shrugged. "I think I don't know you, but you have horrible reputations. You do seem to care about the baby, though, and that moves you up one notch in my brain."
"Does it now?" He took a step closer to her, leaning over her. "And what would you do if I kissed you?" He didn't know where the words had come from, but now that he'd brought it up, it sounded like a fine idea. He'd kiss her and show her he could walk away. Then she'd know he wasn't some sort of sex offender.
She glared at him. "Is that meant to be a threat? What is wrong with you?" The man acted like he'd never seen a woman before, but if there was even a small chance the baby in her arms was his, then he'd certainly done a lot more than look at one.
"What's wrong with me? I've got a little priss for a nanny who thinks she's better than me." He leaned even closer. "You're not better than me, you know. You're just a little girl who doesn't know how to behave around men, so you're scared."
"Scared? I'm not scared!" Her blue eyes met his brown, and she stared right into them, feeling like she'd just received a blow to her stomach. Oh, Aunt Lachele was right about this one. He was sex on a stick.
He grabbed her by the back of her neck, leaning down to kiss her. He'd never in his life kissed a woman in anger, but he didn't recall ever being so mad at a woman either. Not even MaryBeth, who had tried to extort money from him.
As soon as his lips touched hers, they went soft, seeming to sip at hers. His tongue gently stroked her lips, and she parted them, allowing his tongue inside to stroke against hers. She'd been kissed before, but not often, and never like this. She felt it all the way in her toes. Glory be, she wanted to keep kissing him forever.
The baby fussed in her arms, startling them apart. "Sorry, Baby Dalton." She rushed from the room, realizing he'd never answered her question.
In the kitchen, she made him a bottle while she heated up a can of soup for her dinner. Her face was hot, but she wasn't sure if it was from the heat of the soup, embarrassment, or just plain being turned on. Barrett Dalton was one sexy man. How she was going to stay out of his clutches, she had no idea.
*****
Once Baby Dalton was asleep, Ashley returned to her room with a cup of tea. He hadn't been thrilled when she'd first put him in the water for his bath, but after he'd been in there for a minute or two, he'd kicked, and his eyes had widened. She wondered idly if he'd been given a bath since leaving the hospital, but she decided she really didn't want to know. Poor thing. He may not have had a lot of love for his first two weeks, but she was going to shower him in it from now on.
She sat in her bed, pulling out her iPad and going into Kindle app to read the newest book from her favorite author. She was just settling into the story, sipping her tea as she read when her phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID and groaned. Aunt Lachele must have talked to her parents. She considered not answering, but knowing her father, that would just bring him to Texas. The Daltons weren't exactly hard to locate. "Hello?" she answered after sliding her finger across the screen.
"What do you think you're doing moving in with three single men?" her father's voice bellowed in her ear. "I've raised you better than that, young lady."
"Dad, I'm a nanny. You're making it sound like I'm doing something illicit, but I'm not. I'm just taking care of a sweet baby who needs love." Ashley did her best to keep her voice calm. She didn't need him flying off the handle any more than he already had.
"Do you have any idea who those men are? They're known for womanizing! You need to tell them you're leaving immediately and come home to Montana."
Ashley frowned at the phone. "I can't. I agreed to stay for a full month, as a trial, and you taught me to always keep my promises. I couldn't go back on