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counters and brass fixtures. “Very nice.”
Kevin shut the door and continued down the hall to their right. Once he reached the end, he opened another door. “This is your room.”
Leah walked inside ahead of Kevin, her mouth agape. The place was adorned in varying hues of blues,including a king-size bed. A bed that looked all too familiar. “Is this your bedroom suite from the condo?”
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah. I bought a new set for my room, so I decided to put this one in here since I’d barely owned it a year.”
“I know when you bought it,” she said, an obvious edge in her tone. “I helped you pick it out.”
“Yes, you did.”
Great. Now she’d have to retire and wake up in a bed that she and Kevin had put to good use many, many times. She remembered some of those moments in great detail—Kevin’s expertise, the heat of his mouth, his feather-light touch, the weight of his body. She quelled the urge to shake her head in an effort to dislodge the images.
Kevin cleared his throat, drawing Leah back into the present, a place she should never leave again. He brushed past her and opened another entry. “As promised, your whirlpool bath.”
As soon as Leah stepped onto the white tile covering the floor of the huge bathroom, Carly lifted her head and whimpered, as if she too couldn’t believe their good fortune. “I wouldn’t know what to do with this much space.”
Kevin sent her a half smile. “You’ll figure it out. Now let’s go see my favorite room.”
No way, no how. Not after her previous remembrances. “Kevin, I really don’t need to see your bedroom.”
“I meant Carly’s room, Leah.”
Her face heated over her erroneous assumption. “Then lead the way.”
Again Leah followed behind Kevin while Carly began to wriggle restlessly against her. Perhaps the baby was excited over the prospect of new sleeping quarters, a ridiculous supposition since a three-month-old only looked forward to one thing—eating.
To say the nursery was totally amazing would be a colossal understatement. The room had been meticulously decorated in tones of muted purple, including a butterfly-bedecked comforter covering a round white crib with a matching canopy. Every imaginable stuffed animal lined a small daybed set beneath an arched window draped with frilly lilac curtains.
Leah turned to Kevin and smiled. “This is unbelievable. How did you get all this done in a week?”
“I had some help.”
No doubt from some woman, considering the noticeable feminine touch. “Your current girlfriend?” Now why on earth had she asked that? In truth, she didn’t want to know.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t trust the decorating to just anyone, so I asked Mallory. She jumped in and took over, although I had the final say on her decisions.”
Leah was caught between unwelcome relief that he was unattached, and concern over how his sister had taken the news about the arrangement. In the limited time she’d been around Mallory, she’d grown to respect her greatly. “She did a wonderful job, Kevin. What did she say when you told her about Carly?”
“She was surprised, but she’s dying to meet her. Itold her we’d find a night in the near future to have dinner with her and Whit, if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course.” She could handle dinner with people she’d considered friends before her breakup with Kevin. “What about your mother and father? How are they taking the news about the baby and the move?”
Kevin’s gaze faltered. “I haven’t found the time to tell them.”
Most likely he hadn’t found the fortitude to tell them. Although Leah had never met his mother and father, she did know they were traditionalists and might not look too kindly on her and Kevin living together. Of course, they weren’t living together in that way, nor would they be. Not if she kept her wits about her.
When Carly began to fuss, Leah
Kevin shut the door and continued down the hall to their right. Once he reached the end, he opened another door. “This is your room.”
Leah walked inside ahead of Kevin, her mouth agape. The place was adorned in varying hues of blues,including a king-size bed. A bed that looked all too familiar. “Is this your bedroom suite from the condo?”
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah. I bought a new set for my room, so I decided to put this one in here since I’d barely owned it a year.”
“I know when you bought it,” she said, an obvious edge in her tone. “I helped you pick it out.”
“Yes, you did.”
Great. Now she’d have to retire and wake up in a bed that she and Kevin had put to good use many, many times. She remembered some of those moments in great detail—Kevin’s expertise, the heat of his mouth, his feather-light touch, the weight of his body. She quelled the urge to shake her head in an effort to dislodge the images.
Kevin cleared his throat, drawing Leah back into the present, a place she should never leave again. He brushed past her and opened another entry. “As promised, your whirlpool bath.”
As soon as Leah stepped onto the white tile covering the floor of the huge bathroom, Carly lifted her head and whimpered, as if she too couldn’t believe their good fortune. “I wouldn’t know what to do with this much space.”
Kevin sent her a half smile. “You’ll figure it out. Now let’s go see my favorite room.”
No way, no how. Not after her previous remembrances. “Kevin, I really don’t need to see your bedroom.”
“I meant Carly’s room, Leah.”
Her face heated over her erroneous assumption. “Then lead the way.”
Again Leah followed behind Kevin while Carly began to wriggle restlessly against her. Perhaps the baby was excited over the prospect of new sleeping quarters, a ridiculous supposition since a three-month-old only looked forward to one thing—eating.
To say the nursery was totally amazing would be a colossal understatement. The room had been meticulously decorated in tones of muted purple, including a butterfly-bedecked comforter covering a round white crib with a matching canopy. Every imaginable stuffed animal lined a small daybed set beneath an arched window draped with frilly lilac curtains.
Leah turned to Kevin and smiled. “This is unbelievable. How did you get all this done in a week?”
“I had some help.”
No doubt from some woman, considering the noticeable feminine touch. “Your current girlfriend?” Now why on earth had she asked that? In truth, she didn’t want to know.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t trust the decorating to just anyone, so I asked Mallory. She jumped in and took over, although I had the final say on her decisions.”
Leah was caught between unwelcome relief that he was unattached, and concern over how his sister had taken the news about the arrangement. In the limited time she’d been around Mallory, she’d grown to respect her greatly. “She did a wonderful job, Kevin. What did she say when you told her about Carly?”
“She was surprised, but she’s dying to meet her. Itold her we’d find a night in the near future to have dinner with her and Whit, if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course.” She could handle dinner with people she’d considered friends before her breakup with Kevin. “What about your mother and father? How are they taking the news about the baby and the move?”
Kevin’s gaze faltered. “I haven’t found the time to tell them.”
Most likely he hadn’t found the fortitude to tell them. Although Leah had never met his mother and father, she did know they were traditionalists and might not look too kindly on her and Kevin living together. Of course, they weren’t living together in that way, nor would they be. Not if she kept her wits about her.
When Carly began to fuss, Leah
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