He digs a diaper out of the package and lays it on top of her.
“It’s not a blanket, genius. Lift her legs up, slide it under.”
He manages to get the diaper in place. “Good?”
His insecurity is adorable. He’s trying. He’s trying to care for this little baby who was dropped on his doorstep withno warning. Maybe I should give him more credit. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on him.
Adele yelps. Zane stuck the tabs to her skin instead of the diaper.
“She’s not a Christmas present you’re wrapping. Tabs to tabs. Be careful of her skin.”
He frowns. “Damnit. I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“It’s okay.” I squeeze his bicep. Oops! Mistake. His bicep is hard. Reminding me of how strong this man is. Of how much he can handle.
Nope. Nope. Nope. I am not developing a crush on Zane Raider. He’s sexy and my body longs for him, but he is not the man for me. Player, remember?
“There,” he announces and I force thoughts away from all the dirty things I want to do with him. There’s a baby in the room, Sloane! A baby!
He starts to lift her from the table but I stop him. “She’s not dressed.”
“Oh, right.” He reaches for the onesie he removed from her.
“It’s dirty.”
He shakes his head as he grabs a clean onesie from the pile. “No wonder my family thought I needed two thousand of these.”
“Your family really stepped up for you.”
He grins. “The Raider brothers are always there for each other.”
“Must be nice,” I mumble.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I force a smile. “Get this little poop monster dressed and then everyone can go back to sleep.”
He contemplates me for a moment. Please don’t ask. Four in the morning, while changing a poopy diaper, is not the time to reveal all of my secrets.
Eventually, he drops his gaze to concentrate on the baby. My shoulders sag in relief. He struggles with the snaps on the onesie. “Does baby Velcro exist?”
“You’ll get used to it.”
He lifts Adele up and cuddles her close. “How does she smell this good now? After…” He motions to the diaper pail and his nose wrinkles.
I smooth a hand over her head. “Babies smell good.”
His lips turn up as he stares down at his daughter. “Nah. Adele smells good. Other babies are immaterial.”
Oh boy. Zane smiling at his baby is sexier than anything I’ve ever seen before. I need to get out of here before I attack him – baby and all.
But before I can escape, he sniffs. “Speaking of smells, why do you smell like a frat party?”
I groan. “Some out-of-towners decided to challenge a few locals to a drinking game.”
He chuckles. “I bet they regret challenging smugglers.”
“I warned them Smuggler’s Hideaway moonshine wasn’t the same as moonshine in other places, but they wouldn’t listen.”
