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had been taken off the market, it looked to be in good enough shape. Except for the tires.
    How could anyone live in Colorado and not have snow tires on their vehicle by the time the weather turned icy? Or if they were snow tires, the tread was so worn that they might as well have been inner tubes.
    None of his business, Trevor told himself while Haylie dug into her purse for her keys. Unless, of course, it turned out that Bradley was his son. In which case, it was very much his business, and he would see to it that all four of the woman’s tires were replaced immediately. Or better yet, he would replace her car entirely…buy her something much safer and better suited to Aspen and Denver in the winter months. A Hummer like his. Or maybe a damn tank.
    Juggling her purse and keys and the baby, Haylie struggled to get the driver’s side door open, and Trevor stepped forward to help.
    “Here, let me,” he murmured, taking the keys from her hand.
    Once he had the car unlocked, she opened the rear door, then turned to him and said, “Could you hold him for a minute?”
    Without waiting for a response, she thrust Bradley against his chest and his arms came up automatically to grab the overstuffed bundle shoved in his direction. Catching the baby beneath the arms, Trevor held him out away from him like a bag of angry, venomous snakes.
    Haylie was facing the opposite direction, fiddling with the child’s safety seat and the belts that held it in place, so she didn’t see what he was sure was an expression of sheer terror on his face.
    He didn’t know anything about babies. Not how to hold them or feed them or change a diaper. What if Bradley started crying? And didn’t babies leak? Tears and drool and spit-up, and even worse things that, thank God, a diaper would likely catch.
    But Bradley wasn’t leaking. If anything, he looked positively delighted by his new handler. His cheeks were pudgy and pink, his eyes bright with amusement. He was kicking his little legs as though dancing to music only he could hear, and if Trevor wasn’t mistaken, he thought the child might even be smiling.
    Did babies this age smile, or did he just have gas?
    Bradley gave an extra-exuberant kick and giggled. Intentionally. Definitely not gastrointestinal related.
    With a silent chuckle of his own, Trevor’s trepidation began to fade and he bent his arms, bringing Bradley back against his chest.
    He was kind of a cute kid. Didn’t mean he was a Jarrod, but he still had that whole irresistible baby thing going on that Trevor had heard so much about, especially where women and their biological clocks were concerned.
    A minute or two later, when Haylie climbed out of the car with the safety seat, Trevor was making faces at Bradley and bouncing up and down the way he’d seen her do back in his office.
    “I can take him now,” she said.
    Trevor shook his head. “That’s okay, I’ve got him.”
    After all, this wasn’t as tough as he’d thought, and if the baby turned out not to be his, it might be the only chance he got to do the new-dad thing for quite some time. And if Bradley did turn out to be his son…well, he could use all the practice he could get.
    Sliding his glance to Haylie, he nodded at the car seat. “Can you get that, or do you want me to carry it?”
    “I can get it, but…” She frowned a bit and sounded slightly worried. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather trade?”
    “Nope, we’re fine,” he said, giving Bradley another little jiggle that had him giggling. “Make sure your car is locked and that you have everything you need before we take off.”
    Half an hour after that, Trevor pulled the Hummer into a spot in front of the doctor’s office and cut the engine. Haylie was already out of the car and working to collect Bradley when he got around to her side to help.
    Unlike while Trevor had been holding him, the little boy’s nose was now wrinkled, his mouth pursed and his eyes squinted in displeasure. He was