery list?” he asked. “I still can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“It’s on my phone,” she replied. “I promise to make it as painless as possible. With the right things on hand, it will be so much easier to care for Baby John. Do you have a budget in mind? Some things on my list are handy, not necessities.”

“Whatever he needs,” Fox said. “Whatever you want. Don’t worry about the money.”

“That’s not the only factor.”

He rolled his shoulders, but the tight muscles wouldn’t loosen. Why would someone drop this kid at his door? “Like you said, I can pass on the gear to the real father when we find him.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“What does that mean?” he demanded as he pulled into a parking space in front of the store. “I’m not good at this.”

“Talking?” she queried.

“Yeah.” It was at the top of the list of things he handled poorly.

Her auburn eyebrows, several shades darker than her hair, scrunched up when she frowned. It was pretty cute instead of intimidating. He should not be noticing those details and he absolutely shouldn’t be charmed by them.

“You’re great at talking. I’ve seen videos of your lectures.”

“I can talk horses and genetics until people pass out from boredom. People themselves, small talk and all the rest of it, I’d rather avoid,” he confessed.

“Wow.” She blinked several times. “That’s... Wow.”

He decided he didn’t want any clarification on the “wow.” “I’m overtired and overwhelmed.” He took a deep breath. “Like I said, don’t worry about the budget. Let’s just get in there, do what needs done and get back to the ranch.”

She straightened her shoulders so abruptly he thought she might give him a salute. “Count on me.”

He carried Baby John in the car seat, hoping that would make it easier for her to gather what she deemed necessary for baby care. He sure didn’t know the difference between one type of bottle and another or the benefit of zipper pajamas over the ones with a thousand snaps.

The last time he’d been this close to baby gear was when his sister had been expecting. For Wyatt and Bailey, he’d shopped online and had the gift and a gift card delivered to their house. He’d never thought he’d be bringing baby gear into his home.

He followed Kelsey through the store section by section as she added items to the cart. This wasn’t at all how he’d shop for a baby, given the choice. This wasn’t how he’d do anything, actually. He preferred to research, skim consumer reviews and dig deep into product testing and results. After several minutes of watching her, he realized she wasn’t just shopping according to her list. She seemed to be mentally going through her anticipation of Baby John’s day. She chose more bottles, similar to what had been dropped off with him. She found diapers in his size and picked up a box of the next size up. They had a quick debate about the convenience and necessity of a changing table. He finally agreed because it looked like the shelves would be a good place to stow the baby’s supplies.

Cruising through the bedding options, she turned to him. “I don’t think you should invest in a real crib and he’s too big for a cradle.”

“You want to keep him in the hay bin?”

“No.” She drew out the word and then her rosy lips pursed. “I’m thinking one of these things.”

He belatedly realized they were standing in front of a display of portable cribs that boasted all sorts of features and colors. He wanted to cover his eyes or run away.

“It’s safe, removes the hassle of assembling a real crib and we can take it to and from the office. Also saves you money and a potential fight later.”

“Fight?” What the hell was she talking about?

“Well, the safe bet is that someday your wife will want to decorate a nursery without hand-me-downs.”

“I’m not married.” Wives typically expected children and he had no intention of taking that leap.

Kelsey cocked her head. “Not now. I just...”

He latched onto the more immediate concern of having the baby in the office. “Get two,” he said brusquely. “One for the nursery and one for the office. We’ll get tired of packing up that thing and hauling it up and down the stairs.”

Her lips parted and closed. “Okay. Do you have a color preference?”

“Lady’s choice.”

“All right.”

As she turned around to study the options, he studied the mass of glossy, rose-gold hair that was twisted into a bun and secured just above the column of her neck. Her skin reminded him of sweet cream. He yanked his gaze back to the chubby-cheeked baby.

Kelsey chose two sales tags from the display and moved on without another word. Surely they had enough by now. He was wrong. She paused in an aisle filled with bright colors and happy babies pictured in and around various bath seats. What fresh hell would he be asked about now?

To his immense relief, she made her choice without quizzing him. She selected towels and washcloths, soap and lotion. He saw a hooded towel with a goofy horse face and added it to the cart. She didn’t notice.

“Do you have a rocking chair?” she asked as they walked by a row of over twenty rockers in various colors and fabrics and styles.

“If you count the one on the porch,” he said. “I can clean it up for you.”

“That works. Thanks.”

He noticed the way her hand lovingly caressed a glider with simple curves in a clear, walnut stain. It reminded him of an antique bentwood rocker, despite the bold daisy-print cushions.

“Bailey obsessed about the rocker in her nursery,” he said. He spotted a glossy white finish with a jungle-print fabric. “I think that’s the one she chose.”

Kelsey reached over and tucked the baby’s pacifier back into his mouth. “Bailey?”

“My sister-in-law,” Fox said. “She delivered their son two days ago. Hudson Earl Colton.”

“A stately name.” Kelsey smiled up at him.

He hadn’t thought of it that way before. “It is. Earl is in honor of our grandfather.”

She nodded, her gaze clouding over before she looked away. “Most moms spend hours in these.”

“Not nannies?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Depends on the client,” she said. “And the age of the child.” She moved on, apparently unconcerned about rocking chairs now that she knew he had one.

Fox plucked the tag from the rocker she’d admired and followed in her wake. At last they seemed to be done, just as the baby started fussing.

“You’ve got this?” Kelsey asked, lifting the baby from the seat.

He nodded, and she carried the baby and the diaper bag away. He worked with the checkout clerk, somehow surviving the constant stream of happy chatter. “These too,” he said, handing over the tags for the portable cribs, a changing table and the rocking chair.

“One for Grandma’s house, right? That’s smart.”

He didn’t bother to correct her. “Thanks.” His parents were long dead and he’d never thought of Mara as grandma material, though she happily doted on the grandchildren she had.

His eyes nearly crossed when the register displayed the final total as he pulled the credit card from his wallet.