y weren't usually late。
With a brief word to the doorman； she returned to her apartment； dialed
her parents' home phone； waited through ring after ring。 Assuming they
were on their way； she went back downstairs。 What she found there
stopped her cold。
With the doorman's ready assistance； her bags were being loaded into the
trunk of a shiny brown Audi that she didn't recognize。 But she did
recognize the man who stepped from its far side。 He was sun…bronzed and
gorgeous in a pullover and white ducks； looking as handsome and
masculine as could be； and very； very smug。 Before she could find her
tongue； he opened the rear door of the car and leaned in。 When he
straightened； he was carrying the most beautiful child Anne had ever
seen。
Her breath faltered。 How could he？ He wasn't playing fair； wasn't
playing fair at all…and he knew it； if the mischief in his grin meant
anything。
〃Hi； Annie！〃 He greeted her as though nothing was wrong。 〃Hope we didn't
keep you waiting too long。 Traffic was a bitch。 I think we have all your
bags。 Is there anything else inside？〃
Anne may have been thick in the past； but she wasn't thick now。 He had
known she would be waiting。 He had known what time to e。 He would
never have brought the child； if he hadn't been sure of the oute。
That meant her parents were in cahoots with him。
Had it been Mitch；