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“Kylie.”

He repeated her name in singsongy tones, gently bobbing her up and down. He even elicited a little giggle.

“Doesn’t seem evil to me,” he said with a grin.

You just wait, Finn O’Reilly. She checked her watch. Only five more hours to go.


Kylie wailed. A supersonic screech Finn suspected was doing permanent damage to his eardrum.

Veronica watched from her perch on the couch with a sly grin. She was loving every minute of this. And in all honestly, so was he. But for different reasons. She loved that she was proving her point—babies weren’t all they were cracked up to be. But between the wailing and spitting up, there were moments when those little brown eyes connected with his, and it seemed as if everything in the world was right. That’s what he’d wanted, two little brown eyes of his own to love. Or maybe blue, like his.

“Do you think she’s hungry?” he asked. “Do you think she needs to be changed?”

He lifted the baby and sniffed gingerly at her bottom. He tensed and immediately held his breath. “The baby’s sick. That’s not a normal smell.”

He turned and laid her on the blanket in the middle of the living room.

The baby had caused such a ruckus he’d almost forgotten why he’d come here in the first place. Later. Right now wasn’t the time to bring up the future. They had a baby to change.

“Are you just going to watch?” Evil woman. She seemed delighted he was flustered. And that she was right, and he had been wrong about the ease of caring for an infant. It definitely wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns.

“That was my plan.”

“Get your sweet ass over here before I find a spatula.”

Her breath caught, and there was no mistaking the heat in her eyes at the reminder of their first kinky scene together. But now was not the time for indulging in sexual fantasies. Unfortunately.

She slipped off the couch and crawled over to where he was kneeling above the baby. She licked her lips, a tiny knowing smile curved at the side of her mouth. “Watching you with a baby is sexy.” She licked his earlobe. “You’re so sexy.”

What the hell. When she’d left him in the cabin, she’d sworn never to pick up where they had left off. Hmm. Maybe babies were an aphrodisiac.

His dick twitched in his pants, but the mood was ruined by a waft of nasty stench. They both eyed the baby. They stared a few beats, then looked at each other.

With a nod, they silently agreed. They were going in.

He reached down and undid the tabs of the diaper. He pulled back the front and they both recoiled at the sight.

“Sweet baby Jesus. That’s disgusting.” He turned his head aside as Kylie kicked her legs up and down.

Veronica gagged and covered her mouth and nose with a hand, but she reached for the diaper bag and pulled out a new one, along with a container of wipes, setting them at his knees. “Go for it,” she said in a nasally voice, obviously trying not to breathe through her nose.

“I thought we were doing this together?”

“I’ve already done one. Your turn.” She rested on her heels and stood, walking away into the kitchen. “Besides, this will be great practice for the houseful of babies you want, remember?”

He looked down at the baby. “Yeah, but…”

She stopped in the doorway and turned to face him. “But…?”

“That’s different. This is…” He frowned, anxiety washing over his face.

“I thought you were the baby whisperer.” She hiked a brow. “You just need to get rid of the dirty diaper, wipe her down, and put on a new one.”

Right. How hard could it be?

He reached for the plastic container of wipes and tackled the worst of it, but the baby didn’t make it easy. She squealed and kicked as he held her tiny legs, making it difficult.

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