Maid for Montero. KIM LAWRENCE

she asked, ‘did you have in mind?’

      His eyes narrowed at the edge of sarcasm in her voice. ‘I know nothing about children.’

      ‘Except that you have no room in your twenty-bedroom house for two small ones.’

      ‘So you’re suggesting you move into my home.’ He arched a sardonic brow and watched her flush. ‘Or perhaps you already have?’ It struck him that this might not be so far from the truth—the child had looked very comfortable in his chair.