“Not a bib for you, for Peyton.”
“Oh.”
Colt smiled and popped Shannie in her high chair. He chatted at both baby girls, as well as Eliza. His ease with the kids didn’t surprise India; that was why she’d called him.
Bibs on, food warmed, India grabbed the rubber-coated baby spoons from the dishrack. “Which one do you want?”
Without looking away, Colt said, “Eliza, does Shannie still spit her food everywhere?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then I’ll feed Peyton.”
“Chicken,” India taunted.
“A chicken says, bawk bawk,” Eliza offered.
India and Colt both laughed.
Shannie managed to eat half her jar of beans, the rest she sprayed all over India. But Peyton wasn’t a picnic; she cried and rubbed carrots in her eyes, which made her scream.
“I’ll give Peyton a quick bath if you watch Shannie and Eliza.”
“Deal.”
By the time India undressed the fussy baby, ran the bath water, scrubbed her, rinsed her, dried her, diapered her, clothed her and returned to the kitchen, half an hour had passed and Shannie was crying in her high chair.
India said, “Trade ya,” handing Peyton to Colt and lifting Shannie out. She shot a look at an entirely too quiet Eliza…who blinked at her impishly as she bit into a cookie. In fact, Eliza had a whole stack of cookies in front of her.
“Colt! Where did Eliza get—”
“We were counting them, and since she’s bein’ so good and such a helpful big sister, entertaining Shannie Banannie, I let her have a couple extras, right, cookie monster?”
Eliza giggled.
“You are a s-u-c-k-e-r, Colt McKay.”
“Mmm. Totally when it comes to these darlin’ girls.” He rubbed his cheek over Peyton’s head. “Babies smell so great after a bath, don’t they?”
Seeing Colt’s softer side always made her melt a little. Where else did he show such sweetness?
He shows it with you all the time.
“What now?” he said.
“Will you heat up two bottles while I bathe Shannie?”
“Sure.”
Thud. Eliza stood in front of her, cookie crumbs all over her face and clothes. “Innie?”
“What, sweetie?”
“I wanna baf with Shannie.”
“Okay. But no splashing.”
Serious contemplation occurred before Eliza grudgingly said,
“Okay,” and flounced up the stairs.
Bathing two kids took twice as long, especially when the older one insisted on “helping”. The living room was quiet when the three of them trooped back downstairs.
The TV was on low. Peyton’s bottle was empty. She was sound asleep and drooling on Colt’s shoulder. Colt didn’t mind. He wore a look of contentment India had never seen, nor expected to see. The thought he’d make a terrific father flashed through her mind, and she tamped down envy for the lucky woman who bore his children because he’d make a terrific husband too.
Eliza bounded over and jumped next to him on the couch.
Right next to him.
Peyton stirred and Colt gently rubbed her back.
“You want me to put her down?”
“Nah. I’ll do it. Shannie’s bottle is in the pan.” He stood and Eliza immediately scooted into his spot. “I’ll read you a bedtime story when I get back if you pick a book, cookie monster.”
“Huh-uh. I not sleepy.”
But Eliza didn’t last long. Both she and Shannie conked out at the same time. Colt tucked her in while India laid Shannie in her crib and grabbed the baby monitor.
India flopped on the couch and closed her eyes. A few minutes later the floorboards creaked. “Man, this parenting stuff has me whupped.”
The couch cushions moved slightly as Colt sat beside her.
“How long did you sign on for?”
“Today and tomorrow. Sky and Kade will be back late tomorrow night.” She sighed. “It’s weird. I see the girls for a couple of hours every week and I think they’re all sweet smiles and cute clothes. But then, I see what it really takes to take care of them every day…”
“And what? It seems like too much work?”
“No. The exact opposite. It seems like the only kind of work that’s worthwhile.”
Neither one spoke, but it wasn’t an awkward silence.
Finally, Colt said, “You see yourself havin’ kids some day?”
“Sometimes I think I’m ready now if I find the right man, but yeah, definitely some day. A couple. Or more.” Pause. “How about you?”
“I can’t wait to have kids. I feel like I’m finally at the time and place in my life where I’m ready for them.”
“Is that why you asked Fallon out? Because she’s wife and mother material?”
Colt didn’t say a word.
“Look. I’m sorry. None of my business who you date.”
“Maybe it should be your business.”
A funny tingle started in her chest but she still didn’t open her eyes.
“I’m sorry I dragged you into a pile of shit last night. I swear to God I didn’t bid that high to embarrass you.”
“Why did you?”
“Because people in this town have no f**kin’ idea how talented you are. It pissed me off.”
A beat passed. “That’s sweet, but since you have so much credit with me, that means I’m going to be pushing for the starburst nipple design.”
He laughed softly.
India wasn’t about to let him off the hook. “As far as Fallon?”
“She was a mistake.”
“Then why’d you ask her out?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Colt, that’s crap. Why’d you ask her to the community center dance where everyone could see you two were on a date?”
“Because she wasn’t like you.”
“Gee. Thanks.”
“You took that the wrong way.”
“How else am I supposed to take it?”
“Listen, I thought if I was with someone who wasn’t like you in any way, I wouldn’t…compare.”
That hurt. She might’ve actually winced. Then she felt him move next to her and his breath fanned her cheek.
“Dammit. I’m doin’ this all wrong. Look at me.”
She turned her head and opened her eyes.
Colt was right there, with his head next to hers on the couch.
“Every single woman comes up short when I compare them to you.