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Mickey in his room down the hall.
    She’d covered dinner and a sitter; she didn’t want Trace to have any wiggle room to get out of going shopping. Mickey was as sweet as could be, and a good baby, but he expected to be held all the time. Nikki literally couldn’t get anything done. And without a car seat or stroller, she remained housebound.
    It might be unfair to expect Trace to shop after a twelve-hour day, but expecting her to care for a baby without the proper equipment was equally unreasonable.
    He walked in the door and over to the dish to drop in his keys. He glanced around, then looked at her.
    “What’s up? Are you going someplace? Hey, I’m sorry I’m late.” He rubbed a hand over the back of hisneck in a weary gesture. “Time just disappears. Is Carmichael sleeping?”
    “No. I hired Russ to watch him tonight. Carmichael needs some things. You and I are going shopping.”
    “Not tonight.” Dark brows lowered in a frown. “I’m tired and I’m hungry. We’ll go tomorrow.”
    “We’re going tonight,” she insisted. “I’ve only been here two days, and I already know not to trust the promise of tomorrow.”
    His scowl darkened, but he couldn’t deny the allegation. “I thought I made it clear how I feel about being manipulated.”
    “Then don’t force it on me.” She patted the cooler and recited the list of items Carmichael required. “I’ve packed you dinner. Believe me, I wouldn’t ask you to go out if I didn’t really need these things to care for him properly. I’m tired, too, but we need to go tonight. How did you even get Carmichael home without a car seat?”
    He looked pained. “There was one. It was too small, so I took it down to the station to have on hand in case of an emergency.” He sighed. “Do I have time for a shower and change of clothes?”
    Relieved to have his co-operation, she grinned. “If you hurry.”
     
    “Do you want a modular unit for a playpen, or will the portable crib work?” Trace asked as they stood in the baby aisle of the superstore.
    “Oh, do they have modular units here?” Nikkistepped back to view the merchandise better. “Where? Does it list the dimensions?”
    “I don’t see them here. A friend has one. I can find out where he got it, or order it online, but you’d have to wait.”
    She took in their two carts, swollen with large boxes. It contained a fortune. “Oh, yeah, we don’t have to get everything tonight. I wasn’t thinking of the expense.”
    “Let me worry about the expense.” Injured pride added bite to his response. “I’d rather finish it tonight. I can afford whatever is needed for my son.”
    “Of course. I didn’t mean to imply you couldn’t.” Maybe she could use that pride to motivate him on an emotional level. “Thank you for coming out tonight. I’ve really been stuck these past couple of days. Carmichael is a good baby but—”
    “He wants to be held,” Trace finished, and she met his gaze in a moment of shared understanding. “I know.”
    “Let’s go to the toys. He needs to become engaged in activities that hold his attention. Russ brought over some of his niece’s blocks. He says Carmichael will play with them for an hour or more.”
    “Huh?” Trace made a show of turning toward the toys. “Let’s get us some blocks.”
    She laughed, and quickly caught up to him. “When are you going to pick up the rest of his stuff?”
    He looked blank. “What do you mean?”
    “His stuff. For his room. Toys, stuffed animals, wall hangings. Things with color and form to inspire his mind—that stuff.”
    “Oh. There wasn’t any of that in what my father-in-law brought.”
    “So M—Carmichael has no stuff? That’s kind of sad.” Shocked and saddened by the revelation, Nikki spoke without thinking, but regretted her lack of forethought when she saw the humor fade from his face. She tried to save the moment. “But, hey, that means you get to choose his stuff.”
    “Me?” A shadow passed over his