Anthology: Bad Boys To Go Part 4

Gil shifted Nicki, unlocked the front door, and pushed it open. "Does she get into a lot?"

"Only everything." Anabel took two steps inside and froze. "Holy sha"" She peered at Nicki, who watched her, wide-eyed. "Um, wow. I don't think we can baby-proof everything in here."

Gil just shrugged. "I'll move things around however you think is best."

Through the wide tile foyer, she could see into the living and dining rooms. They were huge, with eleven-foot ceilings that all but echoed her surprise. His tables were heavy marble with sharp corners and gla.s.s tops, complemented by the snowy white carpeting, drapes, and walls. White, Anabel thought with a sick feeling, already imagining the spills and spots and fingerprints soon to occur.

His furniture, thank heavens, was gray leather, so probably a little more resistant to two-year-old terrors. But all in all, his home looked like what she'd imaginea"an expensive bachelor's pad not in the least suited to kids.

Nicki squirmed to be let down, and Gil, not knowing any better, obliged. The second her feet touched the floor she was off like a shot, tottering this way and that, careening dangerously close to hard corners, almost but never quite losing her balance.

"Oops!" Anabel raced after her, barely managing to s.n.a.t.c.h her up just before she crashed into a pewter-fronted fireplace. "You little speed demon," she teased Nicki while squeezing her close. Smiling, she turned to face Gila"and found him immobilized with shock.

It amused her how poleaxed he looked and she started to laugh.

"It's not funny," he wheezed, color just beginning to leech back into his face. "We need a padded room. Inflatable furniture. She should be wearing a d.a.m.n helmet or something."

Nicki said, "d.a.m.n helmet."

Gil blinked, horrified, while Anabel said, "d.a.m.n is not a nice word, Nicki. Only adults can say it, okay?"

Nicki scowled at Gil.

"It's uncanny," Anabel told him, "how she can pick out only the curse words."

Holding a hand to the top of his head, Gil again looked around his home, and this time he appeared sick, drawing Anabel's sympathy. "Really, Gil, it's okay." And when he just stood there, she said to Nicki, "Tell your daddy it's okay, squirt."

Gil jerked around so fast, he nearly threw himself off balance. "She knows?"

Losing her smile, Anabel nodded. "I told her we were coming to meet her daddy. I wanted her to be excited about the trip. But right now, it's just a word to her."

Very gently, Anabel added, "It's up to you to make it more than that. "

Nicki squirmed to get down, trotted over to Gil, and patted his knee." 'S'okay," she said with so much exaggerated sympathy that Gil swallowed hard, dropped to his knees, and smoothed her hair with a shaking hand.

Concerned, Nicki looked back at Anabel. "Mommy?"

Anabel joined them. She crouched down next to Nicki. "Daddy looks like he could use a hug, huh?"

Nicki nodded." 'S daddy sick?"

"No, munchkin, he's just so happy to meet you. You want to give him a hug?"

"He give me juice?"

"I'll get your juice. "

" 'kay." She opened her arms and wrapped them around Gil's neck, squeezing with all her puny might before treating him to a loud smacking kiss on the cheek. She pulled back and wrinkled her nose. With her little hands holding his face, she stared into his eyes at close range and said, "You better now?"

Gil nodded. "I'm very good now." He swallowed. "Thank you. "

She rubbed his cheeks experimentally then gave Anabel a wide grin. "He tickles. "

Anabel put her palm to Gil's cheek, smoothing with her thumb. He had a five o'clock shadow and his jaw was rough, warm, and oh so masculine. "Yep, he's whiskery. "

"Whiskery." Nicole nodded, and with an abrupt about-face, said, "I want my juice. "

Gil drew a calming breath and stood. "Take a look around, make yourself at home. I'll go unload everything. "

Because he still appeared to be in shock, Anabel worried. "Thanks. "

"Hold onto her. "

"I will. "

He hesitated a second more, then turned and went outside again, carefully closing the door behind him. If he was this shook up in the first five minutes, how would he feel after a week? Anabel said a quick prayer that the joys of little Miss Nicole Lane Tyree outweighed the inconvenience, otherwise they were both in for a lot of trouble.

Chapter Three.

By suppertime, Gil's house looked very different b.u.mpers covered all the sharpest corners of his furniture and gates cluttered every entryway. What used to be an open, airy s.p.a.ce was now carefully sectioned off to contain a toddler's energy. Clean lines had disappeared, replaced with toys strewn into every conceivable corner. His once immaculate, state-of-the-art chrome kitchen now sported a variety of knee-high fingerprints.

