The Baby Contract. Barbara Dunlop

go big-time, and you really do need to think about formalizing her security.”

      “Let me guess, you want to head the task force?”

      “Sure.”

      “That was a joke, Mila.”

      “I’m not joking.”

      “You’re angling for a job.” He wasn’t buying what she was selling.

      “Is that deductive reasoning 101?”

      “Ha-ha.”

      “Gotta go. We’ll talk later.” The line went dead.

      Troy heaved a sigh and pocketed his phone while Drake kicked his little legs and whimpered in his sleep. Anybody could see this babysitting thing was all about to go south.

      Vegas turned from the monitor screens to gaze at the baby. “You ready to talk about the formula contingency plan?”