Love Inspired May 2015 #2 Read Online Free PDF

on pretty good.”
    â€œYep.”
    â€œSo I guess you don’t need any help with the clean one.”
    â€œNope.” He successfully changed her despite the tense woman watching. When Abigail fussed, he popped a bottle in her mouth and tucked her in the crook of his arm.
    â€œHow did she sleep last night?”
    â€œNot well. I’ll bring her by the office if we continue to have problems.”
    â€œProblems? What type of problems?” Violet asked, going from the diaper police back to pediatrician.
    â€œShe cried from eight until nearly midnight. I think she has colic.”
    â€œWell, there are several things you can try, like—”
    â€œThanks, but I read about it on the internet. Got some ideas.” He nodded toward town. “And I bought your whole list of baby stuff, so we’re good to go.”
    The Pete’s Flooring truck arrived with the tile as Abigail slurped down the formula.
    â€œExcuse me a minute.” Jake strode across the lot.
    Happy and bright-eyed, Abigail let the nipple slip out of her mouth. He tucked the bottle in his front pants pocket. Abigail watched him as he directed Pete where to drop off the tile. While Pete’s men unloaded the pallets, the truck with the kitchen cabinets arrived.
    â€œJake, do you want me to hold her?” Violet called as she picked her way across the muddy expanse of the future front lawn.
    â€œHang on just a minute.”
    Needing to direct the second delivery, and hoping to prove to the doc that he could take care of his baby cousin, Jake safely tucked Abigail in the carrier against his chest, talking sweetly to her in a voice that no longer felt strange. A couple of his men snickered.
    Ignoring them, he pointed the second group of deliverymen toward the garage. Once they finished unloading, they started backing out, nearing Pete’s truck.
    â€œWhoa!” Jake rushed over, waving his arms to stop the collision.
    Startled by his voice and sudden movement, Abigail shrieked, her arms and legs flailing. He quickly soothed her, patting and cooing.
    Jake finally sent the cabinet truck on its way, then turned and found Violet standing at the front of the house watching him. Frowning.
    She glared at the mess of scraps and tools around them. “This isn’t an appropriate place for a two-week-old baby. You’re going to have to make other arrangements or—” She huffed.
    Or what?
he wanted to say but didn’t dare challenge her in the situation. He’d already come to the same conclusion himself.
    â€œThis isn’t a normal day,” he said instead. “I’m still juggling, trying to figure out my new schedule with Abigail. I just dropped by to check on the tile delivery.” Mainly, he needed to get through his first full day with a baby.
    Today, on four and a half hours of sleep, he’d bought baby equipment and supplies, changed several diapers, fed her two bottles and coaxed three burps. He’d even managed to keep Abigail alive. That victory must count for something.
    He probably deserved a medal.
    Violet stood looking at him as if he was a nail in one of her four-hundred-dollar tires.
    He walked away before he said something rude.
    Close on his heels, she followed, her spotless white flip-flops getting mired in mud. He stopped and turned.
    Looking at her feet, she didn’t notice his sudden change in direction and barreled into him. Slowly, she looked up, frustration flashing in her pretty eyes. “This place is too hazardous for a baby.”
    â€œYou’re more at risk in your open-toed shoes than a baby is tucked against my chest.” The chest Violet stood literally six inches from. “So did you come just to see if I had Abigail with me?”
    â€œI happened to be out. Saw your truck. Thought I’d stop by and see if she needs anything.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “More likely, you wanted to make sure she survived the night.”
    She