Nicki touched everything. A lot.

Next to his ebony enamel dinette table was a colorful red and yellow highchair, looking much like a spring flower blooming on blacktop. Among his trendy black dishes, set behind clear gla.s.s cabinet doors, were several sipper cups of crayon-bright red, blue, and green. There was also a stack of equally bright bowls with hideous cartoon faces on them.

Nicole had recited her colors and counted her bites while eating. Judging by Anabel's praise, that was quite an accomplishment. She put a lemon yellow potty chair in the guest bathroom, explaining that Nicki no longer used regular diapers, but pull-ups that worked like diapers, but looked a lot like little girl panties. In a few more months, Nicki would be in regular underwear, but Anabel said she didn't want to push the issue right now with everything else going on.

Gil decided he needed to get a book or two to figure out some of this stuff. He had no idea what kids did, or when.

His daughter talked a lot about everything. Her sentences were endlessly long and he caughta oh, maybe every third or fourth word. The rest sounded like gibberish to him, though Anabel seemed to understand her just fine.

Nicole also hugged a lot. And kissed a lot. She was such a sweet little girl. Anabel was right about that. Nicole thrived on the love she gave and received.

There hadn't been much time to talk or discuss the issues while Anabel and Nicole settled in, but Gil enjoyed just watching her. Her expressions were priceless, the way her small face scrunched up in annoyance or anger, how she always squinted her eyes shut and lifted her chin when she smiled real big.

When she was sleepy, she sucked her thumb and tugged on a curl of hair. When she was sad or mad, her bottom lip stuck out and she crossed her arms tight over her chest. And she was a master at manipulation. She'd ask for something by punctuating the request with a hug or kiss and an innocent smile.

She delighted him, more so every minute.

Gil was busy setting up Anabel's computer in the bedroom he'd given her when Nicole came streaking through, shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

His little angel was naked.

Grinning, Gil sat back on the floor and caught her as she hurled herself into his arms.

Anabel, carrying a disposable pull-up diaper and a T-shirt, rounded the corner hot on her heels. When she saw Nicki tucked close to Gil's chest, she pulled up in relief.

"Sorry. Sometimes she's like greased lightning." She flopped down next to Gil, propping her back against the wall.

"I don't mind." Just the opposite. He loved hugging her, and he especially loved being called Daddy.

"Nicki's a true nature child," Anabel told him while reaching out to pat the baby's b.u.t.t. "Give her half a chance and she loses the clothes. She learned how to strip a few months ago, and she's been doing it ever since. "

Gil rubbed Nicki's soft back and kissed her downy head. "Let's hope she outgrows that. "

Anabel laughed. "At least before she hits her teens, huh?"

"Oh G.o.d." Gil squeezed her closer. "I can't think that far ahead. I'm still getting used to the idea of her being a baby. A teenagera"no, it's too much to take in. "

Anabel leaned into his shoulder in a show of camaraderie that felt far too intimatea"and far too comfortable. She wasn't the type of woman he could ever treat like a pal, not when every cell in his body stayed on alert status whenever she was near.

But Anabel seemed unaware of his dilemma. She kept touching him, leaning into him, getting too close. She hugged his right biceps now and said, "One of the first things I bought when Nicki was born was a video camera. "

Balancing Nicki against his free arm, Gil looked down at Anabel. "You have tapes of her?"

"Hours' and hours' worth. Her birthdays, Christmas, even some everyday stuff. There's a really funny one of her in a bubblebatha""

"Bath!" Nicki echoed, jumping up and down within the secure hold of Gil's arm. "Bath, bath!"

The shrill squeals of excitement almost pierced Gil's eardrums. "I take it she's fond of bath time?"

"Are you kidding? I think she was a fish in another life." Anabel released Gil to push to her feet. "And speaking of that, I better get her ready for bed before she gets her second wind. Bath, book, and beda"that's the routine, and a smart woman doesn't mess with success. "

A new complication occurred to Gil. "d.a.m.n. The connecting bath in the room I gave you only has a shower. "

Nicki gave him a beatific smile and said, "d.a.m.n. "

"Nicole Lane, that is a bad word. "

She stuck her finger in her mouth and glared at Gil, making it difficult for him to contain his smile. "I'll learn," he promised Anabel before handing Nicole up to her. "Give me just a second to finish connecting things here and I'll take you to my bathroom. "

"Your bathroom?"

"It's the only tub." He had two and a half bathrooms, but only one tuba"in the private bath off his bedroom. And he wasn't altogether sure it'd work for Nicole, being that the tub was so huge.

