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about us?”
    “Don’t you have anything in the
fridge?” She settled the baby on her hip and walked into the kitchen with Quinn
close behind. After opening the refrigerator and then the freezer, she turned
to him. “Nothing but beer, a lime and some old cheese.” She inspected the
cabinets. “And every kind of sweet cereal known to man.” She closed the cabinet
door.
    “Guess we’ll have to go food
shopping.” He lounged against the granite counter.
    “ We? Am I a cook now too? I don’t remember that as part of the job description.” Her
eyes widened.
    “I think we need to iron out some
things. How about a drink first?”
    She nodded as she placed Junior in
his highchair.
    “Vodka and tonic okay?”
    “Sure.” Susanna gathered the
ingredients for Junior’s dinner of strained meat, strained vegetables, and
fruit before she sat down opposite the little guy. When she fastened a bib on
him, he became excited, kicking his legs and gurgling. His eyes brightened.
“Look at him. He knows it’s dinner time.” She grinned.
    Quinn stared at Junior. “You’re
right.”
    She mixed the meat with a little bit
of green beans, watching Junior’s eyes following her moves. “He’s adorable.
What a riot. He’s excited about dinner.” She laughed.
    Quinn mixed two vodka and tonics,
added a slice of fresh lime, and handed one to her. She took a sip then placed
the glass on the table out of the baby’s reach. “Mmm. Good.”
    They sat in silence watching Junior
eat his food. Susanna cooed at him, opened her mouth when she wanted him to
open his, and laughed when he laughed. As Quinn’s gaze took in her antics, a
slow smile crept over his face.
    Holding a bottle with juice, she sat
back and took a sip of her drink with her other hand. Then she picked up Junior
and took him into the living room. She placed him on a big blanket on the
floor, setting plastic baby keys and a few small, rubbery toys within his
reach. He grabbed the ring of keys and shoved them in his mouth, gumming them
and drooling. Quinn followed her with both glasses.
    “He’s teething.” She announced,
wiping his chin with a cloth diaper.
    “Talk. Now.” Quinn cupped his hand
under her elbow and helped her to a standing position. He escorted her to the
sofa. Susanna sank down next to him and took a sip of her drink.
    “We need to clarify what your duties
are. I’m paying you five hundred a week to take care of Junior. But according
to the agency, that’s only for six days a week. I need seven days a week. I
know that’s tough, but it’s only for two months. Also, I’d love it if you
cooked. Can you cook?”
    She nodded. “Cooked for my parents
when my mom was sick.”
    “Sick?”
    “She died of cancer three years
ago.”
    “I’m so sorry.” He placed his hand
over hers.
    “You were saying,” she said, sliding
her hand away from his. He’s a hunk, but
this is his kid. He doesn’t want to take care of him at all? Not even one day a
week?
    “Cooking, just dinner. I’ll get my
own breakfast and lunch. Junior seven days a week. How much extra do you want?”
    She sucked on her lower lip and
rolled her eyes to gaze at the ceiling. How
much is that worth? He’s a rich man, I’d bet. Hmm.
    “Uh…I don’t know because this is my
first job like this…seven fif—”
    “How about a thousand a week?”
    She gulped, then nodded. “Works for
me,” she squeaked out.
    “Good. That’s settled. Now, dinner
tonight. How about I order something in?”
    “That’d be great.” She took another
sip and glanced at Junior, who was happily amusing himself.
    “What kind of food do you like?” He
pulled out his cell phone.
    “Anything.” She shrugged.
    “French?” Quinn raised his eyebrows.
    Her eyes lit up. “I’d love that.”
    Quinn snapped open his phone and
dialed. “Jean Marc? It’s Quinn. What’s your specialty this evening?”
    Susanna returned to the floor and
Junior’s company. He gurgled and reached for a yellow ring with