Falling for the Billionaire Wolf and His Baby (Blood Moon Brotherhood 1)
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He smiled.
“I think I’d be crying, too,” she kept on talking. “What a smell. Ooh.”
He heard shuffling and suspected she was lifting Oscar up.
“I think this calls for a bath.” Her voice sounded strange, muffled. “And maybe I need to ask Thomas to bring me a gas mask next time he makes a delivery.”
Oscar’s squealing increased.
“What? You don’t like Thomas?” she asked. “He’s a very nice man. He’s asked me to dinner, you know. And, between you and me, I haven’t been asked out in a long time.”
Oscar’s cry softened. Finn frowned. Thomas had asked her out. He should give the baby department manager more credit.
“See, that’s better isn’t it? All dry. Let’s get you a bottle and then we’ll get you a bath.”
He stood and headed into the kitchen, knowing full well she and Oscar would be there.
She was humming, of course, her back to him, a long golden ponytail swinging between her shoulder blades.
“Evening, you two,” he said.
“Evening Mr. Dea—Finn.” She smiled. “Joining us for dinner?”
“What did Augustina leave us?”
“I’m not sure. Oscar and I were dealing with a toxic waste spill in the bedroom.”
“That sounds…distressing,” he offered. He opened the oven to find a casserole dish. “Looks like chicken of some sort. With rice.”
“Sounds yummy,” she said, heading to the table with Oscar and his bottle. “Would you rather eat in the dining room? Augustina told me that’s what you prefer.”
He set the casserole dish on the table. “I suppose I did eat in the dining room.”
She nodded.
He shrugged, hoping that was enough of an explanation.
He saw her slight smile.
He pulled two plates down. “Hungry?” he asked, wanting their company.
“Oh,” she shook her head, flustered. “I’ll wait until he’s done. He needs a bath. Then I can eat. But thank you.”
He put the chicken back in the oven. “I’ll wait.”
She looked at him, surprised. “You don’t have to.”
She was right, he didn’t. He didn’t need to eat in the kitchen with his assistant and the baby. He owned the house. He was her employer. The last thing he should do was spend more time with her… If anything, he should put space between them. Before this…this…connection twisted into something risky for them both.
But her green gaze drew him in, warm and honest. This was where he wanted to be.
Space. Now.
“I think I’ll go for a run.” The thought of stretching his legs and sweating it out was vastly appealing.
She nodded. “Enjoy your run.”
Did she look disappointed? Did it matter? He left the room without another word. He was angry, at himself. First he’d brought this on his friends, then he’d infected his son, and now he was going to pull Jessa into the mess? Because his wolf’s possessiveness for her was justification enough to drag her into his world? Hell, no.