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“THAT’S not funny.” Glaring up into the sheriff’s cold gray eyes, Michelle carefully shifted the baby so his nose wasn’t pressed into her.

“It’s not meant to be.” He tapped his badge. “I don’t joke about the law.”

“And I don’t abandon defenseless babies.”

“No, you just break into houses.”

“It’s my house,” she reminded him through gritted teeth. “So there’s no reason I wouldn’t have brought the baby inside.”

“You knew it was a boy,” he said, arms braced across his broad chest.

“A guess from the blue blanket. And it hasn’t been substantiated yet. You called him a boy, too.”

“He arrived at the same time you did.”

“You don’t know what time I got here.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Seems to me he arrived at the same time you did.”

How dare he accuse her of such an atrocious act? She fully admitted she looked out for number one. You had to put yourself first when no one else did. But she had a soft spot for kids, got along with them better than a lot of adults.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “And as you’re so quick to claim, it’s your doorstep.” She made a point of pulling open the neck of her shirt and looking from the baby to the man. “I think he has your eyes.”

His frown turned ferocious. “That’s not my kid.”

“Are you sure?” she persisted just to aggravate him. “He looks about three or four months old. Think back about a year, something will come to you.”

“There is no possibility the child is mine.”

“How can you be so sure? A lot of men have vague memories when it comes to things like this.”

“I know.”

“Oh, right.” She rolled her eyes at his arrogance. “You know.”

“I haven’t been with a woman since I moved to River Run.” Acknowledgment of what he’d revealed came sharp on the heels of his outburst. “Ah, hell.”

“Why?” The word burst from her. Shocked, she ran her gaze over him. “You’re not bad-looking and your body is smoking hot.”

“I have my reasons, which are none of your business.” The grimness of his tone warned her the topic was closed.

“Okay.” She valued her own privacy too much to disrespect other people’s rights to the same. “We’ve established he’s not mine and not yours, so who is he? Was the seat all that was with him? Was there a diaper bag? Maybe there’s a note.”

“I’ll check.” Happy for action, he headed for the door.

While he was gone she went through the seat. She found a pacifier and a soggy piece of paper. She was trying to shake it open when Nate returned with a diaper bag.

“What’s that?” he demanded.

“It was in the seat.” She handed the paper to him. “I think it’s the note we’re looking for.”

Sitting beside her, he carefully unfolded the paper and spread the note. He took up a good portion of the couch and Michelle would have moved away from the large bulk of him, but she wanted to see the note.

Plus he was warm. And he smelled good.

So instead of sensibly moving away, she scooted closer and peered over his large arm. Pretending not to notice his big hands and the thick width of his wrist, she read the note.

Nate,

This is your cosin Jack. I never wanted a kid. Im too old and I cant take care of him and work. I gotta work to stay outta the joint. Jack talked good about you. He was good to me so Im giving his kid to you. If you don’t want him giv him to some body to giv him a good home.

“Well, I’m off the hook. Too bad for you,” Michelle muttered. The letter offended her. She knew desperation, knew self-absorption, and she could never abandon a child. She suddenly had new respect for her father, who’d at least accepted the responsibility of raising her.

“Joint?” she sneered.

“She means jail.”

“I know what joint means. She’s barely literate, but that’s no excuse for abandoning her baby. How could she give her son away? What about your cousin Jack? Where is he?”

“Dead.”

Oh, man. “I’m sorry. What happened?”

“He was killed in a bar fight five months ago.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t say it like that.” The eyes he turned on her were grieving. “Like he was a lowlife drunk. Jack was a nice guy, but he was troubled. He should never have followed me into the service. Some men aren’t meant to be killers. A stint on the front line messed him up good, and then they sent him home. But the damage was done. He began drinking, had a hard time keeping a job.”

Nate rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “He was excited about the baby. Becoming a father was the first thing he cared about in a long time. And then he was gone. He didn’t even get to see his son.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again, with more feeling this time. It was a sad story. She looked down at the lump of the baby under her shirt and thought he had a hard time ahead of him. She didn’t remember her mother, she’d died when Michelle was two, but she had been loved, coddled during those first formative years. Little Jack didn’t even have that.

When she looked up, she found the sheriff watching her.

“You need to call Child Services.”

“Why?”

Her eyebrows lifted, giving away her surprise. “So they can come get Jack, of course.”

He shook his head. “They’d only try to locate his next of kin, and that’s me, so there’s no need to call them.”

“But you aren’t equipped to take care of him.”

“No,” he said grimly, “but it looks like I have little choice.”

“So what does that mean? What are you going to do?”

He shrugged. “Raise him.”

She blinked at him. “Just like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.” What did it say about him that he hadn’t even hesitated? That he was honorable? Responsible? Both fit with him being a sheriff. “You’re not even going to think about it?”

“My uncle took me in, taught me what it meant to be a man. Jack was like a brother to me. Of course I’m going to take care of his kid.”

