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backseat and lifted Abigail from her car seat. Then he followed the step-by-step, very complicated directions for slipping her into the fabric that would hold her against his chest, kind of like a reverse backpack.
    As he was hooking one of the head supports, her little body slipped sideways, about stopping his heart. He quickly stabilized her head and snapped the buckle into place. Assured she was peacefully snoozing and wouldn’t fall out of the contraption, he climbed out of the truck, hoping he could work awhile.
    His flooring subcontractor, Zeb, a trim man in his sixties wearing jeans and an old blue work shirt, stood at the front of the brick ranch home they were building with his arms crossed, waiting.
    â€œHey, Zeb. Sorry again about the tile delivery. Pete assured me he’d have it here by nine this morning.”
    â€œWe can’t finish as promised if he doesn’t. I’ve already lost a day.” Zeb’s eyes narrowed as he spotted a tiny head peeking out of the carrier contraption. “Uh, congratulations?”
    â€œShe belongs to Remy. I’m babysitting.”
    A big breath of air whooshed out of him. “That’s good. Was afraid I’d missed something big.”
    Jake pressed fingers against his burning eyes. “Had a rough night. She cried for hours.”
    â€œLots of prayer going on in the West household, huh?”
    â€œYou know it. More like begging for mercy.” He laughed. “You know anything about colic?”
    â€œCan’t say that I do.” Zeb squinted into the late-morning sun. “Except I remember one of my girls had luck by changing her baby’s formula.”
    Jake nodded. Zeb had kids and grandkids, so Jake could trust parenting tips from the man. “Have you been inside? Did my cabinets get delivered?”
    â€œNot yet. The guys are still taping and muddin’ drywall and priming.”
    Jake needed to go inside, make sure everyone was on schedule and the work met his expectations. But a work site wasn’t the place for a baby. “If Pete isn’t here in fifteen minutes, I’ll call him.”
    â€œThanks, Jake. We’ll do a good job for you.”
    â€œYou always do.” He only hired top-notch subcontractors, and Zeb and his crew were the best around.
    Jake made a phone call, and as soon as he hung up, Abigail began to stir. She’d be hungry when she woke. She’d also need a fresh diaper...or two or twenty.
    There was no way he’d be able to work while caring for a baby. He needed to find child care, and quickly.
    Turning to go to the truck, he spotted Violet’s shiny, older model luxury convertible pulling in behind his vehicle. She’d either had it for several years or had bought it used. Either way, he had to admit she might have a good head on her shoulders. Well, except for the brand-new, very expensive tires.
    â€œOh, hello,” she said as she climbed out.
    â€œHey.” Had she been out for a Saturday drive and just happened to spot him? Or had she come to check up on Abigail?
    The latter was the more likely scenario.
    Wearing shorts and a flowery pink top, Violet looked like a breath of fresh air. Her mile-long, shapely legs caught the attention of a few of his men watching from the garage area.
    Jake put himself between them and Violet, blocking their view. “I was just headed to change Abigail and get a bottle.”
    â€œDon’t let me stop you.”
    Would Violet hang around? Jake had parked in the shade and planned to change Abigail’s diaper right there in the truck. Violet better not breathe down his neck and complain about his decision. He had to do a decent job with the diaper, though, or else Abigail would be strapped to his chest, a loaded weapon ready to wreak havoc.
    By the time he’d laid the baby on a changing pad placed on the vehicle seat, she was fully awake.
    Violet peeked around his shoulder. “Looks like that diaper’s