The Baby Bargain. Wendy Warren

      That was LJ’s uncensored thought as he watched Eden nuzzle her baby, put him against her breast and gently, gently twirl a finger through his baby curls. It was a surprising thought from a man who didn’t want kids, but he figured that anyone out there in the world who had one sure as hell ought to witness this.

      I really should put this in the commercial. No one would think of Robbie Logan or lawsuits or scandals while they’re watching Eden. He’d never seen anything so perfectly natural, so quintessentially pure and female in all his life.

      “Ow!” Eden jumped and pulled her son away from her bosom. “No biting!” She continued to cradle him, but LJ saw her eyes water. “He’s getting teeth,” she explained, “so he likes to experiment.”

      LJ winced on her behalf. Then, without thinking at all—if he had, he never would have made the move—he stepped closer, reached for the baby and lifted him to eye level. “Looks like you’re going to need a lesson or two in how to treat your mother, my friend.”

      It occurred to LJ belatedly that he could have instigated quite a scene, but Liam didn’t cry. His chubby hands reached for LJ’s nose, his chubby feet kicked merrily at LJ’s chest, and his cheeks dimpled as he grinned.

      The baby certainly had her eyes and nose, but not her hair. LJ looked around Liam’s squirming body. “Do you have a freckle on your neck, too?”