It's a Boy!. Victoria Pade

fishing as she wondered if Lang had responsibility for the child in the evenings, too.

      “Let’s say six-thirty. I can usually get him some dinner by then and we should have a pretty decent couple of hours before I’ll need to get him home to bed.”

      So he did have the child round-the-clock.

      “Six-thirty is fine.”

      “I guess we’re in business,” he concluded, holding out his hand for her to shake.

      Heddy took it and was instantly more aware than she wanted to be of every sensation of that handshake—of the pure size of his big, masculine hand. Of the warmth and power. Of the confidence.

      Of how much she liked the feel of his skin against hers …

      The handshake that sealed their business deal ended, and she swallowed back the very unbusinesslike feelings it had prompted in her.

      “Six-thirty,” she repeated in a voice softer than she wanted it to be.

      “Right,” he confirmed. “Tomorrow night. See you then.”

      Heddy merely nodded and watched Lang carry the sleeping child out to his SUV.

      As she did, devouring the view, her gaze riveted to the man she was about to see much more of, she realized that somewhere deep down, on a level that was purely instinctive and primitive and absolutely out of her control, she might be experiencing an attraction to him.

      An attraction she didn’t want to have.

      An attraction she couldn’t have, especially not now that she was in the same position with him that her mother had been with his father once upon a time.

      Then, as if to save her from herself, her mind flashed her a painful memory.

      A memory of watching Daniel carry Tina the same way Lang Camden was carrying Carter.

      That helped offset the attraction.

      At least a little anyway.