Inheriting His Secret Christmas Baby (14 page)

For a minute, dead silence echoed through the room. And then Blake said, “Please tell me you didn’t propose without telling her you love her.”

When Trevor didn’t respond, Blake added in a tone part disbelieving, part chastising, “What were you thinking?”

Sitting up straight, Trevor moved to rest his forearms on his desk. “It isn’t about love,” he told his brother, “it’s about what’s best for Bradley.”

“And what would that be?”

“Having two loving parents in his life, full time. Not being passed back and forth between caretakers and residences like an afterthought.”

If anyone should have been able to understand Trevor’s feelings on the subject of caring for and raising Bradley, it was Blake, who had a child of his own on the way now. One he at least knew about and could prepare for, Trevor thought wryly.

“Agreed. One hundred percent,” his brother agreed. “But that’s not what you’re talking about, are you? You’re talking about using a marriage certificate so you can have a live-in nanny. One who will also warm your bed.”

Trevor blinked in surprise. Where did Blake get off making such a crass remark? One that was completely off base, no less.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “If I wanted a nanny, live-in or otherwise, I’d simply hire one.”

“Then why marry Haylie?”

“Because she’s Bradley’s aunt and has raised him his whole life. She might as well be his mother, she loves him so much and has taken such good care of him.”

“Right,” Blake said slowly. “And you want to marry her because…”

Trevor’s brow crinkled in a frown. “I just told you—”

“No,” his brother corrected, “you told me you want to keep Haylie in Bradley’s life, and having her move to Aspen to live with you would make that more convenient for you. What you haven’t told me is why you want to make her your wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health… I’m sure you’ve heard the vows before.”

Growing aggravated with Blake’s obscure riddles, Trevor sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose where a headache was forming. “What’s your point?” he asked.

“Given your dating history, I’d think you’d have picked up on this by now. But my point, little brother, is that no woman wants to be asked for her hand in marriage because you’re interested in full-time child care. They want flowers and candy and romance. A diamond the size of a walnut wouldn’t hurt, either, but you can’t just say, ‘Hey, I think we should get married so we can both live under the same roof and raise my son together.’ Especially not to a successful, independent woman like Haylie.”

Well, when he put it that way…

A sinking feeling filled Trevor’s stomach at the knowledge that that’s exactly how he’d proposed to Haylie. Blunt, straightforward, unemotional.

He realized, too, that he hadn’t even asked her to marry him, but had simply told her that’s what he thought they should do. He’d proposed business deals with more enthusiasm than he’d proposed marriage to a woman he honest-to-goodness cared for.

In his defense, though, this was all new to him. He’d never even considered asking a woman to marry him before. Never thought about what it would be like to spend the rest of his life with someone. “Love” was still off his radar and a bit too disconcerting to contemplate, but he was willing to admit he felt something for Haylie.

More than he’d feel for just a live-in nanny, thank you very much, he nearly blurted out to Blake. But since he’d apparently already made enough of an ass of himself where his brother was concerned, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“Will you take a word of advice from your big brother?” Blake asked when Trevor remained oddly quiet.

“Sure.” At this point, he’d take anything he could get.

“Figure out how you feel about her. Really feel about her. And if the idea of going through the rest of your life without her in it makes you want to crawl into a hole and die, don’t waste another minute on the whys or what-ifs. Go to her and tell her how you feel. Use the L-word—repeatedly and with great enthusiasm. As someone else who let his pride get in the way of love for far too long, I’m here to tell you you’ll never be sorry.”

With that, Blake pushed to his feet, straightened his suit jacket and moved toward the door. Grasping the handle, he turned back and fixed Trevor with a sober glance.

“For the record,” Blake said quietly, “we all really like Haylie. She’s good for you. And personally, I think you’d be an idiot if you let her get away.”

Without waiting for a response—not that Trevor had one to offer—Blake left the office, closing the door behind him.

So his brothers and sisters and their significant others all liked Haylie, and had obviously been speculating about their relationship behind his back. He should be annoyed, but surprisingly, he wasn’t. He wanted the family to like her.

What he had to figure out, as Blake had suggested, was how he felt about her. And what he was going to do about it once he did.

Why was it that when she was in a hurry, everything including the kitchen sink seemed to fall in her path?

The last thing Haylie needed—because she was in a hurry—was another interruption eating up her time and throwing her even more off schedule. But that’s exactly what she got with a knock on her door bright and early Monday morning.

Thanks to being up half the night with Bradley, who had decided to develop colic and been too cranky to sleep, she was already running dreadfully late. For her first day back at the office after her extended absence, too. Her employees were quite capable and reliable, but still she knew she would be walking into a beehive of activity and returning to a giant game of catch-up.

She wished now that she’d given herself more than just one short weekend of being back in Denver before once again jumping into the fray. She should have simply stayed home without letting anyone know she was actually back. A few days tucked into bed with a gallon of Rocky Road and a stack of tearjerker DVDs sounded better than jumping immediately back into the fray, that was for sure.

