Michelle Douglas – The Maid, The Millionaire And The Baby (страница 9)

‘Your sister would tell us if there were any issues we should be aware of where George is concerned, right?’

She waited for him to reassure her. He didn’t. His shoulders didn’t slump, but it felt as if they ought to, that they were only remaining in place due to some superhuman effort on his behalf. ‘I don’t know. My sister and I have been estranged for the last two years.’

Why?

She didn’t ask that either. He didn’t look as if he had the heart for it. She focussed her attention on the baby instead. ‘How about we make a pact, little George? While you’re here you’re only going to get all good things. What do you say to that?’

He spat out his dummy and gave a grumpy grunt that reminded her so much of his uncle it made her laugh. ‘I’m glad we got that sorted. It’s going to be nothing but sun and fun and kisses and cuddles and good times, right?’

He nodded, copying her, and he looked so darn cute she found herself automatically swinging back to Jasper to share the moment. She found him staring at them with an arrested expression on his face, and it had her smile freezing and all of that shimmying and Mexican-waving happening all over again.

She had to get that under control because that wasn’t going to happen here. Instinct told her that if Jasper thought for a single solitary second that she was attracted to him, he’d boot her off his island faster than she could sew a side seam. She couldn’t let that happen until she’d found out what was troubling Katherine.

She swung away, grabbing up the bag with the bottles and formula. ‘I’ll go and warm up George’s bottle.’ And she didn’t glance back once as she marched from the room. She kept her gaze trained on little George, who clapped his hands together and chanted, ‘Yum, yum, yum.’

Both she and George were chanting, ‘Yum, yum, yum,’ as they entered the kitchen.

Katherine glanced up from where she sat at the table with a glass of iced tea. ‘I expect you’re both hungry.’

‘Ravenous,’ she agreed, pulling a bottle from the bag and setting it in the microwave.

‘Here, give him to me,’ Katherine said when the bottle was ready. ‘I’ll feed him while you eat your sandwich.’

Imogen did as she bid. Maybe little George here could be the icebreaker she needed with her aunt?

They both watched as the baby fed greedily, his eyes closing in bliss. ‘Eat up, Immy, because you’re burping him. I don’t do vomit. Or nappies.’

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