Billionaire Baby Dilemma (9 page)

“I'm sure your technique has changed considerably since you were… How old were you?”

“I don't remember.” His gaze shifted to her lips, and she could tell from the glow in his gray eyes exactly what he was remembering.

She was remembering it, too.

“Lucas.” A hearty male voice interrupted the moment.

Lucas glanced to the side, while Devin tamped down the buzz of sexual awareness lighting up her body.

“Mr. Mayor.” After what felt like a brief hesitation, Lucas let go of Devin to shake the man's hand.

“I wanted to thank you personally for your generous donation to the hospital.” The mayor's curious glance went to Devin for a brief second.

The man was in his midfifties. His full head of distinguished gray hair topped a tall physique that he kept in shape through highly publicized biking and rowing sessions.

“Mr. Mayor, this is Devin Hartley.”

“Ms. Hartley.” The mayor took her hand and gave it a gentle shake.

Nobody acknowledged or introduced the well-groomed man standing behind and to the left of the mayor. Devin assumed he was either an aide or security.

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” said Devin. “This is a wonderful party.”

“We have the hospital board to thank for that,” the mayor responded as he released her hand. “And we have donors like Lucas to thank for the new pediatric wing. Please, enjoy yourselves tonight. You'll be at the ground-breaking next weekend?” he asked Lucas.

“Wouldn't miss it,” Lucas responded.

With a final nod, the mayor withdrew.

The band had started a break, and a recorded, soft rock song wafted through the speakers.

“Thirsty?” asked Lucas, stepping close, one hand going to the small of her back as the crowd made their way off the dance floor.

“Sure,” she responded, taking his lead back toward their table. “I take it you gave a big donation?” She couldn't help wondering if her words at the barbecue had influenced Lucas on that front.

“Pacific Robotics made a big donation,” Lucas corrected. “That includes Amelia.”

Was it thousands? Tens of thousands?
Hundreds
of thousands? “How did you decide? I mean, how do you decide how much to donate?”

“It's tough,” Lucas acknowledged. He flagged a passing waiter and they ordered a bottle of sparkling water. “I bet we get a dozen requests a week from worthy charitable organizations. And from scam artists, of course.”

“That many?” Devin hadn't given any thought to that side of being in business.

They arrived back at their table. All eight of the chairs were vacant, and Lucas pulled out the one draped with Devin's light wrap.

She sat down. “I assume you say no to most of them?”

“If you didn't, you'd be bankrupt in a year. For better or worse, you have to pick your priorities, allocate an appropriate sum of money and hope what you're doing helps out.”

Devin found herself admiring this side of Lucas.

“Amelia needs to learn this,” he continued, gaze going thoughtful. “This and about a million other things. I don't want to sound patronizing, but there are complexities to running a corporation that you couldn't possibly imagine.”

Devin tried not to bristle. “How could that possibly sound patronizing?”

He gave a hard sigh.

“Is this the latest sales pitch for you as her guardian?” Devin asked.

“This is context to help you understand why I'm doing what I'm doing. This isn't a game, Devin. Hundreds of millions…billions of dollars are at stake. Jobs for people in five different countries. The well-being of the family.”

“I don't think the Demarcos are doing too badly.”

“And it's going to be partly up to Amelia to see that many more generations of Demarcos keep the corporation healthy. It's not just about boats and sports cars. It's about hospitals and scholarships and ordinary peoples' livelihoods.”

“She's nine months old, Lucas.”

He paused, and some of the intensity went out of his eyes.

The waiter arrived, opening the ornate bottle of water and pouring it into two glasses over ice.

“You're right,” said Lucas as the man left the table. “Before she decides if animal welfare is more important than inner-city youth programs, we need to get her potty trained and teach her to use a knife and fork. Back to the nanny conversation.”

“Before the weight of the world crashes down on the poor girl's shoulders, we need to let her have a little fun.” Devin raised her glass for a sip. “Back to the nanny conversation.”

