Billionaire Baby Dilemma - Barbara Dunlop 2 стр.


All quiet? It was her neighbor Lexis soft voice, as she carefully slid open the screen door from the deck.

Devin smiled and motioned Lexi inside. The woman was in her early forties, with three grown children whod all left the state for either jobs or college.

Lexi had lost her husband six years ago in a boating accident. And it was her empathy and understanding that got Devin through those first terrible weeks after Monica and Konrads plane had crashed.

Get any sleep last night? asked Lexi, sliding the door shut behind her. The mosquitoes were out already, and the bumblebees who were attracted to the gardens and wildflowers were beginning to make their presence known.

Six straight hours, Devin bragged with a self-satisfied smile. Sleep was a rare commodity these days.

Lexi bent to pick up the closest toys and deposited them into the brightly colored wooden box in the corner of the room.

Devins decor was nothing to get excited about-two burgundy armchairs, a striped couch and various mismatched tables and lamps. The small, stone fireplace hadnt been used in years, while the rose-colored carpet had a distinct traffic pattern into the kitchen and out onto the deck that overlooked the lake.

But it was clean and cozy, and Devin loved her little cottage. It was the perfect place for Amelia to play, and if bits of dirt and sand were tracked in from the lake, nobody cared. The bedrooms were compact, while the kitchen was bright and cheerful. For most of the year, it was warm enough to eat on the deck, and Devin had splurged last year on a gorgeous table and padded chairs, with matching loungers and a big gas barbecue.

You have time for tea? asked Lexi.

Absolutely. Devin hoped Amelia would sleep for at least an hour.

Anything new on temporary guardianship?

Only that Im dreading the hearing. Devin sighed, tossing the last few blocks into their plastic tube then sealing the lid. I dont know why cant we just leave things the way they are.

It was less than two months until the hearing for permanent guardianship of Amelia, but for some reason Lucas Demarco had suddenly decided he wanted temporary custody. His lawyers had sent a threatening letter, forcing Devin into court next week.

You know why hes doing it. Lexi arched a brow as she shook out a yellow flannel, baby blanket and folded it in half.

Yes, I do.

To get close to Amelia.

Devin nodded her agreement. Its my big advantage over him at the moment.

Good luck to him, I say. Lexi stacked the blanket on top of three others on the back of the sofa. Hes hardly daddy material.

Lexi had only met Lucas once, at Monicas wedding. But theyd both read stories about his exploits as a cold-blooded businessman and a sexy, jet-setting bachelor. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that Lucas was only interested in Amelia because the baby girl had inherited shares in Pacific Robotics. And controlling her would give Lucas fifty-five percent of the company, so his decisions would be final.

Most of the time, Devin was confident that any judge would see right through his scheme. But every once in a while, in the middle of night when her confidence was low and life seemed overwhelming, Devin feared Lucas might actually win the case and take Amelia away.

As Lexi headed for the kitchen, Devin shook off the fear. She snagged the last of the baby dolls, straightened a stack of magazines and pulled the rolling ottoman back into its place.

A knock sounded on the door that was tucked in a foyer at the back of the living room.

Lexi peeked around the kitchen wall, brows going up in surprise. Nobody knocked on Devins door. In the close-knit community of Lake Westmire, people usually crossed to the front deck, opened the glass slider and walked in. If they wanted to be formal, they might call out before entering.

Feeling slightly self-conscious in her faded T-shirt, worn blue jeans and bare feet, Devin made her way to the back of the house. She took a glance through the small, rectangular window and vaguely recognized the man standing on the porch. She opened the door halfway and tried to pinpoint what was familiar about him.

He was about five foot eight, with medium-length, reddish blond hair. He wore a dark suit with a pale blue, accent-striped shirt and a navy tie. He looked to be in his midthirties, although his round face gave him a perpetual boyish look. And the light-colored eyebrows didnt help.

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He was about five foot eight, with medium-length, reddish blond hair. He wore a dark suit with a pale blue, accent-striped shirt and a navy tie. He looked to be in his midthirties, although his round face gave him a perpetual boyish look. And the light-colored eyebrows didnt help.

Can I help you? She kept her voice low so she wouldnt disturb Amelia.

The man stuck out his hand and offered a friendly, salesman-like smile. Steve Foster. We met at Konrad and Monicas wedding. The smile promptly disappeared. Allow me to express my condolences for your loss.

