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to understand what she wanted to show him.
    She tugged it up higher for his inspection. “That’s Ophelia.” She jabbed her finger at the girl in the forefront of the photo with her hands up and her hair in her counterpart’s face. “That’s me. Josie.”
    “Josie?” He shook his head. “Who is Josie?”
    “Josie is me, pal. The woman who is kicking you out of here before we wake my baby.” She shoved at his shoulder to prompt him to get moving.
    “For the baby’s sake, I’ll go, but just so we can sort this whole mess through somewhere else.”
    “Agreed.” She ushered him into the hallway, pulling the bedroom door firmly shut after them.
    “And for the record, ma’am,” he said, stopping short in front of her so that she could neither move past him or retreat.
    “What?” she asked, trying to sound as brave as she had felt while defending her son.
    “For the record…” He leaned down close until his face loomed before hers, his eyes demanding her total focus. “That little boy asleep in that crib in there—”
    She held her breath.
    “—is my baby.”

Chapter Two

    “G o on home. I’ll be all right.” This woman, this spitting image of Ophelia Redmond only…softer, gave the babysitter a comforting pat as she nudged the wide-eyed gal out the front door.
    Adam stuffed two fingers of each hand into his back jeans pockets and shifted his weight to one leg. Softer or not, that tangle of red-blond curls with the honest eyes and mama-tiger-protecting-her-cub ferocity stood between him and his son. He didn’t like that. Did not like that one bit.
    And Adam was determined he would not like her, either. He’d come for his son and that left no room for anything but cold indifference toward the woman who wanted him to relinquish his parental rights.
    Josie shut the door and turned to him, a smug expression on her pretty face. “I’d ask you if you wanted some coffee, but seeing as you’re not staying long enough to—”
    “I take it black,” he told her. “The coffee, that is. In a mug, not some wimpy little teacup.”
    Her eyes cut straight through him like two burning coals. They shone with emotion and life that he’d never seen in her twin’s gaze. Not that it mattered, of course. As far as he was concerned, Josie Redmond was the enemy.
    “And piping hot,” he added, enjoying tweaking her anger a bit more than he really should have allowed himself.
    She took in one long, deep breath, held it, then let it out, slow—real slow. “Anything else?”
    “With sugar.”
    “Do tell.”
    “Yep.”
    “Well, I like mine decaf. Instant decaf.” She jerked her head toward the open door to his left. “You’ll find everything you need on the counter.”
    “Me?” He jammed his thumb into his breastbone.
    “You want coffee, you make coffee.” She put her hand to the wall and kicked her thick white shoes off. “I’m officially off duty, Mr. Burdett.”
    “Adam,” he drawled, hoping it hid his grudging admiration for her unflappable response and her no-nonsense approach.
    She reached up and snagged the white hair-holding thingy loose. Spiral curls clung to it as she dragged it downward. She shook her head, her hair tumbling down to brush her straight shoulders. She put her hand behind her neck. “What did you say?”
    “Huh?”
    “Maybe I should make the coffee after all.” She narrowed one eye on him. “Wouldn’t want to tax you too much, you know, by expecting you to talk and handle a kitchen appliance at the same time. Could get tricky.”
    Adam huffed a hard laugh, more amused than he wanted to admit. “Bet you get a lot of tips with that winning attitude of yours.”
    “I do all right.” She turned and padded into the kitchen.
    “I’ll just bet you do,” he muttered.
    “What’d you say?”
    “Adam.” He strolled into the glaring light of the kitchen and leaned against the cabinet where she was pulling out two coffee mugs. “I asked you to call me Adam. Mr. Burdett is my