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loud burp.
    Surprised at the volume, she gaped at him. “How does such a little person—”
    “You asked that earlier,” Benjamin said.
    She nodded absently. Willie gave a huge grin and chortled, and it was as if the sun came out from behind a cloud. A strange warm feeling tugged at her heart.
    Another warm feeling leaked down the side of her nightshirt. It took her a moment to comprehend the source of the second one. She groaned. “Damn diaper leaked on me. I’ve got to change him again. I need to take care of that messy one. What do people do with messy cloth diapers anyway?” she muttered.
    “My cousin rinsed them in the toilet,” Benjamin informed her.
    “But how?” She pictured swishing the diaper around with a stick.
    “With your hand.”
    Disgusted, she shook her head. “Absolutely not. There’s got to be a better way. I’ll get gloves. Or maybe he’ll grow out of his allergic reaction.”
    “A dream is a wish your heart makes,” Benjamin said cryptically.
    Disliking his tone, she frowned at him. “You know, I asked for your ongoing help with Willy and it occurs to me that you haven’t changed his diaper yet.”
    “No. I took your second shift so you could sleep.”
    Delilah opened her mouth then shut it. Well, damn. She couldn’t argue with that.
    “You wanted to say something?” he asked with an arched eyebrow that managed to be both impertinent and sexy. His face was still bruised from his adventure in the garage.
    Delilah frowned further. He was a snotty trust-fund baby intellectual elitist. He wasn’t supposed to be sexy. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything remotely sexy after a six-month-old had just peed on her.
    Sighing, she glanced down at Willy. “What are we going to do with him until we get a nanny?”
    “I’ve got lectures this morning. I could take him at lunch.”
    “So I just have to keep him until noon. Maybe I can go in late if I work late. If I’m lucky, I can interview a couple of nanny prospects this morning.”
    His lips twitched. “How lucky are you usually?”
    She made a face. “Don’t rub it in.”
    He gave a mock salute. “See you noonish.”
    “For a nooner,” she said, the words popping out of her mouth of their own accord. “Sorry. I wasn’t serious. I used to flirt a lot with Cash and—” She shrugged. “Bad habit.”
    “Sounds like you and Cash were pretty close.”
    “Yeah, we were,” she said, not wanting to expound. She was surprised at herself. She didn’t trust men easily. It had taken Cash a long time to win her trust. Why was she letting down her guard with Benjamin?
    She glanced down at Willy and found her answer. Sheer desperation.
    After a harried hour of getting herself and Willy dressed, Delilah put the baby into her car, drove to Wal-mart and cleaned out the baby department. She almost couldn’t fit the playpen in her car, and the swing jutted out the passenger side window. Wal-mart no longer had any more cloth diapers or plastic pants. Despite the fact that she’d bought several pairs of plastic gloves, Delilah had a strong sense that some of his diapers were going to be so bad she would toss them.
    As usual, security was nowhere in sight, so she hauled as much as she could upstairs with Willy whimpering for another bottle. When she tumbled into her door, she heard the phone ringing. Dumping the baby paraphernalia in the foyer, she dashed for the phone.
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly.
    “Miss Montague?” her assistant, Sara, asked.
    “Yes, what do you need?” Delilah asked, jiggling Willy as his whimpering turned to a fussing sound.
    “Is that a baby?”
    “Yes, it’s a long story. I’ll explain another time. What did you need?”
    “You have to come to the office. The accountants are here.”
    “Now?” Delilah couldn’t keep the wailing tone from her voice. “Why?”
    “They want to talk to you immediately.” Sara lowered her voice. “There’s also a representative from the executor for Howard