will be finished.”
“Not long. Maybe ten minutes.” He stood beside the changing table and watched. While Lauren reached for the diaper she held a towel over his genitals. She slid the diaper under him and removed the towel as she covered his front.
“So that’s how it’s done,” Tony said.
“Did he get you?”
“Yes. Good thing I wasn’t wearing a shirt.”
Lauren finished dressing Jamie and sat in the rocker. She didn’t notice when Tony left but the aromas seeping from the kitchen made her stomach rumble. She lifted Jamie over the side rail of the crib and left the room.
Food was on the table. For a moment she nearly protested the seating arrangements but they had a truce. Tony filled glasses with a ruby red liquid.
Lauren arched a brow. “That’s a lot. I seldom drink. Makes me dizzy.”
“Just sip.”
She cut a piece of veal and tasted. “This is delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”
“From our cook. She let me hang out in the kitchen when I was on punishment. Jim never acted up the way I did. He never seemed to rebel but he always went his own way.”
She swallowed a bite of pasta. “If I ever meet this woman I’ll thank her.” Why had she said that? Once they settled the matter of guardianship there would be no reason for them to meet other than to exchange Jamie. Probably not then either. He would send the nanny.
She concentrated on the food and ignored his attempts at flirtation. With subtle movements he touched her arm or thigh. Finally she finished the last bite on her plate. She rose and cleared the table. “You really are a great cook.”
The food, the flowers and the warmth of the house made her yawn. Though she thought about bed they had to talk.
“There’s dessert,” Tony said.
“You made something else?”
“My talents don’t run to baking. I found cannoli at the bakery where I bought the bread.”
“I’m stuffed. Maybe later.” She slid the last plate into the dishwasher, covered the leftovers and put them in the fridge.
“Then we’ll talk about which days are best for you to have Jamie.”
Her eyes widened. "You’re agreeing to joint custody.” She left the kitchen and settled on the end of the couch.
Tony nodded. “I’ve had a chance to think this over. Jamie loves you and you are as much his relative as I am.”
Chapter Three
Lauren rose and walked to the French doors. She wanted to believe him. Her chest felt tight. Tears prickled. What did he mean about which days?
Tony moved to her side. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m just glad we don’t have to go to court.”
With a finger he wiped the tears. “Stop.”
“They’re tears of relief.” She turned and leaned toward him intending to kiss his cheek and found his mouth instead.
He took charge drawing her into his arms. He kissed her like a sailor on shore leave after months at sea. She parted her lips to receive his tongue. As he explored her mouth she tangled hers with his.
Tony turned and pulled her to the couch. As he sat he pulled her onto his chest. His hands slid beneath her top and unfastened her bra. He released her mouth and pulled her sweatshirt over her head.
“Lauren,” he whispered. “Let me see you.”
She straightened. At this instant she felt as if she’d fallen into a dream. One that had begun years ago on the day her sister had married his brother and they had stood with the pair.
He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs. Her breath caught. She slid her hands beneath his sweater. “Let me see you, too.”
He tossed his sweater on the floor and pulled her close. His chest hair tickled her skin. He rose and pulled hr to her feet and bent to suckle her breasts.
“Damn, you taste better than dessert.”
Lauren arched her back and pressed her lower abdomen against his firm erection.
Tongues tangled and dueled as he lowered her to the couch. Heat flowed from the kiss, the feel of his firm muscles and settled into the place