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“Hold him, talk to him. Let him get to know your voice.”
I frowned as I stared at Devon, but I leaned down and picked him up. His eyes stared at my face. “Hey there, little guy. I’m Trevor,” I paused, “your Dad.”
Davina snickered. “See, it’s not that hard.”
I cuddled Devon to my chest and took a seat on the other end of the couch as Davina began to type on her laptop.
As she worked beside me, I studied Devon’s face and touched his hand that was waving about. He grabbed my finger and squeezed, and just like that, that weird feeling in my chest was back.
Chapter Six
Davina
Idid not want to like Trevor Vaughn; I really didn’t. In fact, I wanted to hate him, but as he talked softly to Devon about things that made no sense to me, I found myself listening more to him than doing my work.
Every once in a while, I would notice Trevor looking at me from the corner of my eye, but I pretended not to notice. He continued to sit there talking to Devon about guns and safety in strange countries, and I tried not to laugh. Those weren’t particularly subjects that I would have chosen, but Devon seemed interested as he remained quiet, once in a while cooing or grunting.
Trevor yawned so widely that I heard his jaw pop, and as I glanced over, I saw Devon yawning too, his eyes closing and then popping back open.
“You should try to get him back to sleep so you can get a nap,” I said.
Trevor turned tired eyes to me and spoke in a gravelly voice that made me almost shiver. “Yeah, and how do you suppose I do that?”
I studied him for a moment, thinking over something I had done previously after reading about it on the internet. “Take your shirt off.”
His eyes popped wide. “Excuse me?”
“Take your shirt off, then lay him on your chest so that his ear is to your heart. That soothes babies.”
“And you know this how?”
“I read it on the internet. It worked once or twice for me when he was really cranky.”
He gave me a lopsided smirk. “You took your shirt off and laid him on your chest?”
I lifted my chin higher. “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”
His gaze drifted down my face to my chest and then back up before he replied, “No.”
I hated the fact that my body had slightly responded to his slow appraisal. He was a womanizer, and I wasn’t interested in a man like that. Hell, I wasn’t interested in any man right now. Not until my classes were over and I got my master’s, then I could think about a relationship—maybe.
Not that I wanted a relationship with Trevor Vaughn. Nope. No way. Forget it.
He laid Devon down on the couch between us and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I didn’t want to notice, and I sure as hell didn’t want to stare, but damn, he had a nice chest for a man around forty. I felt my face flush as I lifted my gaze to his and found him watching me carefully.
For a long moment, the two of us stared at one another, and then I forced myself to look away. “Now lay him on your chest and lean back a little bit.”
He picked up Devon and shifted the squirmy baby to his chest as he leaned back slightly, resting his head against a pillow he’d put behind his head. Devon wiggled against his chest, and I suddenly envied the little guy. How long had it been since I’d cuddled up to a man’s chest? Years? And when was the last time that I had ever curled myself around someone that had a chiseled chest? Um, never.
“You’re staring at me,” he said softly.
I lifted my eyes to his and quickly looked away. I didn’t want to be drawn to this man. “Just making sure he’s okay.”
“You weren’t checking out my brawny chest?” I heard the humor in his voice and rolled my eyes.
“You’re not my type.”
“Yeah, what’s your type, Davina Daniels?”
