Before he could recover from that, she opened the fridge and removed a bottle for the baby. Through the sex fog he noticed a new appliance on the counter.
“It’s a bottle warmer,” she explained. “I thought it would work really well for you. Takes all the guesswork out of feedings.”
“That’s great,” he said, reaching for the bottle at the same time she did. Accidentally, their fingers touched, and Logan pulled back quickly, as if shocked. But then he noticed Isabella looked flustered and busied herself with inserting the glass cylinder into the device.
Logan’s mind was racing. So she had made him dinner and was now here, in the kitchen with him, scantily dressed…
Get a fucking grip.
“I gave her the bottle cold.” He forced his attention back to the conversation they’d been having. Was she avoiding his eyes? “Maybe that’s why she got…what did you call it?”
“Colic,” she supplied helpfully. “I took her to the pediatrician today. She checked out fine. We are going to try a different formula to see if that helps.”
He was nodding, appreciating that she was taking care of the details. And grateful for the distraction. “I’m glad she’s healthy.”
“If it’s any consolation, her shots are up-to-date. At least the mother had done all that.” She finally looked up.
Definitely avoiding his gaze.
“I ordered some furniture. She’s going to outgrow the bassinet very quickly.”
“About that.” Logan took another sip of the beer and tried not to look at her tits. “I’m not sure that kind of expense makes sense. Desiree filed a paternity suit and she’ll have to show up for the hearing in a couple of weeks. If she takes the baby back, we won’t need all that stuff.”
“You really think that will happen?” She actually snorted!
She made him sound like a prize idiot. “She’s her goddamn mother!” Logan exploded. “Once she realizes she could lose her child…”
Isabella did an eye roll. “Logan, you need to wake up. This woman doesn’t sound as if she has a maternal bone in her body. I’ve seen it before; some people just aren’t cut out to be parents even though they can reproduce. I don’t think there’s a chance in hell she’s going to take that baby back.”
Sweat broke out on his brow, and he paced the floor. “She has to! This is ridiculous! I am not—”
“You don’t know if you are the father or not.” Isabella sternly cut him short. “You’ve had sex with this woman. If you really want to know the truth, get a DNA test. But in the meantime, you have a baby.”
“Christ,” Logan swore, his anger evaporating, replaced by confusion. “How could this have happened? I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
Isabella’s expression changed from the lecturing schoolmarm to sympathy. And it would have been fine if she hadn’t closed the distance between them and put her hand on his shoulder in an effort to comfort him.
But she did.
“I get it that this is a shock, something you weren’t at all expecting at this time in your life,” she said softly. “Maybe you are right. Desiree shows up for the court date, you talk, and it all turns out okay.” She took a deep breath, and he could swear he drowned in those fucking eyes. “But if it doesn’t, you’re going to need a plan B. And I’m here to help you.”
That did it. All of it. The meal, the caring, the assurance that he wasn’t alone, that this woman was in it with him, made him snap. His gaze lowered from her eyes to her lips and his blood heated. They were perfectly shaped, a little pouty and wet, as if begging him to taste her, and her hand seemed to burn where she touched him…
He wanted her. Wanted her in a way he had never wanted any other woman, and needed her twice as much.
He might have still resisted, but her green eyes turned to a soft shade of jade, shot with confusion, before she dropped them. Awkwardly, she tried to remove her hand, but he caught it in his and she
“It’s a bottle warmer,” she explained. “I thought it would work really well for you. Takes all the guesswork out of feedings.”
“That’s great,” he said, reaching for the bottle at the same time she did. Accidentally, their fingers touched, and Logan pulled back quickly, as if shocked. But then he noticed Isabella looked flustered and busied herself with inserting the glass cylinder into the device.
Logan’s mind was racing. So she had made him dinner and was now here, in the kitchen with him, scantily dressed…
Get a fucking grip.
“I gave her the bottle cold.” He forced his attention back to the conversation they’d been having. Was she avoiding his eyes? “Maybe that’s why she got…what did you call it?”
“Colic,” she supplied helpfully. “I took her to the pediatrician today. She checked out fine. We are going to try a different formula to see if that helps.”
He was nodding, appreciating that she was taking care of the details. And grateful for the distraction. “I’m glad she’s healthy.”
“If it’s any consolation, her shots are up-to-date. At least the mother had done all that.” She finally looked up.
Definitely avoiding his gaze.
“I ordered some furniture. She’s going to outgrow the bassinet very quickly.”
“About that.” Logan took another sip of the beer and tried not to look at her tits. “I’m not sure that kind of expense makes sense. Desiree filed a paternity suit and she’ll have to show up for the hearing in a couple of weeks. If she takes the baby back, we won’t need all that stuff.”
“You really think that will happen?” She actually snorted!
She made him sound like a prize idiot. “She’s her goddamn mother!” Logan exploded. “Once she realizes she could lose her child…”
Isabella did an eye roll. “Logan, you need to wake up. This woman doesn’t sound as if she has a maternal bone in her body. I’ve seen it before; some people just aren’t cut out to be parents even though they can reproduce. I don’t think there’s a chance in hell she’s going to take that baby back.”
Sweat broke out on his brow, and he paced the floor. “She has to! This is ridiculous! I am not—”
“You don’t know if you are the father or not.” Isabella sternly cut him short. “You’ve had sex with this woman. If you really want to know the truth, get a DNA test. But in the meantime, you have a baby.”
“Christ,” Logan swore, his anger evaporating, replaced by confusion. “How could this have happened? I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
Isabella’s expression changed from the lecturing schoolmarm to sympathy. And it would have been fine if she hadn’t closed the distance between them and put her hand on his shoulder in an effort to comfort him.
But she did.
“I get it that this is a shock, something you weren’t at all expecting at this time in your life,” she said softly. “Maybe you are right. Desiree shows up for the court date, you talk, and it all turns out okay.” She took a deep breath, and he could swear he drowned in those fucking eyes. “But if it doesn’t, you’re going to need a plan B. And I’m here to help you.”
That did it. All of it. The meal, the caring, the assurance that he wasn’t alone, that this woman was in it with him, made him snap. His gaze lowered from her eyes to her lips and his blood heated. They were perfectly shaped, a little pouty and wet, as if begging him to taste her, and her hand seemed to burn where she touched him…
He wanted her. Wanted her in a way he had never wanted any other woman, and needed her twice as much.
He might have still resisted, but her green eyes turned to a soft shade of jade, shot with confusion, before she dropped them. Awkwardly, she tried to remove her hand, but he caught it in his and she
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