Not only that, but in addition to trying to juggle her return to It’s Your Party, she would also be making the long trek back to Aspen tomorrow already…and probably several more times this week because Erica’s wedding was on Friday. Because regardless of her feelings for Trevor at the moment—or the fact that she’d let herself develop feelings for him at all—she would never leave his sister in the lurch.

Admittedly, she’d picked up and taken off without warning and without thinking through every detail of her sudden disappearance. But as soon as she’d gotten home, she’d done the responsible thing by picking up the phone and calling Erica.

She hadn’t mentioned Trevor’s name at all, even though it hadn’t been easy. But she’d been afraid that if she spoke about him, if she so much as thought about him while talking with his sister, she would burst into tears.

So she’d stuck to the facts, or the facts as she was making them up for Erica’s benefit, telling her that she’d been called back to Denver on a business “emergency,” but assuring her that she would return to Aspen as often as necessary, and that everything connected to her Christmas Eve wedding would go off without a hitch.

And she intended to follow through on her promise. She only hoped she would be able to navigate the ins and outs of Jarrod Ridge—especially the Manor—without running into Trevor.

It wouldn’t be easy, that was for sure. She might even have to hire a few extra assistants to run errands for her so that she could hole up in one of the back conference rooms or ballrooms where no one was likely to find her. And she would definitely need to ask someone to run to Trevor’s house to collect all of her and Erica’s things from his office.

With a groan, she once again bemoaned her hasty decision to pack up and leave rather than sticking around and simply dealing with the up-front knowledge that Trevor wanted her in his bed, wanted her as a caretaker for Bradley, but didn’t want her. Not really.

The doorbell rang again, making her want to tear her hair out. She chose instead to mutter a strained curse beneath her breath. The baby was still fussy, she’d spilled formula on the first outfit she’d put on, she couldn’t seem to find her keys, and now—now—someone was on her doorstep, beckoning her to become even more frazzled and late.

It had better be something important, like her landlord reporting a gas leak or a firefighter needing to rescue her from a five-alarm blaze. Because if it was just an annoying salesperson or a neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions.

With Bradley whimpering from his baby seat in the kitchen, she raced for the front of the apartment, searching for her keys as she went. Yanking the door open with every intention of blurting out, “I don’t want any,” no matter what the person standing on the other side was selling, she stopped short.

The first thing she saw was flowers—a gigantic bouquet of soft pink lilies and roses filling nearly the entire space of the open door. Then a gold-wrapped box the size of a small continent appeared. And higher, as her gaze traveled beyond the outlandish offerings, she found Trevor.

He was dressed in one of his elegant, tailored suits, face smooth and freshly shaven, his dark hair stylishly tousled. He looked like a million bucks—which was probably how much he’d spent on the flowers and what she assumed were gourmet chocolates. But it was Trevor himself, not the gifts, that made her mouth go dry and her head spin like a top.

Then she remembered their last interaction, and his threats to take Bradley from her by any means necessary. Grip tightening on the knob, she was ready to slam the door in his face, ready to grab the baby and jump out a rear window if she had to.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, keeping her voice carefully controlled, and trying not to let her anger or fear seep into her tone.

“I had a rough weekend after you left,” he told her, not mincing words. His dark brown gaze was steady, the corners of his mouth drawn tight.

“Wandered around the house without answering the phone or checking my email. Didn’t even hit the slopes or get any work done, which is what I usually do when I need to think. I also had a bit of a heart-to-heart with my brother Blake. Among other things, he pointed out that women don’t get swept away by being told they should get married for practical reasons. They want flowers and candy and grand romantic gestures. So here I am, with the first two, at least.”

He thrust the flowers and box of chocolates at her, catching her off guard enough that she released her hold on the door and took them, clutching them to her chest.

“As for the grand romantic gesture…”

Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small, heart-shaped box of black velvet—one that looked disturbingly like a ring box—and dropped to one knee.

Oh, my God. Was this really happening, or was she dreaming it? Haylie’s eyes widened as the room began to spin around her, her brain struggling to process what she was seeing, to make sense, not only of Trevor’s sudden appearance on her doorstep, but of his words and actions, as well.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Blake is kind of a smart guy. He also mentioned that if I just want someone to love and take care of Bradley, I can hire a nanny. But that if I cared for you, I needed to stop being such an idiot and tell you so.”

Her heart was pounding so hard, it made a knocking sound inside her chest that echoed in her ears. Was this going where she thought it was? Maybe she wasn’t hearing him correctly. Maybe he was here to tell her he’d hired that nanny to take care of Bradley and had only brought the candy and flowers in an attempt to soften the blow.

“That’s where the restless weekend comes in. Once I sat down—or rather, paced a hole in the floor—and really thought about it, I realized my brother was right. I don’t love only Bradley,” he continued from his half-kneeling position. “And if the tests had shown he wasn’t my son, I wouldn’t have cared. I would still have wanted you to stick around. I figured it out, Haylie. The two nights of soul-searching worked.”

