take the baby. But if she called him he would crow in victory—and claim Dylan.
She would lose her baby.
And Connor wouldn’t look after the baby personally, either. He’d simply hire a nanny, which was no different from what she was doing. Dylan wriggled in her arms. Victoria kissed his head apologetically and loosened her grip.
But what if she confided in Connor that she was Dylan’s biological mother? Would he understand … would he be prepared to compromise? She nuzzled Dylan’s soft baby hair and thought of the Connor North she knew.…
Hard. Decisive. Ruthless. There wasn’t a compromising bone in that strong, too-male body.
No. She couldn’t tell him.
She would have to get through this by herself.
The rest of the day passed in a rush. And Victoria, who’d intended to leave not long after lunch for the first time in her life, left work far later than she’d intended.
Dylan still hadn’t settled by the Victoria went to collect him. But the staff were sure Monday would be better.
The weekend went by in a blur of sleepless exhaustion. Victoria missed a call from Connor while she and Dylan napped, and after listening to the recording of his deep, provocative voice saying, “Just wanted to see if you’re coping,” decided against phoning him back.
So he thought she wasn’t coping?
Well, she certainly wasn’t going to cry for help.
By the following Tuesday Dylan was visibly querulous, and one of the day care workers called to say he was running a slight temperature.
Panic flooded Victoria and she wasted no time getting to the day care center.
“He didn’t drink his last bottle.” The day care attendant looked concerned. “If his temperature rises further you may want to take him to the doctor.”
By the time Victoria got Dylan home, after an hour in peak-hour traffic, he was hot and flushed. Pausing only to take his temperature, which had rocketed alarmingly, she faced the fact that this was more than grief and dislocation. Dylan was ill.
A call to her doctor garnered his pager. Victoria swore. But within minutes a doctor on call had phoned and told her to take the baby to the nearest medical center. Berating herself for leaving it so long, she hoisted Dylan into the baby seat, secured him and hurried to the front door.
Connor had been waiting all week for Victoria to phone and beg him to take Dylan, to admit defeat. But she hadn’t. To his annoyance she hadn’t even responded to the message he’d left on her answering service. And Connor was left wishing he’d never allowed the hollowness in her eyes to persuade him to leave Dylan in her care. What had he been thinking? Dylan was the most important person in his life.
Five days had passed since the funeral, and he couldn’t wait any longer. The driving urge to see Dylan—a primal, deeply-rooted need to reassure himself that his baby was happy—dominated him. Yet as the Maserati ate up the now-familiar route Connor admitted it wasn’t only Dylan he’d been missing—he wanted to see Victoria, too.
It was perfectly normal, this desire to spend time with her. Right. It was perfectly normal to crave the presence of someone who drove you crazy?
Connor’s mouth slanted.
They’d each lost someone they loved—an aching loss that the other understood better than anyone else in existence. That made sense. But it wasn’t convincing. It sure didn’t explain why the shape of her wide mouth haunted him when he should’ve been thinking about work. Or why the memory of her slender body bending over Dylan’s car seat could wake him in the middle of the night, even though he’d always preferred blondes with hourglass curves. Or why he kept fantasizing about the silken softness of her skin under his fingertips.
Hell, he’d even wondered how she’d coped with telling Bridget she was taking more time off work to look after the baby. He’d actually considered calling earlier in the week to see if she needed support.
But he’d managed to hold out.
Until now.
As he lifted his hand to ring her doorbell the front door flew open.
“Oh, you startled me.”
His first thought was that he must have been blind. Victoria was beautiful. How had he ever missed it? How had he ever thought her plain?
Her long hair swirled about a face that was simply perfect. Straight, uncompromising brows, direct hazel eyes and a wide mouth of such delicious rosy-red that he fought the urge to kiss it.
Then he saw that she was upset.
His gaze dropped to the infant seat. “Are you going