“That’s huge. There aren’t many men I know who would just take a baby in like that.”

“Then they aren’t men.”

That was a pretty tough stance. But after a moment’s thought, Michelle nodded. He was right. One thing she could say about her dad, he’d never tried to give her away.

“Do you have to start tonight? Couldn’t you call Child Services to take him until you move into your new place and get all the gear you’ll need?” How could she work on the house with a baby around? They required care and feeding, and quiet.

His hands went to his hips and he shook his head, his expression forbidding.

“Ms. Ross, if anyone is leaving tonight, it’s you. As it is, you’ll be leaving first thing in the morning. Because this is my place for the next four months.”

“But I need to sell the house. And I need to make improvements.”

“Not my problem.”

“But it’s my house.”

“And I have a lease. We’ve been over this.”

“But—”

He held up a hand. “There are rental laws. Read them. Then we’ll talk.”

Michelle wanted to bite the offending hand. Arrogant jerk. It wasn’t her fault her father rented the place without letting her know. She had the right to move on with her life and selling this house was a big part of that.

But she was smart enough to know pressing the issue wouldn’t gain her any points, so she retreated.

She nodded at the note. “What about the mother? She didn’t sign the note. Do you know her?”

“I met her. Wasn’t impressed.” The very flatness of his tone spoke volumes. “She has a criminal record so she won’t get another chance to hurt Jack.”

“Understand I have no sympathy for the woman, but it’s possible she knocked. We were arguing and the storm is loud.”

“Then she should have knocked harder—” there was no give in his response “—waited for me to open the door and talked to me.”

“You might have said no.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“No, but it’s a possibility she wasn’t willing to risk. Wait …” Michelle suddenly noticed something was different. “He’s stopped shivering. I heard that’s bad.”

“Maybe not.” His calm response took the edge off her panic. “If he were still in the cold, yes. But he’s been warming up. The need to shiver is gone. Is he still breathing?”

She froze, worried for a moment he’d stopped, but she felt the soft heat of his breath against her chest.

“Yeah.” She glanced down at her misshaped T-shirt. “I’d feel better if I could see him.”

Nate stepped over, grabbed the neck of her undershirt in both hands and effortlessly tore an eight-inch rip down the front. Michelle gasped, shocked by his outrageous action.

“Hey!” she protested, glowering at him.

“You said you wanted to see the baby. Now you can.”

Yeah, and the swell of her breasts and the pink lace of her bra. She pulled her flannel shirt closed over herself and the baby.

“I thought the point was to keep the baby warm.”

“Right. And skin-to-skin is the best way. Warm fluids would be good, too.”

She nodded toward the diaper bag. “There’s probably stuff to make a bottle in there. Do you think you can handle it or should we trade places?”

“If I’m going to raise him, I may as well learn how to feed him now.” He grabbed a bottle and a tin of formula from the diaper bag and headed for the kitchen.

Michelle frowned after him. Most people would probably find that admirable. She just found it annoying. It was just as much a fault to have to do everything yourself as to want everyone else to do it for you.

Then again she may just be reacting to her disappointment in not getting to see the baby pressed to Nate’s bare chest.

She imagined it would be a pretty impressive sight.

Thinking about it, she decided, no, her annoyance had nothing to do with being denied an erotic peek and everything to do with Sheriff Nate Connor being an arrogant pain in the butt.

In the kitchen Nate leaned against the counter and curled his shaking hands into fists.

How righteous he sounded when he told her he’d be raising Jack. Little did she know the internal fight he went through.

What did he know about raising a kid? Nothing. Sure his uncle had taken him in, but he’d been a stupid teenager and Uncle Stan already had a kid, so taking on Nate had been nothing new. And the Lord knew Nate was already messed up so there was little Uncle Stan could do to damage him.

Not so with Jack. He was an infant with his whole life spread out before him. The damage Nate could do encompassed everything from the baby’s health to his spiritual upraising. Nate groaned. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he went to church, the last time he’d done more than take the Lord’s name in vain.

New rule—no cursing.

Because he was a father now, no matter how freaked the notion made him. Because he was no coward and no quitter. He owed Uncle Stan and Jack, so Nate reached for the can of formula and began to read.

He would learn and he would adjust. And he and baby Jack would be just fine.

The baby stirred against Michelle and she looked down into frowning gray eyes. Jack was awake.

“Hey, little guy, how are you doing?” She smiled in relief and to assure him she was a friend. His color had improved and she cuddled him close and rubbed a finger over the downy softness of wispy wheat-colored hair. “Are you feeling better?”

He blinked at her, which she took as a yes.

“Bad news, buddy, your mom, the lowlife witch—” Michelle’s sweet tone never changed as she dealt the insult “—dropped you on Cousin Nate’s doorstep in the middle of the biggest storm of the season.”

He stared at her with sober eyes, taking in every word she spoke.

