figure out how to unstrap the straps from his chest and gently lift him out. I’m guessing it’s a boy based on all the blue. Hard to tell when babies are so small, and he is small. It’s been awhile since I babysat infants, but I worked afternoons at a daycare when I was in high school and always loved being in the infant room.
“Shhh. Hey, little guy,” I croon in his ear and gather him up. My body has gone lava hot and I look back down the hall toward the elevator. There’s not a single soul in sight, but he was left here for a reason. “It’s okay.”
I bounce the baby in my arms and readjust the blanket wrapped around his legs. When I do, an envelope flutters to the floor and I grab it without thinking.
Mikah.
It’s the name scrolled on the outside of it which makes my brows pinch. Have I finally figured out the name of my hottie neighbor? Or the baby in my arms?
Only one way to figure it out.
I turn toward the door and lift my hand to knock. I definitely should have stopped by before to ask for that sugar or egg.
This is not the way I want to meet the guy who makes me wet on sight.
Chapter Three
Mikah
* * *
Water runs down my arms and drips from my hair. I’m wrapped in a towel at the waist, clinging to it at the hip as I race down the hallway. The incessant pounding on my door began when I was in the shower and hasn’t stopped since I finally got sick of trying to relax and ignore it.
There’s no reason for it either since the building has security. No one should be allowed inside without me being notified. But it doesn’t always work perfectly even though the security is one of the main reasons why I bought the place.
My thighs burn from the quick movements. I probably shouldn’t have put in the extra time once I arrived back home, but I’m determined to be the best. Always. Despite the sacrifice. Still, I need ice, a heating pad, and a gallon of water to rehydrate.
I reach the front door, tighten my fist at my hip where my towel sits and fling the door open.
“What is wrong?”
The pretty girl I have seen ducking inside her apartment across the hall whips around. Her blonde hair comes first, tied back at her neck and her green eyes are huge.
She is so pretty. No. That word does not say enough. She is verkelig smuk. Very beautiful. Vidunderlig.
Immediately catching my gaze is a squished up, red face, with huge dark eyes and an odd-shaped nose. That is all I can see peeking out from beneath a blue and white striped hat.
I have never seen her with him before. She seems so young. Around my age, I thought. My mouth drops open and I point. “You have a baby?”
She is snuggling the baby close to her and at my words, she moves the baby away. Her expression changes into something I don’t like. Not even a little bit.
It feels like doom.
Like the look on my father’s face the day I didn’t make the junior league hockey team despite being the only kid my age invited to tryout—two years younger than anyone else.
That look should not be so familiar on a stranger.
Whatever it is. It is not good.
“No,” she says. It’s the first word she’s ever spoken to me other than hello, but it’s as pretty as the rest of her. “I think… well, I think he’s yours?”
“What?” I’m already stepping back. I had only opened the door far enough to poke my head through but as I move back my door opens. “I do not have a baby.”
“I’m guessing the note I found when I heard this little guy crying out here is going to say you’re wrong about that.”
What note crazy neighbor lady? Before I can ask, a white envelope in one of her hands is held directly in front of my face. I reach for it, and at the same time, get a drastic waft of cool air across my waist.
“Oh shit,” the woman says, holding a baby… gaze dropping to my—
“Shit!” I crouch down and grab the towel, holding it in front of me. I am now naked in front of a woman claiming I have a baby. I’m pretty sure I passed out in the shower. I had to have slammed my head into the marble