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and his mysterious sister drag her to a
place she didn't want to go.
Deliberately, she turned toward her apartment and slid her key into the
lock. She had barely touched the knob when Matt's door flew open. His
hair stood on end, as if he'd raked his
fingers through it a dozen
or more times, and his eyes had a wild look
in them.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Into my apartment."
"You said you'd help."
"I don't hear Emily crying."
"That's because she cried herself to sleep," he said, waving his hand
in the air. "She screamed every second of the last two and a half
hours. Her face turned purple. I thought for a minute she had killed
herself when she finally fell asleep."
Caitlyn tried not to smile, because in truth, a desperate, barefoot
Matt Winters was pretty irresistible. "Well, she's asleep now. You
should try to get some rest, too."
"You can't leave me alone with her."
"I think I can."
Matt grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with desperation. "I'm going
crazy, Caitlyn. She hates me. Nothing
I do is right. She hates the way
I hold her, the way I talk to her, the way I feed her. I'm doing
everything wrong. You have to help me."
"I'm sure she just misses her mother. It's not you."
"It is me. I was never good with babies. Kids that can talk are okay,
but babies are like little aliens to me."
She felt herself weakening. "I can't. It's been a long day, and I'm
tired," she said, removing her arm from his grip. There—she'd done it.
She'd said no.
"I'll make you dinner." He snapped his fingers, a new light in his eyes
now, one of determination. "Or I'll order out. That would probably be
safer for your stomach. I'm not much of a cook. And we can have some
wine. Do you like red or white?"
'"White, but that doesn't matter. I'd like to help you, but I—"
"But what?"
"It's too hard," she said helplessly, knowing he wouldn't begin to
understand and she couldn't begin to explain.
"I know it's hard. That's why I need your help," he said,
misunderstanding her reluctance. "I've been playing music to cover up
her crying, but I'm afraid if she keeps on screaming, someone in the
building will come looking for a baby, and then what will we do?"
"We?" she asked pointedly. "I don't think it's our problem, I think
it's your problem."
"If you want to split hairs," he said with a shrug.
"I'm hardly splitting hairs. She's your niece."
Before he could reply, Emily let out a glass-breaking shriek from
inside the apartment.
"See," Matt said. "She's awake and mad. I think she needs a woman's
touch, something soft and gentle. Like you."
Matt looked into her eyes, and Caitlyn felt the breath flee her chest
again. He was really, really good at getting past her defenses, and he
didn't even know it. So intent was he on securing some help that he
had
no idea he was affecting her in a basic man/woman way that reminded her
this situation was dangerous on many different levels.
Before Caitlyn could offer up another protest, Matt pulled her into his
apartment. Emily sat in her car
seat on the floor by the couch. And it
was her tiny, puckered, angry face that drew Caitlyn to her side.
Undoing the straps, Caitlyn picked Emily up and cradled her
instinctively against her chest.
Emily's tiny mouth turned immediately toward Caitlyn's breast, seeking
nourishment, love, nothing that Caitlyn could
give her, and that tiny gesture almost broke Caitlyn's heart.
"Get me a bottle," she ordered Matt. "Do it now."
Matt stared at her, then moved into the kitchen, where she heard him
running water and hitting the buttons on the microwave.
"It's okay, baby," she whispered. "Your food is coming."
Emily whimpered and squirmed and grabbed Caitlyn's hair. Her little
fingers tugged at the strands so tightly tears came into Caitlyn's
eyes. But at least this pain was real and not the phantom that haunted
her dreams.
"Here you go," Matt said, returning to the room with a bottle.
She put the nipple into Emily's mouth and the baby sucked greedily.
Caitlyn
place she didn't want to go.
Deliberately, she turned toward her apartment and slid her key into the
lock. She had barely touched the knob when Matt's door flew open. His
hair stood on end, as if he'd raked his
fingers through it a dozen
or more times, and his eyes had a wild look
in them.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Into my apartment."
"You said you'd help."
"I don't hear Emily crying."
"That's because she cried herself to sleep," he said, waving his hand
in the air. "She screamed every second of the last two and a half
hours. Her face turned purple. I thought for a minute she had killed
herself when she finally fell asleep."
Caitlyn tried not to smile, because in truth, a desperate, barefoot
Matt Winters was pretty irresistible. "Well, she's asleep now. You
should try to get some rest, too."
"You can't leave me alone with her."
"I think I can."
Matt grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with desperation. "I'm going
crazy, Caitlyn. She hates me. Nothing
I do is right. She hates the way
I hold her, the way I talk to her, the way I feed her. I'm doing
everything wrong. You have to help me."
"I'm sure she just misses her mother. It's not you."
"It is me. I was never good with babies. Kids that can talk are okay,
but babies are like little aliens to me."
She felt herself weakening. "I can't. It's been a long day, and I'm
tired," she said, removing her arm from his grip. There—she'd done it.
She'd said no.
"I'll make you dinner." He snapped his fingers, a new light in his eyes
now, one of determination. "Or I'll order out. That would probably be
safer for your stomach. I'm not much of a cook. And we can have some
wine. Do you like red or white?"
'"White, but that doesn't matter. I'd like to help you, but I—"
"But what?"
"It's too hard," she said helplessly, knowing he wouldn't begin to
understand and she couldn't begin to explain.
"I know it's hard. That's why I need your help," he said,
misunderstanding her reluctance. "I've been playing music to cover up
her crying, but I'm afraid if she keeps on screaming, someone in the
building will come looking for a baby, and then what will we do?"
"We?" she asked pointedly. "I don't think it's our problem, I think
it's your problem."
"If you want to split hairs," he said with a shrug.
"I'm hardly splitting hairs. She's your niece."
Before he could reply, Emily let out a glass-breaking shriek from
inside the apartment.
"See," Matt said. "She's awake and mad. I think she needs a woman's
touch, something soft and gentle. Like you."
Matt looked into her eyes, and Caitlyn felt the breath flee her chest
again. He was really, really good at getting past her defenses, and he
didn't even know it. So intent was he on securing some help that he
had
no idea he was affecting her in a basic man/woman way that reminded her
this situation was dangerous on many different levels.
Before Caitlyn could offer up another protest, Matt pulled her into his
apartment. Emily sat in her car
seat on the floor by the couch. And it
was her tiny, puckered, angry face that drew Caitlyn to her side.
Undoing the straps, Caitlyn picked Emily up and cradled her
instinctively against her chest.
Emily's tiny mouth turned immediately toward Caitlyn's breast, seeking
nourishment, love, nothing that Caitlyn could
give her, and that tiny gesture almost broke Caitlyn's heart.
"Get me a bottle," she ordered Matt. "Do it now."
Matt stared at her, then moved into the kitchen, where she heard him
running water and hitting the buttons on the microwave.
"It's okay, baby," she whispered. "Your food is coming."
Emily whimpered and squirmed and grabbed Caitlyn's hair. Her little
fingers tugged at the strands so tightly tears came into Caitlyn's
eyes. But at least this pain was real and not the phantom that haunted
her dreams.
"Here you go," Matt said, returning to the room with a bottle.
She put the nipple into Emily's mouth and the baby sucked greedily.
Caitlyn
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