The Ten-Day Baby Takeover(3)

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Anna stopped at the door, turning to Sarah. “Stop by my office when you’re done. I’d love to get the title of that book you mentioned about getting a baby to sleep through the night.”

Sarah nodded and smiled as if she and Anna were best friends. What was he in for? “Yes, of course. Thanks so much for your help.” The door clicked shut when Anna left, leaving behind a suffocating silence. Sarah cleared her throat and stepped closer, the baby’s head still resting on her shoulder. “It would be great if I could sit. He’s really heavy.”

“Oh, sorry. Of course.” Aiden offered a seat opposite his desk. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with himself—stand, sit, cross his arms. Nothing felt right, so he settled on his chair.

“I know this is strange,” she started. “So I’ll just get right to it. Oliver’s mom was my best friend from high school. Her name was Gail Thompson. Does that ring a bell? She told me she met you at the Crowne Lotus Hotel in Bangkok.”

Aiden’s shoulders tightened. These tidbits of information hadn’t been in Sarah’s email. She’d only mentioned that she was guardian of his baby. To his knowledge, nobody knew about his brief affair with Gail. They’d met in the hotel bar and spent three days together before she went back to the US. That was the last he’d ever heard from her. “I do remember the name. Yes. But that doesn’t mean anything.” He shifted in his seat. He knew exactly where this was going. And that made his stomach lurch.

“Nine months after you and Gail had your little tryst in Thailand—” she fluttered her hand at him “—Oliver came along. Eight months after that, Gail called me and told me she had late stage cancer. I was the only person she could sign over guardianship to. She had no siblings—her parents died in a car accident when she was in college. She knew that I used to be a nanny and it just made sense. She said she tried to call you, but had even less luck than I did. It’s hard to be persistent when you’re dying.”

Aiden swallowed hard. Sarah’s email had mentioned that the baby’s mom had fallen ill. He’d assumed that she was still alive and that this was a scam for money to pay medical bills. “She passed away?” An inexplicable tug came from the center of his chest as his vision drifted to the child. All alone in the world. He’d known that feeling well when he was young, and he despised the idea of any child growing up that way.

“Yes.” Sarah pressed her lips together and nodded. She cupped the back of Oliver’s head and kissed him softly on the cheek. “That left Oliver with no mom. I was left in charge of finding you so I can sign over guardianship. I think it’d be best for everyone if we kept this as simple as possible and try to wrap it up today.”

Today? Did she say what I think she said? No. That was not happening. “You expect to waltz into my office, hand me a baby I’ve never seen in my life, and then what? You go back to wherever you came from and I’m expected to raise this child? I don’t think so, Ms. Daltrey. You aren’t going anywhere until I know for certain that the baby is mine. We need lawyers. Paternity tests. I’m not convinced this isn’t a big fat hoax.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she otherwise seemed unfazed by his reaction. “First off, it’s Sarah and his name is Oliver. And I understand you’re shocked, but that’s not my fault. If you’d taken my phone call, you could’ve been prepared for this.”

“I seriously doubt I would’ve felt prepared. It’s the middle of the workday. I’m a single man and an incredibly busy one at that. I am not prepared to care for a baby I didn’t know about five minutes ago.” Anger bubbled up inside him, but it was more than this inconceivable situation. He disliked his own dismissive tone. Considering the way his father had treated him, he didn’t want to reject the little boy. No child deserved that. Especially one who didn’t know who his father was.

“I understand you’ll want a paternity test, but I think that the minute you see him awake, you’ll realize he’s yours. He looks just like you. Especially his eyes. Plus, he has the same birthmark you have on your upper thigh.” A flush of pink colored her cheeks. She cast her eyes at her lap, seeming embarrassed. Despite the nature of their conversation, Aiden found it extremely charming. Sarah seemed to be the sort of person who wore her heart on her sleeve, a quality that made her incredibly sexy, too. “I mean, Gail told me you have one. And that’s where Oliver gets it.”