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“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m stupid. Heck, you can probably teach me a thing or two about kids. I want some of my own some day. Maybe I’ll get you to teach me how to be a good dad.”
Sonya laughed and shook her head. “Okay, dial it down, crazy.”
She picked the baby up out of the swing, and the three of them wandered a few steps away, out of Romy’s earshot. He realized Zeborah was calling to him and focused on her. Maybe he should take her offer. The two of them had been good together physically, and she might serve to distract him from his feelings for Sonya. He knew where Zeborah stood as far as her morals went, so he was in no danger of falling for her.
“Why don’t we have dinner and talk about it?” he suggested.
She caught her breath. “Really?”
“Did you call expecting me to say no?”
She gave a nervous chuckle. “I guess I did, but I hoped. All right. Tonight? And then back to your place?”
She had to be joking. “I said we’ll talk. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
He disconnected and looked back at Sonya and the idiot. Desire made him want to walk over there and claim her mouth and her curvy body. Common sense made him start back to his car. He typed in a text to Frost.
“Take care of them.”
Frost assured him he was on it, and he had to be satisfied with that.
Romy descended the stairs to the first floor of the mansion. He paused at the sound of laughter and went to see what all the commotion was about. While he was still in the hall, he had a good view of the kitchen. Sonya sat at the kitchen table, barefoot in a pair of shorts and an oversized T-shirt. She had propped one foot up on the chair and was making silly faces at the baby who was strapped into his seat. The squeals of delight from the baby set off Sonya to join him, and Romy couldn’t look away.
“Peek-a-boo,” she teased, and Arron squealed and clapped his hands.
Romy leaned against the doorjamb to watch them. He tried to speak but failed. It didn’t matter anyway. All he wanted to do was to stare at them. His family. Well technically not Sonya but as Arron’s mamma, she was a part of the Sartori household.
For an instant he envisioned what it would be like to add another baby to the group, one that looked like—What are you thinking, Romy?
He ran a hand over his face and turned to go. All of a sudden the date he had with Zeborah didn’t appeal in the least. Yet, he forced himself to keep walking.
“Romy.”
He stopped. She came bouncing along the hall with the baby on her hip. Grinning up at him and stealing his sense of what the heck he was doing right about then, she held the baby out.
“Arron wants to say good night. He’ll be asleep by the time you get back.”
Didn’t she wonder what he was up to? Didn’t it bother her that he might have a date, that he might be sleeping with another woman?
Of course not. You’re the sap that always falls for your lover.
No, that wasn’t true. He didn’t have many lovers in his past, and he didn’t fall in love easily. His problem was when he did begin to care he made the wrong choice with the wrong one. Did that mean she was wrong for him?
“Earth to Romy.”
He came to himself and took his son into his arms. Arron had learned to stop fighting him whenever he held him. In fact, he wore a smile whenever Romy came into the room now. Romy couldn’t get enough of it. He kissed the baby’s head and held him close then looked at Sonya.
“I happened to overhear that you want to play soccer again.”
She frowned at him.
“If you like, I can watch Arron.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Are you insinuating I can’t handle him for a two or three hours?”
She laughed. “No, I didn’t think you would go for it.”
