Icy wind probed beneath the hem of Hadley’s warm coat and pinched her cheeks when she emerged from the vehicle’s warmth and fetched Maggie from the backseat. Secure in her carrier, a blanket over the retractable hood to protect her from the elements, the infant wouldn’t feel the effects of the chilly air, but Hadley rushed to the barn anyway.
Slipping through the door, Hadley found herself in a forty-foot-long rectangular room with windows running the length of the space on both sides. To her right she glimpsed an indoor arena, empty at the moment. On her left, the windows overlooked a stretch of grass broken up into three paddock areas where a half-dozen horses grazed. That side of the room held a wet bar, a refrigerator and a few bar stools.
On the far end of the lounge, a brown leather couch flanked by two matching chairs formed a seating area in front of the floor-to-ceiling fieldstone fireplace. Beside it was a doorway that Hadley guessed led to the ranch offices.
Her rubber-soled shoes made no sound on the dark wood floor, and she was glad. The room’s peaked ceiling magnified even the slightest noise. She imagined when a group gathered here the volume could rattle the windows.
A woman in her early fifties appeared while Hadley was gawking at the wrought iron chandeliers. They had a Western feel without being cliché. In fact, the whole room was masculine, rugged, but at the same time had an expensive vibe that Hadley knew would appeal to a clientele accustomed to the finer things.
“Hello. You must be Hadley.” The woman extended her hand and Hadley grasped it. “I’m Ivy. Liam told me you’d be coming today.”
“Nice to meet you.” Hadley set the baby carrier on the table in the center of the room and swept the blanket away. “And this is Maggie.”
“She’s beautiful.” Ivy peered at the baby, who yawned expansively. “Liam talks about her nonstop.”
“I imagine he does. Having her around has been a huge change for him.” Hadley unfastened the straps holding the baby in the carrier and lifted her out. Maggie screwed up her face and made the cranky sounds that were a warm-up for all-out wailing. “She didn’t eat very well this morning, so she’s probably hungry. Would you hold her for me while I get her bottle ready?”
“I’d be happy to.” Ivy didn’t hesitate to snuggle Maggie despite the infant’s increasing distress. “Liam has been worthless since this little one appeared on his doorstep.”
Hadley had filled a bottle with premeasured powdered formula and now added warm water from the thermos she carried. “I think discovering he’s a father has thrown him for a loop, but he’s doing a fantastic job with Maggie.”
“You think he’s Maggie’s father?”
Something about Ivy’s neutral voice and the way she asked her question caught Hadley’s attention. “Of course. Why else would Maggie’s grandmother have brought her here?” She shook Maggie’s bottle to mix the formula and water.
“It’s not like Liam to be so careless. May I?” Ivy indicated the bottle Hadley held. “With someone as good-looking and wealthy as Liam, if he wasn’t careful, a girl would have figured out how to trap him before this.”
“You think Kyle is Maggie’s father?”
“That would be my guess.”
“But I thought he was based on the East Coast and never came home. Candace told me Maggie’s mom was from San Antonio.”
Hadley was uncomfortable gossiping about her employer, but reminded herself that Ivy was his family and she’d asked a direct question.
Ivy smiled down at the baby. “She’s Kyle’s daughter. I’m sure of it.”
Any further comment Hadley might have made was forestalled by Liam’s arrival. His cheeks were reddened by cold, and he carried a chill on his clothes. Hadley’s pulse tripped as his penetrating gaze slid over her. The brief look was far from sexual, yet her body awakened as if he’d caressed her.
“Here are my girls,” he said, stopping between Ivy and Hadley. After greeting Maggie with a knuckle to her soft cheek, he shifted his attention to Hadley. “Sorry I wasn’t here to greet you, but I was delayed on a call. What do you think of the place so far?”
“Impressive.” Warmth poured through her at the inconsequential brush of his arm against hers. “I never expected a ranch to have a barn like this.” She indicated the stone fireplace and the windows that overlooked the arena. Staring around the large lounge kept her gaze from lingering on Liam’s infectious grin and admiring the breadth of his shoulders encased in a rugged brown work jacket.