The Billionaire's Christmas Baby(19)

“I’m sorry about last night. And obviously, I don’t expect you to leave today.”

She took a sip of her coffee, wrapping her hands around the oversized cup. She had delicate hands. Her nails weren’t long, but nicely shaped. They didn’t have a French manicure or god-awful loud color on them… wait a second, when the hell did he even look at a woman’s hand… other than to see if there was a wedding ring on it? She looked into her cup. She hadn’t said anything yet and he realized that he was anxious for her response. Anxious in that sort of way that told him he cared about her feelings. Crap. First the nails, now the feelings.

“I was kind of worried about how we would get back in this weather,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, her lips curling up into a deliciously alluring smile. He needed a drink, but it was way too early in the day for that.

“Look, let’s call a truce okay? I think I’ve already made it clear that your plan doesn’t really…work for me. If we talk about it again, we’re going to end up arguing. You’ve got to understand that I have no intention of ever going along with this.”

The warmth in her eyes disappeared and was replaced by a fiery sheen. Hell, she probably had as big a temper as he. Her full lips were pinched and thin, and he bet she held back a long string of curses. Too bad. He got up and rummaged through the cupboards, aware that she was watching him, fuming. “What would you like for breakfast?” He forced himself to sound nonchalant.

“How about a knife? You can stick it right through my heart.”

He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or groan with frustration. He was going to ignore the bait. “It must be hours since you’ve eaten. Is cereal okay? I have muffins too.”

“Not hungry.”

He turned around to look at her. Her leg was crossed over the other and she drummed her fingers against the table. He sighed. “No point in starving yourself because you’re pissed at me.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Fine. I’ll heat up a muffin. Lemon cranberry,” he said when she continued to stonewall him.

“You bake?”

He shook his head, insanely relieved that she was speaking to him again. “My housekeeper does. She freezes a bunch of stuff for me to bring when I come up here.”

“So you have a lot of help at home?” she asked, looking innocent. She folded her hands neatly in her lap. He already knew her better than that.

“I’m a busy man. I work late hours. Very late. Not family man type hours,” he said, enunciating every word to make it clear that he knew exactly what she was getting at. The microwave beeped and he set the muffins in front of her. He sat down and waited for her to take a muffin before grabbing one himself.

“Ah, so you have everything then.”

He gave a terse nod.

“You have money, a penthouse, a company, a cabin,” she said, popping a piece of the muffin into her mouth

“Yes.”

“I mean, what more could there possibly be in life other than money, assets, and work?” She put another piece of muffin in her mouth and he lost his appetite. Who was she to judge him?

The sound of a baby’s cry prevented him from making a retort. Hannah jumped up, pulled out a bottle from the fridge, and dropped it in the small pot already filled with water on the stove. The baby. That baby was his niece. His sister’s responsibility. Not his.

He stood up so fast his chair nearly toppled over. “Do you mind if I go do some work?”

He could tell she was surprised at his abrupt interruption. She shook her head and licked her lips again. Yeah, he was so outta here. He refilled his cup of coffee and walked out of the kitchen.

…

Hannah laughed as she placed Emily into the bathroom sink. The baby loved her baths and gave a delighted gasp as her body made contact with the warm water. Hannah cradled her head with one hand and rubbed the soapy washcloth over Emily’s soft skin. Emily kicked her legs and gurgled loudly. She yelped as Emily splashed her.

“Everything okay in here?”

Hannah turned her head as Jackson walked in wearing an expression she couldn’t quite figure out. He looked down at Emily and for a second she thought he was going to smile, but instead she saw his jaw clench. She tried not to let her disappointment show. She didn’t expect him to be reduced to a pile of mush by looking at the baby, but maybe a hint of a smile…

“We’re doing fine,” she said as she rinsed the soap off Emily’s slippery skin. “Every time I give Emily a bath I seem to get soaked.”

She busied herself with getting Emily out of the water and into the waiting towel, and pretended not to be aware of Jackson’s intense gaze. His silence was disconcerting. She almost preferred the sarcastic comments to the silence. She spotted the sleeper that she’d already laid out peeking out from under the towel. Almost positive Jackson hadn’t noticed, she slipped it into the sink.