 

Devin clipped the portable baby monitor into the waistband of her jeans as she pulled the door shut between Amelia's nursery and the ensuite that connected it to her own bedroom in the mansion. She'd promised Lucas they could discuss what they'd each thought of this morning's nanny interviews once Amelia was down for her afternoon nap.

On the way past the mirror, Devin checked her reflection. Her hair was messy from Amelia playing with it, and she had a streak of dirt across one cheek. Who knew where that had come from. And the left shoulder of her blue T-shirt was one big wet blob where Amelia had sucked on it while rocking to sleep.

Telling herself it wasn't vanity, and it certainly wasn't because she cared about Lucas's opinion, it was simply good grooming, she pulled a hairbrush from the vanity drawer and dragged it through her hair. Then she gave her face a quick wash, rubbing in some moisturizer with sunscreen, in case they decided to chat on the porch.

Finally, on her way back into her own room, she grasped the bottom hem of her T-shirt to pull it—

She stumbled to a halt. “Steve?”

The man was standing in front of her bedroom window, curtain lifted with his left hand, gazing out at the ocean.

“Hi, Devin.” He turned his head.

“You startled me.”

He'd also annoyed her. What did he think he was doing lingering around her bedroom?

And he'd closed the door behind him.

Okay, that was just creepy.

“I need to talk to you.” He let the curtain drop, and his cold expression did nothing to make her feel better.

“Can we do it in the hall?” she asked, moving toward the bedroom door. “Amelia just fell asleep.”

Devin wasn't exactly frightened, but it was definitely disconcerting to have him invade her space this way.

“I'd rather talk in private,” he said.

Well, she'd rather talk in public. She didn't stop moving.

“What happened after I left?” There was a trace of impatience in his tone.

Devin paused with her hand on the doorknob, turning back. “After you left what?”

“Your house. The other day. I know he stayed.”

“Lucas?”

“Yes, Lucas.”

“He was soaking wet.”

Steve had stayed long enough to hear Lexi offer Lucas the use of her son's clothes.

“He was there all night,” Steve accused, anger flaring in his dark eyes.

Okay, he'd gone way over the line with that crack. Devin was getting angry. She twisted the knob. “I think you'd better leave.”

Steve took a couple of steps toward her, putting his hand up to block the door shut. “This isn't your home, Devin.”

She didn't bother answering.

“You're a smart woman. You have to know what he's doing. You have to know you're going to get hurt.”

“That's none of your business.” She didn't know what Steve suspected about her relationship with Lucas. But she wasn't about to explain herself.

He paused beside her, lowering his voice, eyes cool and detached. “I tried to make this easy for you. I offered my help. I paid for your lawyers.”

“Lucas slept on the couch, Steve.” She didn't know why she bothered telling him that. It wasn't because she was trying to
change his mind about helping her. As of this second, she wasn't taking anything from Steve ever again.

He shook his head. “It would have worked, Devin.”

She was tempted to ask what would have worked, but she held her tongue. The sooner this conversation was over, the better.

“This might not be my house—” she steeled her strength and looked him directly in the eyes “—but it is my room for the time being, and I'm asking you to leave.”

He stared down at her. There was a chill in his brown eyes that sent a shiver straight up her spine.

But after a long pause, he stepped back, and so did she. He reached for the door, opened it and left without a word. She swiftly closed it behind him and found her hand shaking and her stomach in knots.

She stood in the bedroom for a few minutes, wondering what to do next.

Then she heard a car start up in the driveway below. She moved to the window to watch Steve pull away. Once his taillights disappeared beneath the canopy of oaks tress, she breathed a sigh of relief, pulling her shirt over her head.

She changed into a white sleeveless blouse, tucked her feet into a pair of worn sandals, then headed downstairs to find Lucas.

He was on the deck off the great room, sitting on a padded chair at one of the round tables that overlooked the yard. Fruit and croissants had been served, along with a carafe of coffee. Lucas was sipping a cup.

