Sawyer’s, and his hand on her arm. A dozen things went through her mind, including an attempt to convince him once more that she hadn’t slept with him to get info about his investigation into her brother. However, she doubted she’d ever convince him of that.
Then Cassidy saw it. The fire burning in his sizzling blue eyes. And she also saw that he was as disgusted with it as he was with her. But despite the fierce battle in those eyes, she also saw it was a battle he was losing.
Oh, no.
He couldn’t lose. Not with stakes this high. And Cassidy was certain she had no willpower to resist anything he doled out.
Cursing her, then cursing himself, Sawyer leaned in and brushed his mouth over hers. She expected it to stop there, that just the brief touch would bring him back to his senses, but it didn’t. After more profanity, he caught her around the waist, yanked her to him and kissed her.
Really kissed her.
There was no way this was just to comfort her. Good thing, too, because it was anything but comforting. Sawyer’s mouth moved over hers, fanning that fire even hotter when he deepened the kiss.
Yes! went through her head.
Along with all the sensations going through her body.
The heat. The pleasure. Especially that. The taste of him. Soon, very soon, Cassidy was doing some kiss-deepening of her own. Touching, too, with her body pressed against his. There was just one problem—a mere kiss wasn’t going to get her close enough to him to satisfy the ache he’d already built inside her.
Sawyer pulled back so fast that Cassidy had to catch onto him to stop herself from falling. “Sorry,” she mumbled at the same time he cursed himself again.
“You should take that shower,” he snapped.
And this time she not only agreed, she turned to go into the guest room. However, she only made it a step before Sawyer’s phone rang. The sound shot through the room, and despite Emma sleeping through all the kids’ noise at the main house, the phone woke her and she began to cry.
Cassidy moved past Sawyer to scoop up the baby. Not that she knew what she was doing, but Cassidy tried rocking her while she also tried to listen in on Sawyer’s conversation. Thankfully, he made it easier for her by putting it on speaker. The moment she heard the caller’s voice, she knew it was Grayson.
Which meant this could be news about Bennie.
“We got the blood test results,” Grayson said, and it took her a moment to realize this call was about Emma not her brother. “The lab can’t tell paternity from blood type, but they can rule people out. Like Willy, for example. No way could he have fathered the baby.”
“But?” Sawyer asked when Grayson didn’t continue.
“But we can’t eliminate April as the baby’s mother. And we can’t rule you out, Sawyer. The baby could be yours.”
Chapter Seven
Sawyer sipped his coffee and tried to work. But what he ended up doing was studying the baby.
Again.
Something he’d been doing most of his waking hours. She was in her basket, sleeping after her 6:00 a.m. bottle, and even though he’d put her on her side as his cousins had instructed him to do, he still had a pretty good angle of her face.
Was she really his daughter?
He didn’t have an answer for that yet, but he hoped to have one soon. It had taken several emails and phone calls before he had been able to figure out the name of the woman he’d slept with nearly a year ago.
Monica Barnes.
He wasn’t proud of himself for not being able to recall that, not proud of having one-night stands, either, but now that he knew her name, he had gotten her number and tried to talk to her. There had been no answer, but Sawyer had left her a voice mail saying she needed to contact him ASAP. He’d also sent her an email.
So, soon, he should know if Emma was his.
Sawyer heard the hurried footsteps in the hall, and several moments later Cassidy came into the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a top that one of his cousins
Then Cassidy saw it. The fire burning in his sizzling blue eyes. And she also saw that he was as disgusted with it as he was with her. But despite the fierce battle in those eyes, she also saw it was a battle he was losing.
Oh, no.
He couldn’t lose. Not with stakes this high. And Cassidy was certain she had no willpower to resist anything he doled out.
Cursing her, then cursing himself, Sawyer leaned in and brushed his mouth over hers. She expected it to stop there, that just the brief touch would bring him back to his senses, but it didn’t. After more profanity, he caught her around the waist, yanked her to him and kissed her.
Really kissed her.
There was no way this was just to comfort her. Good thing, too, because it was anything but comforting. Sawyer’s mouth moved over hers, fanning that fire even hotter when he deepened the kiss.
Yes! went through her head.
Along with all the sensations going through her body.
The heat. The pleasure. Especially that. The taste of him. Soon, very soon, Cassidy was doing some kiss-deepening of her own. Touching, too, with her body pressed against his. There was just one problem—a mere kiss wasn’t going to get her close enough to him to satisfy the ache he’d already built inside her.
Sawyer pulled back so fast that Cassidy had to catch onto him to stop herself from falling. “Sorry,” she mumbled at the same time he cursed himself again.
“You should take that shower,” he snapped.
And this time she not only agreed, she turned to go into the guest room. However, she only made it a step before Sawyer’s phone rang. The sound shot through the room, and despite Emma sleeping through all the kids’ noise at the main house, the phone woke her and she began to cry.
Cassidy moved past Sawyer to scoop up the baby. Not that she knew what she was doing, but Cassidy tried rocking her while she also tried to listen in on Sawyer’s conversation. Thankfully, he made it easier for her by putting it on speaker. The moment she heard the caller’s voice, she knew it was Grayson.
Which meant this could be news about Bennie.
“We got the blood test results,” Grayson said, and it took her a moment to realize this call was about Emma not her brother. “The lab can’t tell paternity from blood type, but they can rule people out. Like Willy, for example. No way could he have fathered the baby.”
“But?” Sawyer asked when Grayson didn’t continue.
“But we can’t eliminate April as the baby’s mother. And we can’t rule you out, Sawyer. The baby could be yours.”
Chapter Seven
Sawyer sipped his coffee and tried to work. But what he ended up doing was studying the baby.
Again.
Something he’d been doing most of his waking hours. She was in her basket, sleeping after her 6:00 a.m. bottle, and even though he’d put her on her side as his cousins had instructed him to do, he still had a pretty good angle of her face.
Was she really his daughter?
He didn’t have an answer for that yet, but he hoped to have one soon. It had taken several emails and phone calls before he had been able to figure out the name of the woman he’d slept with nearly a year ago.
Monica Barnes.
He wasn’t proud of himself for not being able to recall that, not proud of having one-night stands, either, but now that he knew her name, he had gotten her number and tried to talk to her. There had been no answer, but Sawyer had left her a voice mail saying she needed to contact him ASAP. He’d also sent her an email.
So, soon, he should know if Emma was his.
Sawyer heard the hurried footsteps in the hall, and several moments later Cassidy came into the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a top that one of his cousins
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