massive grounds in her earlier years many times, but nothing in her wildest imaginings had prepared Brooke when she entered the home for the first time. While she expected opulence and cold austere surroundings, she foundâ¦warmth.
That was a shock.
The stone entryway led to rooms of creams and beiges, golden textured walls, rich wood beamed ceilings and living spaces filled with furniture that she would describe as comfortable elegance. A giant floor-to-ceiling picture window in the living room lent a view of lush grounds and vineyards below.
The architecture of the home was more villa style than anything else. It was an open plan on the first floor but the upstairs spread out to four separate wings, Nick explained.He followed Brooke to the stairway, carrying her bags as she held Leah.
âYou doing okay?â Nick asked from behind as she climbed the steps.
âGreat, you wonât have to catch me again.â
âNo, Iâm not that lucky.â
Was he flirting? Boy, she was struggling to keep her head from clouding up and one comment from him had her head spinning again.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped and turned. âWhich way?â
Nick stood on the step below her and their eyes met on the same level. He stared at her, then cast his gaze lower to where Leah had clutched her blouse, pulling the material aside enough to expose her bra. Nick flashed Brooke a grin, dimples and all, then looked back at Leah, who seemed absolutely fascinated with him. He poked her tiny nose gently and the baby giggled. âGo into the first set of double doors you see.â
Brooke entered the room and then blurted, âThis is your room.â
She couldnât miss it. His baseball trophies sat on a shelf next to pictures of Nick with his brothers and one family photo from when both of his parents were alive. The entire room oozed masculinity from the hardwood floors covered with deep rust rugs and a quilt of the same color covering his king-size bed. Another picture window offered an amazing view of Napa from the hilltop.
âYes. Itâs my room.â
She whirled around and narrowed her eyes at him. âSurely, you donât expectâ¦â She couldnât finish her sentence, her mind conjuring up hurtful images of the last time sheâd been with Nick.
Nick set her bags down and leisurely looked her overfrom the top of her bandaged head to her toes inserted in beach flip-flops. Tingles of panic slid through her.
âIt makes the most sense, Brooke. Thereâs an adjoining room where the nurse will sleep.â And finally, he added, âIâll take the guest room, two doors down.â
Her sigh of relief was audible and so embarrassing that she couldnât face him. What made her think he was at all interested in her anyway? He probably had scores of women dangling, just waiting for a call from him.
She scoured the room looking for a safe place to lay Leah down to sleep. Finally, she glanced at Nick, who was busy taking out a few items of clothing from his dresser. âThere was a little play yard for Leah in the trunk of my car.â
âItâs here.â
âIt is?â
He nodded. âI got the rest of your things out of your trunk this morning.â
âAnd you brought them here?â
He shrugged. âI figured the kid needed them. Iâll bring them up later.â
Overwhelmed with gratitude and ready to cry, she didnât know what to say. âI, uhâ¦thank you, Nick.â
âNo problem. Use whatever you need. Thereâs a great shower and tub. Climb into bed if you want to. The nurse is due in half an hour. Iâll send her up when she gets here.â
âWhat about you? You must have had plans today. Donât let us keep you.â
âSweetheart, no one keeps me from doing what I want to do.â He winked and walked out of the bedroom.
How well she knew.
âWell, Leah, that was Nick
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