did her acute humiliation afterward. His kiss might have been so seductive it made her forget her own name, but he hadn’t kissed her because he was attracted to her. He’d kissed her to make a point.
There was no way in hell she was going into his room to wake him. If he as much as insinuated she’d approached him for anything other than his help with the baby, she knew she couldn’t be responsible for her actions. She’d absolutely deck him.
Sabrina squealed.
“Yeah, honey, we have to go out,” she told the little girl who should have been as tired as Madelyn, but seemed to have the stamina of a navy SEAL. The baby gurgled a response and Madelyn turned away from Ty’s bedroom door, determined she would never again let her attraction for that man show.
He was soooo safe with her, Madelyn thought, dressing the baby for the trip outside. After his arrogance the night before, she doubted she was even attracted to him anymore. She didn’t like arrogant men. No smart woman did. She would happily stay so far away from him he wouldn’t even have to worry about talking to her.
Madelyn found a spare set of keys for the SUV hanging on a bulletin board in the mudroom and twenty-three dollars casually strewn on a coffee table, probably money he’d taken from his pocket the night before. She didn’t feel she was stealing. She was stocking his damned cupboards. She certainly wasn’t using her own money. In fact, if she ever did have to spend her ownmoney on things for the house or the baby, she was expensing it!
After buckling Sabrina in the car seat, Madelyn drove to a nearby convenience store. She purchased the items she needed, holding Sabrina on her hip because if there was a stroller in the stack of baby items that still littered the foyer, Ty hadn’t yet put it together. She juggled the milk, eggs, bread, coffee and baby on the way to the checkout counter and had only a little more success carrying everything after the clerk put her purchases into bags. Maneuvering the baby and the bags on her left hand and arm, she opened the SUV door, then dumped the groceries on the passenger-side seat and fastened Sabrina in again.
By the time she returned to Ty Bryant’s kitchen, she was exhausted, frazzled and not a woman to be trifled with. So, when she found Ty sitting at the kitchen table as if life were good and easy, and he said, “There you are,” as if she’d stolen his SUV, it took every ounce of her control not to throttle him.
She sucked in a slow breath, ignoring the sizzle of attraction that zipped through her simply at the sight of him. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with his hair sexily tousled and his eyes bright from sufficient sleep, he was about as good looking as a man could be. But making that observation also made her angry with herself for being attracted to a jerk who not only humiliated her the night before, but also considered that she might have stolen his car.
“I went to the store.” Balancing Sabrina on her hip, Madelyn set the groceries on the table.
“Great, I’m starving.”
“Me, too,” she said casually, making good on her promise to herself that he would never have to worry about her attraction again, though she couldn’t deny that he looked darned good. Maybe too good. His jeans and T-shirt hugged muscles his suit hid. But more than that, he didn’t have the appearance or demeanor of a man who had just awakened. His movements weren’t slow or sluggish. His eyes were sharp and focused.
The thought that he might have been awake, in his room, ignoring her knocks, caused anger to careen through Madelyn like a runaway eighteen-wheeler. Still, she wasn’t about to do anything foolish, and yelling at him for something that couldn’t be changed would be. But she could most certainly guide his future behavior and how this household would operate from now on.
“After you make a pot of coffee, why don’t you scramble some eggs for both of us and make toast while I feed
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