“Good, huh?” Karim said softly.
That won him a bubbly smile. Karim smiled back. The kid was cute, if you liked kids. He didn’t. Well, no. That wasn’t true. He didn’t dislike them.
He’d just never spent any time around one.
The kid smelled good, too. Something soft. Not lemony, like Rachel; this was a smell even a man who knew zero about children would automatically associate with babies.
The baby cooed. Smiled around Karim’s finger. Karim grinned. And yawned.
The baby yawned, too.
The curving lashes drooped.
“That’s it, kid,” Karim said softly. “Time to call it a night. You doze off; I’ll take you back to Rachel …”
Ethan’s lashes fell against his cheeks and didn’t lift again.
Karim’s did the same.
A moment later, man and baby were sound asleep.
Karim woke abruptly, the baby still in his arms.
Asleep.
An excellent idea. Karim was desperate to do the same thing. Sleep for another couple of hours, then phone his P.A. and tell her to cancel his appointments for the day.
Why not? The guy from Tokyo, the one from India, both could wait until he’d finished dealing with Rami’s affairs and had a clear head.
Rami’s affairs, he thought, his mouth thinning. That was certainly what Vegas had been all about—his dead brother’s affair with a dancer, a stripper, whatever Rachel Donnelly was.
She was also a mother.
A good mother. Hell, an excellent one, from what he’d seen. Responsible. Caring. Determined.
It was surprising that Rami would have been attracted to such a woman. Party girls with boobs bigger than their brains had always been his type.
Not that Rachel lacked anything in that department.
Her breasts, all of her that he’d seen in that quick encounter in her bathroom, were lush and female …
And how many times had he told himself to stop thinking such things, dammit? Because what Rachel was or was not had nothing to do with him or what he had to do next.
Karim got to his feet, carried the baby back to the guest suite. Rachel was still curled in the big chair, asleep.
She looked incredibly beautiful. And innocent.
Amazing how deceiving looks could be.