âYou donât suppose she was half starved when we found her?â
âLizzy says her weight appeared to be normal and that she wasnât showing any signs of being malnourished.â Her expression darkened. âHave you thought about the mother at all?â
âIâve tried not to. Itâs too infuriating. What about you?â
âI canât help thinking that she must have been truly desperate.â
âMaybe the mother wasnât in any position to care for a child.â
âYou mean financially?â
âI mean maybe she was sick herself, maybe she even died after the baby was born and the babyâs father couldnât cope.â
Her expression shifted from anger to sympathy. âOh, God, I hadnât even considered that.â She came to stand close and brushed gentle fingers over the babyâs head. âPoor little thing.â
Cord glanced up at her. âNot so poor. She landed with you, didnât she? Sheâs warm and safe.â
âBut all alone.â
âShe has you. She has me,â he said fiercely.
Sharon Lynn grinned. âShe certainly does seem to have you wrapped around her little finger.â
He snuggled the weight of her a little closer, laughed when her face screwed up as the bottleâs nipple slipped from her mouth. âAre you still hungry?â he murmured incredulously, even as he offered her more. He glanced over at Sharon Lynn, who had gone back to stirring spaghetti sauce, filling the kitchen with an enticing aroma. âHave you given any thought to giving her a name?â
Her hand stilled. âI donât think I should. Itâs not my place.â
âWe canât just go on referring to her as the baby. It sounds like sheâs interchangeable with every other kid.â He studied the baby intently, then said, âI think we should call her Ashley.â
âAshley? Why Ashley?â
âI donât know. I like it.â
Sharon Lynn hesitated for a full minute, her expression troubled. âI donât knowâ¦â
âThen you pick.â
âI meant I donât know if we should do this.â
âWhy not?â
She drew in a deep breath and met his gaze. âIt makes it too much like we think sheâs going to stay.â
âShe is staying, for a time, anyway. While sheâs here, she deserves a name,â he insisted. âShe shouldnât be anonymous, even for a short time.â
After a moment, Sharon Lynn smiled. âHow about Cordelia, then? After the man who found her.â
He laughed, even though something deep inside him yearned to say yes. It would give him a lasting connection to this baby no matter what happened, but Cordelia? No way. He shook his head. âSheâd never forgive us.â
âIf she goes back to her family, sheâd probably never even know. It would just be between us,â Sharon Lynn said pointedly.
He grinned. âYou hankering for another secret?â
âMaybe.â
âNo. I still vote for Ashley. Thatâs got some class to it. I can see her growing up to run a whole cattle empire one day.â
Sharon Lynn faced him, her expression troubled. âDonât,â she whispered, the word barely more than a broken cry.
Startled by the reaction, he stared. âDonât what?â
âDonât make plans for the future. Donât look too far ahead. She could be gone tomorrow.â
Instinctively he held the baby a little tighter as if to prevent her going. âThatâs the advice youâve been hearing all day, isnât it? Thatâs what had you so upset when I turned up tonight?â
She nodded. âItâs good advice. It really is. I canât think beyond the moment.â
Cord sighed at the well-meaning logic. âYouâre right, of course. Iâm sorry. Itâs easy to get caught up in the fantasy.â
Her expression turned sympathetic.
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