Billionaire Angel (Point St. Claire, Where True Love Finds a Way)
““The hours on the door say open until 5 p.m. That’s twenty-five minutes from now. Do you have anyone else on the payroll?”
“Not today,” she called back.
“I’ll watch the counter while you two do the bottle thing.”
Jigging the baby, she popped her head back out. “Why would you do that?”
“I already told you.” He looked delicious in a white button-down shirt folded back at the cuffs, dark tailored pants and an I Hart Flowers apron he was tying at his back. “I want to help.”
When Chance gave another cry, Brooke surrendered and let Mr. Drake have his way. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, she heard the shop doorbell ring six times; three “ins”, three “outs.” She wanted to go and tend to those customers herself. But Chance needed her—first a poopy diaper change then a feed and a burp—and… Well, Xander Drake was right.
While Heather was away visiting her folks in Seattle this week, she could use some help. Brooke was sitting in the recliner, bouncing Chanc...e on her lap, when Xander stuck his head in the door.MoreLess
“Not today,” she called back.
“I’ll watch the counter while you two do the bottle thing.”
Jigging the baby, she popped her head back out. “Why would you do that?”
“I already told you.” He looked delicious in a white button-down shirt folded back at the cuffs, dark tailored pants and an I Hart Flowers apron he was tying at his back. “I want to help.”
When Chance gave another cry, Brooke surrendered and let Mr. Drake have his way. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, she heard the shop doorbell ring six times; three “ins”, three “outs.” She wanted to go and tend to those customers herself. But Chance needed her—first a poopy diaper change then a feed and a burp—and… Well, Xander Drake was right.
While Heather was away visiting her folks in Seattle this week, she could use some help. Brooke was sitting in the recliner, bouncing Chanc...e on her lap, when Xander stuck his head in the door.MoreLess
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