Thank you, Devin automatically responded, taking his hand while clicking through her memory for his face.

Then she got it. Right. Steve Foster. He was Konrads cousin. She drew back her hand and pressed her lips together.

Im sorry for your loss, too, she responded, although she held the entire Demarco family partially responsible for her sisters death. If they all hadnt been so greedy and distrustful, they wouldnt have panicked over Amelias shares. Konrad wouldnt have been so desperate to win Monica back, and Monica never would have got on the plane that night.

I hope Im not disturbing you, he continued affably.

Is there something you need? Her tone had cooled, and she could hear Lexi in the living room behind her, moving in closer, presumably to take stock of the situation.

I came to apologize, he offered. On behalf of my family. I understand Lucas has been harassing you.

Devin didnt know what to say to that. Lucas was the current bane of her existence. But she wasnt exactly sure what Steve was apologizing for, nor what he meant by harassing.

The kettle squealed behind her, and Lexis footsteps swiftly disappeared into the kitchen.

I only just learned about the temporary guardianship hearing.

Well, that answered one question.

But she still didnt know why he was here.

Steve cleared his throat. Would you mind terribly if I He gestured inside her house. I have an offer for you.

Im not interested, said Devin. She didnt trust any of the Demarcos, or the Fosters, particularly when they were pretending to be nice.

Id like to make up for Lucass actions.

Devin canted her head to one side, attempting to judge the expression in his pale blue eyes. Why? she challenged.

He appeared contrite and guileless. Because hes treating you badly. Hes got five very expensive lawyers on the case. I know these guys and, quite frankly, Devin, you dont stand a chance.

A cold fear hit the pit of Devins stomach. Added to it was a rush of suspicion. There was no reason in the world for Steve to warn her about Lucas. The Demarco family wanted Amelia, and Steve was one of them.

What do you want? she demanded, assuming he was up to no good.

I just told you. He met her gaze straight on, without so much as a blink. If this was an act, he was very good.

She allowed for the slim possibility that he was being honest. Why would you care?

Devin heard Lexi come closer behind her. It warmed Devins heart to know Lexi was on her side. Not that Lexi was a lawyer, and not that Lexi was in any better position than Devin to hire an expensive law firm.

I care, because Im a decent human being. And Im doing more than just warning you. Im here to offer you the services of a first-class law firm. I have Bernard and Botlow on retainer, and youre welcome to use them for the hearing next week. Free of charge, of course.

Devin blinked at the man.

Lexi pulled the door wider. Whats the catch?

Steve saw Lexi, and his expression faltered for a split second. Hello. And you are?

Im a friend of Devins.

He turned his attention back to Devin. Do you mind if I come in for a moment?

The babys asleep, she told him.

Ill be very quiet. He waited, then he looked to Lexi. Im here to offer legal services, nothing more. You can check out the law firm, check out the lawyers. They have an excellent reputation, and I wont be in any way remotely involved in the case.

He looked back at Devin. My cousin is treating you unfairly. Hes stacked the deck in his favor, and I want to level the playing field.

Devin didnt like to think about Steves cousin Lucas. He was a Demarco through and through. And that meant he was devastatingly handsome, sexy, self-assured and powerful. The combination should have been annoying. It was annoying. But it was also arousing in a knee-jerk, anthropological sort of way, and Devin found herself having to guard against a sexual attraction to the man who was growing more aggravating by the day. She thought about her overworked, sole proprietor lawyer down on Beach Drive. Hannah was wonderful. She was bright and hardworking, and shed cut her fees considerably for Devin. But she wasnt a family law specialist.

You can always say no to me inside, Steve offered reasonably.

Devin glanced at Lexi. The woman gave a nearly imperceptible shrug, and Devin decided to take a chance. After all, Steve was right about one thing. She could say no to him in her living room as well as she could say it on the porch. There seemed little risk in listening to what he had to say.


Lucas knew that LoJacking Steves car brought him dangerously close to the line ethics-wise. But when the device went still for half an hour out at Lake Westmire, he knew his suspicions were confirmed and his actions justified.

He left the mansion through the front foyer, crossing the driveway turnaround to the garage that housed his jet-black Bugatti.

He cut the hour-long drive down to forty minutes, passing the blip that signaled Steves Porsche coming the other way along the interstate south of Seattle. His GPS took him down the winding, beachfront road of Lake Westmire, unerringly to a gravel driveway behind a compact, white cottage that obviously fronted on the lake.

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