had promised his brother to care for the baby. He would keep that promise. That was the problem. Jamie was Lauren’s only relative, too.
Suddenly the condo seemed stuffy. He needed to leave. He turned to Ray. “Mind if I go out for a bit.” Thinking about Lauren brought another jolt of guilt. He’d said things to her he shouldn’t have uttered.
He wanted her. Her response to the kiss had shouted her desire but she’d rejected his offer. Was the cause lost?
You could try seduction.
The whisper in his head made him smile. A candlelight dinner with wine and flowers. He made a mean red sauce. Veal, pasta, salad. He dashed upstairs for a sweater, his wallet and keys.
“Where’s the nearest grocery store?”
Armed with directions Tony left. The rain had changed from misting to moderate.
At the grocery store he found everything he needed for the main course including fresh mozzarella and parmesan cheese. After leaving with directions to the main part of town he found a bakery, a liquor store and a flower shop.
When he arrived at the condo with his packages and sandwiches for lunch, he carried the first of the bags inside. The young man finished feeding Jamie. While the infant examined a stacking toy and a large soft plastic car Tony had bought, he and Ray ate.
While they sat at the counter Ray talked about Jim and Carrie. Sadness choked Tony’s thoughts. The young man knew more about the couple than he did.
When Ray carried the baby to the nursery Tony began cooking. Before long the aromatic aroma of the simmering sauce perfumed the air. Ray sat at the bar. “Smells great.”
“I’ll give you a sample before you leave.”
“Maybe a doggie bag.”
Tony laughed. “That can be arranged.”
At five Ray fed Jamie his dinner. As soon as he finished Tony turned from the stove. “How much are you owed for today and tomorrow? Lauren should be home soon. I think I can handle the tiger until she arrives. I’ll do the honors tomorrow so you won’t have to check in.”
Ray named a number. Tony added a bit more. The young man grinned and slipped him a piece of paper. “My number. Call if you need me. Tell Lauren I came. Don’t want her to think I didn’t. Tell her I’m good for Tuesday evening.”
“I will.”
Ray left with a sample of pasta and sauce. Tony shoved the flowers in a vase he found in the laundry room. He put candles in the holders and set the table.
“Up. Up,” Jamie waved his hands.
“Guess you’ll be happy to see her. So will I.” Her stared at the dark sky. The clock chimed six times. Where was she? Had she been in an accident? The thought chilled him. Jamie couldn’t afford to lose another relative.
What about you?
Not going there.
He turned and walked to the door. Lauren dashed up the walk. He opened the door. She ducked inside. Her coat dripped water on the floor.
“You’re soaked,” he said.
She ducked past him and left a cloth bag and her other burdens on the counter. “Where’s Ray?”
“Paid him. Sent him home. He said he’s good for Tuesday evening.”
Lauren left her shoes by the door. She hung her coat on a hook around the corner in the laundry room. Jamie held out his arms. She shook her head. “Auntie needs dry clothes. Something smells wonderful.”
“Dinner’s on me,” Tony said.
“I’ll take back a few nasty things I’ve been thinking about you.” She headed to the stairs. “Be down in a few.”
“Don’t rush.” Tony drew a deep breath. That went well. His body reacted to the sway of her hips as she dashed upstairs. Do not leap. Slow seduction.
He carried Jamie to the quilt and emptied the bag she had carried.
* * *
Lauren dashed upstairs. Rain had seeped through her coat making her sweater damp. The downpour had soaked her shoes and her slacks. She dashed around the corner at the head of the stairs and entered the master bedroom. Here she gathered clothes for tonight and tomorrow. Sweats, underwear, slacks and a sweater. As she