She watched his Adam’s apple do a slow drop and climb as he swallowed, feeling the same rush of nerves low in her own belly. Her heart thu-thump thu-thump thu-thumped like a herd of wild horses in her chest, making it harder and harder for her to breathe.

“I love you. I love you, Haylie,” he blurted out just before the rigidity in his perfectly squared shoulders eased a little.

“I’ve been with a lot of women,” he admitted, “but I’ve never been in love. I guess that explains why I didn’t recognize it when it finally happened to me. Why it took the sucker punch of you taking off in the middle of the night for me to wise up.” His mouth curved up in one of her favorite wry, self-deprecating smiles.

“But here’s what I do know. I know I’ve been happier and more content in the brief month I’ve known you than in all the rest of my adult life. I know the house is empty and lonely as hell without you and Bradley there to fill the space with warmth and laughter. And I know that when I think about never seeing you again, it feels as though someone is reaching into my chest cavity and ripping out not only my heart, but my soul.”

Of their own volition, tears flooded her eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever heard anything so beautiful, except maybe in her own head when she thought about him.

But did he mean it? Did he really and truly feel this way about her, or would he change his mind the minute some cute little twenty-four-year-old with a short skirt and surgically enhanced bosom crossed his path?

“So I’m here to propose again.” He soldiered on. “This time, though, I’m going to ask instead of tell. And if you say yes, it won’t be a marriage of convenience. I’ll love you with every fiber of my being, and expect the same from you. I’ll expect you to live with me, till death do us part, whether that means you relocating to Aspen or me moving here—I honestly don’t care which.”

Taking a deep breath, his voice softened only a fraction when he said, “And if you say no… Well, that’s okay, too. I mean, I don’t want you to say no, of course, but I’d understand. Understanding doesn’t mean giving up, though. It just means I’ll have to start from scratch and work twice as hard at convincing you that my feelings are genuine.”

His eyes glittered with conviction as he added, “And no matter what, I won’t try to take Bradley away from you. Ever. I don’t want you to worry about that. I want him, don’t get me wrong, but we’ll work out a visitation schedule that we can both live with, I promise.”

Popping the lid of the velvet box, he held it out to her, revealing a bright gold band and stunning, marquise-cut diamond that had to be three or four carats, at least. Every facet winked and sparkled, making her almost dizzy.

“Will you marry me, Haylie? Be my wife, my lover, the mother of my children—Bradley, as well as any more we decide to have together?”

Her chest was so tight, her lungs refused to function. Her heart, which had been racing at full speed only seconds before, seemed to screech to a halt.

She wanted so much to believe him, to throw herself into his arms and shout yes, yes, yes! Nothing would make her happier than to be with him. Forever. Even if it meant moving to Aspen, starting over in a whole new city, a whole new element. Or maybe not starting over, but branching out.

Could she? Should she?

Taking a shuddering breath, she looked deep into Trevor’s eyes, and what she saw there warmed her more than any amount of flowers or candy or pretty words could. Love. And longing. And determination.

He loved her, he wanted her, and if she turned him down, he really would dig in his heels and fight for her.

For a moment, she considered saying no, just to see what he would do. Would there be more flowers, actual dates, attempts at wining and dining her in ways that only a millionaire Jarrod heir could?

But she didn’t care about Trevor’s money, did she? Or about being wooed. She only cared about him.

Letting go of the flowers and chocolates she’d been clutching to her chest, she fell to her knees in front of him and gave the only answer she could. The only one that made sense both in her head and in her heart.

“Yes,” she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tight. His arms circled her waist, squeezing her just as tightly, and then his mouth covered hers, kissing away any further response.

For long minutes, they knelt there, simply kissing, holding, loving. When they finally came up for air, Trevor was grinning, and she could feel a damp smile of her own spreading across her face.

Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, he kissed her one last time before producing the ring box and cocking his head to one side. “May I?”

“Please,” she said, extending her left hand. Her shaking left hand.

He took it by the wrist and slid the diamond on her finger. As large as it was, she was surprised to find it didn’t weigh more. But still, she couldn’t resist lifting it up to the light, turning it this way and that, admiring the symbol of her love for Trevor, and his for her.

That he had picked it out just for her and come here to declare his feelings for her on bended knee… She would never forget this day, as long as she lived.

Climbing to his feet, Trevor pulled her up with him, still holding her close to his chest.

“I know we have a lot to discuss,” he murmured, “and you look like you were on your way out, but there are only two things I want right now—to say hello to my son, and then to put him down for a nap so I can make love to my beautiful fiancée.”

His wolfish grin as he walked her backward into her apartment and kicked the door closed behind him made her chuckle.

“It’s a little early for his nap, but he was up half the night, so you might get lucky.” Kissing his ear, she whispered, “And just in case you do, I’d be happy to call in sick to work so you can get lucky with me, too.”

Leaning back, he met her gaze, his expression serious. “I already have,” he told her in a low voice. “I already have.”