Someone's Baby. Dani Sinclair

so, but you can’t wear it over that shoulder anyhow. And your blouse won’t be good for much even after I wash it out. Don’t worry. You’re perfectly safe with me.”

      “You’re gay?”

      Indignant, he glared at her. “Of course not!”

      “Then why should I believe I’m safe with you?”

      “Because my taste doesn’t run to mouthy juveniles with tiny babies and a gun-toting husband,” he snapped in reply. “I take it he was the one who shot you?”

      Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she swallowed back what she started to say and looked at him strangely. “Who are you?”

      “Cade McGovern. Who are you?”

      “Jayne.”

      He waited but she didn’t offer a last name. The baby stirred behind him as he finished wrapping the tape around her shoulder.

      “Well, Jayne. I hope you’re prepared to breast-feed because your daughter will soon polish off those bottles you were traveling with and I don’t imagine powdered milk is going to make a good substitute.”