“Hopefully, your daddy was smarter than your mommy.” She nodded at the alertness in his gaze. “The good news is your cousin Nate says he’s going to raise you.” Chewing the inside of her cheek, she sighed. “Actually, I’m not going to lie to you. It’s a good news-bad news thing. He’ll be a rock for you, but he’ll have impossible expectations. At least that’s how it was with my dad.”

His little face crumpled and he began to whimper.

“Oh, shoot.” Michelle gently bounced Jack, trying to calm him. “No, baby, don’t cry. Shh. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Nate is different.”

“Different from what?” a deep voice demanded.

Flinching internally, she carefully controlled her expression when she met Nate’s challenging gaze.

“I was warning him how difficult it can be to live with a sheriff.”

He lifted one dark brow, silent reproach in the gesture. “Thanks for undermining me before I’ve even met the kid.”

“The truth is the truth.”

“Being sheriff is what I do.” He handed her the full bottle. “It’s not who I am.”

“I was raised by a lawman.” The warm bottle felt good in her hand. She checked the temperature of the formula on her wrist. Perfect, of course. She fed it to Jack, who latched onto the nipple and sucked, his little hands coming up to rest on the bottle. “I know what wearing that uniform means. Long hours, community service, duty first. Family a far and distant second.”

“You don’t know anything about me. I won’t be judged by the actions of another.”

“Fine. Prove me wrong.”

“I would.” Nate settled into the corner of the couch. “But you won’t be around to see. You just want to sell this house and head back to the city.”

He was right. And she wouldn’t apologize for wanting to move forward with her life. “I’m not going back to San Francisco. I’m moving to Los Angeles.”

“Really?” He lifted one dark brow. “Following some guy south?”

She snorted. As if she’d move across town for some guy. “My agent thinks it’ll be better for my songwriting career. And now who’s judging?”

“I’m just calling it as I see it.”

“There’s nothing in this town for me anymore.”

“You’ve never believed there was anything here for you,” he said.

Michelle glanced up from the sweet baby to study the stoic sheriff. How did he know her so well when they’d only met briefly at the funeral before today? She didn’t think Dad had been the type to talk about his absent daughter. Maybe she’d been wrong about that.

“You were wrong then and you’re wrong now.”

“Wrong?” Could he read minds now?

“About what the town has to offer.”

“I don’t have anything in common with the people here. I want more.”

“More what?”

The same question her dad had always had for her. She didn’t know! She just knew this town lacked what she needed.

“More everything. More music, more options, more money, more entertainment, more men, more people who want more.”

And Dad had never understood, never accepted how important music was to her, that songwriting wasn’t just a dream but what drove her.

“Shallow. I guess you’re right after all. River Run has character, people with heart and integrity who care about their neighbors, where life is more important than entertainment and meeting strangers in the street.”

No surprise, Sheriff Nate Connor didn’t understand, either. Why that hurt she couldn’t say.

She ran the back of her finger over baby Jack’s powder-soft cheek, wishing him a better life in River Run than she’d had. “He’s asleep again.”

“Good. Hypothermia is hard on the system.”

“Is the storm going to get better or worse tomorrow?”

“Why? You have somewhere you gotta be?” he mocked her.

“Just answer the question.”

“Worse. This was only supposed to be a light snow flurry, but a massive cold front pushed down from Alaska causing blizzard conditions. It’s supposed to get worse before it gets better. We’ve battened down the town and advised people to stay inside except for emergencies.”

Nodding, she tucked the fleece-wrapped baby in the crook of the couch and set his bottle on the oak coffee table.

“Then I should get at least one of my other suitcases tonight.” She reached for her shoes.

Nate didn’t move. “You’re not going out in the storm. Didn’t you hear me say I advised the townspeople to stay inside?”

“This is an emergency.”

“You’re safe and sound inside a warm house. There’s food and water, and a flushing toilet. How is this an emergency?”

His long-suffering expression made her grit her teeth.

“I need clothes. I have a change of underwear in my overnight case, but not clothes.” She tugged at her ripped T-shirt. “And the ones I have on came into contact with a Neanderthal.”

“You can borrow something of mine.” He shrugged off her sarcasm. “Nobody is going back out into the storm.”

Shooting daggers at him, because she’d hoped he’d offer to get the cases for her, she made her way around the table to the middle of the room. Her ankle throbbed but held her weight.

“Ten minutes ago you were ready to send me on my way.”

“That was before I’d been back outside. The storm has worsened.”

“All the more reason to go now. I’m going to get my suitcase and you can’t stop me.”

He laughed. And pushed to his feet with a lithe grace that spoke of muscle and discipline and the easy strength to make her do anything he wanted her to.

Aggravating man.

“You don’t scare me.” Still she couldn’t prevent taking an instinctive step back. And immediately felt her ankle turn. Pain streaked through her foot and she started to fall.

She screamed.

The baby cried.

And the lights went out.