“She asleep?” he asked, rising briefly as Devin took the chair opposite.

Devin nodded, debating whether to tell him about the bizarre conversation with Steve. Though she was becoming more inclined to trust Lucas over Steve, she wasn't really ready to trust anyone in this strange family. Besides, how would it help to tell Lucas? He already thought Steve was plotting against him, which he was. Nothing new there.

“I thought nanny number three had potential,” said Lucas, holding up the coffee carafe in a question.

Devin pushed her cup toward him to say yes. “Was she the one with the braid?”

“No. The one in the hat.”

“No uniforms,” said Devin, adding sugar to her coffee.

Lucas lifted the plate of croissants, offering them to Devin. “What's wrong with uniforms?”

She took a croissant. “I don't like them.”

“So, you're going to have a dress code?”

“No. A uniform would be a dress code. I don't want Amelia to feel like she's in an institution.”

“A uniform is only a dress code if it's not optional. By banning uniforms you are, in fact, instituting a dress code.”

“You're being deliberately obtuse. The nanny can wear anything she wants.”

“Unless it's a uniform.”

Devin tore into her croissant. “Nobody wants to wear a uniform.”

Lucas selected a grape. “You can't possibly know that.”

“I liked the one with the braid,” said Devin. She took a sip of the hot coffee. “I think her name was Beverly.”

Lucas's phone rang. He checked the number and then pushed a button, turning his attention back to Devin. “She seemed disorganized to me.”

“How so?”

“First off, she was late. And then that big, ugly orange purse with—”

“You're giving demerits for style?”

“You did.”

Static crackled on the baby monitor.

A man's muffled voice came over the speaker. The words were indistinct, but Devin felt her entire body go cold.

The man spoke again.

Steve.

She swore out loud, jumped up and shoved her chair out of the way. It clattered to the floor of the deck.

She took off running through the great room, down the hall
to the foyer and the main staircase, while Lucas called out her name, rushing behind her.

She pounded up the stairs and sprinted down the hall. Then she rounded the corner to find two male staff members chatting outside Amelia's nursery. The doors to both rooms were closed, and the men looked up in surprise at Devin's entrance.

She quickly brushed passed them and cracked open the nursery door.

Amelia was sound asleep and completely alone.

“Is everything all right, ma'am?” one of the men asked.

“Devin?” Lucas's voice came from the end of the hall.

Devin's heart was pounding and her lungs drew in deep breaths. She gathered her wits. “Everything's fine.”

Lucas marched forward.

“Can you please excuse us?” he asked the two men.

They quickly withdrew.

“What the hell?” Lucas demanded, voice low. “You're white as a ghost.”

“It's okay,” Devin gasped. The men's voices outside the nursery had obviously been picked up by the monitor.

“What happened?”

“I thought—” she began, wondering how much to tell him. She realized she was going to sound like a hysterical idiot. But she couldn't come up with anything to replace the truth.

“You thought
what?
”

“Steve was here,” she admitted.

Lucas's brows knit together in obvious confusion. “You thought Steve was here?”

“No,” Devin corrected. “Steve
was
here. Earlier. I came out of the nursery and found him in my room.”

Lucas's brows drew together. His eyes went stormy, and his mouth thinned.

“He seemed annoyed that you'd stayed over at my place. He knew you were there all night, and—”

“Hold on a minute,” Lucas interrupted. “Did he tell you that, or did you tell him?”

“He told me.” Devin resented the implication that she'd
rushed to Steve with the news. Then again, why should Lucas trust her any more than she trusted him?

She continued, suddenly wanting to get the whole story out. “Then he said he had tried to make this easy for me. I got the impression he wasn't going to make it easy for me anymore. I didn't know what he meant. But then I heard a man's voice.” She paused. “On the baby monitor. And for a minute, I thought…”

“You thought Steve might harm Amelia?”

“I thought he'd come back. Beyond that, I didn't know what to think.”