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you?”
    “I’ve already explained my days are chaotic in the extreme. I keep a schedule, but I’m always on call. I can’t give you a set time.”
    “Come on.” She sighed, her understanding slipping. “That’s a cop-out.”
    “Be careful, Ms. Rhodes.” Dark color stained his cheeks and he fixed a fierce frown on her.
    “Good parents make time for their kids.”
    “I’m aware of that, but—”
    “No buts . Everyone’s busy. We’ll just work at it untilwe find a time. We’ll start with breakfast. How does bacon and eggs sound?”
    He shook his head. “I usually grab something at the station.”
    Now he was just being difficult.
    “Good. You’ll be able to focus all your attention on Mickey. You can have a cup of coffee while you feed him.”
    “I’m the employer, Ms. Rhodes. I make the rules.”
    “Yeah, I’ve noticed you’re big on rules. It’s all about structure and control for you, isn’t it? So you’ll understand the benefit of a regular schedule for your son.”
    He scowled, but she saw he was thinking about her comments. Good. She rose and went to the door.
    “Thanks for showing me my rooms. I’d like to get settled in, but I’ll see you at breakfast. Seven o’clock. I’ll cook.”
     
    He blew her off again the next morning. When she came in, he was strapping on his utility belt, getting ready to walk out the door.
    He nodded to the baby monitor. “Carmichael is still sleeping. He should be up soon. He slept through the night for the first time since getting here. I have to go.”
    She propped her hands on her hips. “What about our date?”
    His laser green gaze sliced to her, and she cringed inwardly at her unfortunate word-choice. The word probably added to his irritation at being questioned at all.
    “Our appointment will have to wait until tomorrow.The Mayor called for a breakfast meeting. Was I supposed to tell him I couldn’t make it because I had to feed my son?”
    “You say that as if feeding your son isn’t important.” Walking to the table for the baby monitor, she sent him an aggravated glare. “Did you even suggest an alternative time?”
    “No.” He shrugged. “We often meet over breakfast. We’re busy men, it’s easiest to get our session out of the way early.”
    “And that was fine when you were on your own. Now you have a son who needs your attention.”
    “He’ll get it tomorrow morning.” He grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He slid on mirrored shades, which added an extra layer of stern to his tough visage. “Don’t attempt to interfere with my work, Ms. Rhodes. You won’t like the results.”
    Nikki fumed as he closed the door on her—figuratively and literally.
    She stormed into the kitchen and took her ire out on innocent pots and pans.
    “Oh, shoot. Wait!” She went running for the door, to catch Trace before he left, but when she stepped out on the deck it was to watch his SUV disappear down the street.
    “Dang.” Stubborn man. He’d riled her both last night and this morning, so she’d forgotten to ask about the car seat for Carmichael. She assumed it must be in Trace’s vehicle, because she hadn’t found it when she went through the house and garage yesterday. There was nostroller, either. Nor playpen or walker. The only baby items were the crib and dressing table and a highchair.
    He needed to pick up the necessities from his in-laws’ place or buy new ones, because she and Mickey were prisoners without them. Back in the kitchen, she frowned at the cupboards, reminded they were also low on groceries. She began to plot her evening. There was more than one twenty-four-hour superstore in the county.
    If she had to call 911 to get his attention, she and Trace would be visiting one before the night ended.

CHAPTER FOUR
    N IKKI was ready for Trace when he got home at seven that evening. She sat alone at the dining-room table, her purse in front of her, along with a small cooler of food. The elusive Russ was playing with