He quickly connected the rest of the cords on Anabel's computer system and plugged everything into a surge protector. "That should do it. "

Anabel switched on the computer, watched her monitor light up, and nodded. "Looks like everything's working. Thanks. I don't have anything pressing, but if I want to meet the deadlines on my new website designs, I can't take too much time off. "

The second Gil stood beside her, Nicole reached for him again. "Daddy. "

"So I'm to be your mule, am I?" He felt her skinny arms go around his neck, her bare b.u.t.t settle on his forearm, and thought to ask, "She cana ah, control herself, can't she?"

"Most of the time. "

When his eyes widened, Anabel burst out laughing. She was as exuberant and carefree as his daughter. He liked that about her. "You're teasing me?" he asked, watching the way her green eyes twinkled.

"Yeah, I'm teasing." In a too familiar way, all things considered, she hooked her arm in his and started him toward the hall. "Without her pull-ups, she'll tell you if she needs to go. "

They went down the hall and into his room. It struck Gil just how close Anabel would be to him during the night. The spare bedroom was at the far end of the hall on the right, with Gil on the opposite side and down a bit. His room was twice as big, but then, he hadn't been selfish when choosing it because there'd been no one else to consider. The third bedroom was mostly used for storage and to house his many bookcases filled with books. He'd already considered how he could rearrange things, fitting the bookcases into his den and changing the room into a playroom for Nicole. But in the meantimea "I wonder if we should switch bedrooms. It might be better for you to have my room since it has a bathtuba"for Nicole, I mean. "

She looked flabbergasted by the offer. "Our room is fine. "

He scowled. "But you might be more comfortable in the bigger room. "

"No, I'd feel lost in a room that size." She grinned, but added, "Sometimes Nicki showers with me, but I try to keep that to a minimum. There are times when I want my privacy, too. So as long as you don't mind us trooping through here every now and then, we'll keep what we've got. "

The idea of Anabel naked and wet flitted through Gil's mind before he could squelch the image. Maybe during her trial run, he'd get the opportunity to shower with her.

What was he saying?

Annoyed with his wandering thoughts, Gil shook his head and realized that Anabel had stopped in the middle of his bedroom to look around. She stared pointedly at his king-size bed. Candace had made it earlier so that the plump down quilt was smooth, the matching gray pillows placed just so. Anabel c.o.c.ked a brow, but refrained from comment.

When they stepped into his black and gold bathroom, though, her mouth fell open. "It's as big as your bedroom. "

He shrugged. "I like my luxuries." Like the immense tiled shower with five separate showerheads that could reach every aching muscle. And the heated towel bars, the double sink, the high ceilings.

"You call that a tub?"

Gil went straight to the partially sunken square bath and turned on the water. "You don't like it?" He knew that wasn't her problem, but decided he could tease, too.

"It'sa decadent. And it could easily pa.s.s for a swimming pool." She, too, sat on the edge of the marble ledge surrounding the tub. "Wow. This is amazing. "

With the temperature adjusted, Gil turned a k.n.o.b that tightened the plug and the tub began to fill. Nicki tried to squirm loose, but Gil held onto her. "Will she be okay in there? I've never bathed a baby before. "

Still a little bemused, Anabel shook her head. "I don't know. Let's don't fill it up too much. "

He turned the water off when it was still very shallow. Keeping his eyes on Nicki as he lifted her inside, he said to Anabel, "If you'd like to take a soak sometime, feel free. With the whirlpool jets on, it's really relaxing. "

"Hmm." She trailed her fingers through the water. "There's plenty of room for two." Her eyes slanted his way. "But then, I bet you already knew that, didn't you?"

Her not so subtle digging amused him. If she only knew how long it'd been since he'd had a woman, she wouldn't worry. "Actually, this is the first time a female has been in my tub." Nicki, who remained oblivious to the undercurrents between the adults, managed to splash and thrash and soak them both. "And I'm not sure the little rat here counts." The second the words left his mouth, Gil wanted to choke himself. d.a.m.n it, now she had him calling Nicki a rat.

Anabel laughed while lathering Nicki's hair. "Oh, I dunno. I think it tells a lot about you. "

Gil didn't like the speculative way she said that. "It tells you only that I'm a private man who tries to keep my relationships with women as simple as possible. "

"Well, this relationship won't be simple. "

He didn't know if she meant with Nicki or with her, and he decided not to ask. Anabel was so good with his daughter, so natural about the whole mother thing that he almost felt the need to rea.s.sess. If he hadn't already known her, if she looked different, he'd think she was born to be a mother.