The Sheriff's Doorstep Baby. Teresa Carpenter

sense of self-preservation kicked in. So instead she cooed to little Jack on her way to handing him to Nate.

      Let him see what he’d be dealing with without inhouse assistance.

      “Here you go.” She held the crying child out to Nate.

      “Humph.” He set his bowl on the coffee table and took the squalling baby into his arms.

      The trick worked because the baby continued to cry no matter what Nate did to soothe him. Then she felt bad because Jack refused to be mollified. Nate patted him, talked to him, put him over his shoulder and held him in his lap. Actually he was very good with the baby, holding him well and confidently.

      But nothing made Jack happy.

      Once she finished eating she set her dishes aside and took him so Nate could finish his meal.

      She thought she’d be able calm the child, even hummed a little song for him, which seemed to be working and then it wasn’t. Instead he worked himself into a full screaming fit. So much for her plan. And her ego.

      “I changed his diaper,” she said even as she checked him again to make sure he was still dry. “And he just had a bottle. I don’t know why he’s so upset.”

      “Maybe he’s still hungry,” Nate offered. “Do you think he’d like some stew?”

      “He’s too small to eat that. Or any solids. How old did you say he was?”

      “Four months.”

      Did that mean Jack could have food? She wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. I had a coworker with a new baby. I think she started feeding her little girl about this age. But if so, it was only soft cereal or pureed fruits and vegetables.”

      “Yeah, well, we don’t have any of that. I’m going to give him a little of the broth.”

      Michelle hesitated, still unsure, but the frantic crying wore at her nerves. At this point she was willing to give it a try. She gratefully released the baby into Nate’s care.

      “Be careful,” she urged him. “Make sure you don’t get any chunks of food. And don’t give him too much. It’s rich and his system won’t be used to it.”

      “Let’s see if he even likes it.” Nate dipped the tip of his spoon in the thick broth and brought it to the shrieking baby’s mouth, touching the tiny tongue with a small taste. For a moment there was no change, but Nate tried it again. This time the crying stuttered as Jack worked his tongue against his lips, but his little body still shuddered with the force of his sobs.

      “That’s promising.” Nate fed him another small sip.

      “Not too fast,” she cautioned as blessed silence surrounded them.

      “He likes it.”

      “I’m sure he does. It’s got more flavor than anything else he’s ever eaten.”

      “It shut him up.” Nate sent her a superior look as he continued to feed the baby. “You can’t argue with the results.”

      “I can if he gets sick later,” she shot back. “I think that’s enough.”

      “Okay. One more.” He talked to the baby, explained this was the last bite, but he could have another bottle later. And Nate continued to talk to Jack after he lifted him to his shoulder, telling him about the storm and how Jack had to do his part to help them all have a good night under the trying circumstances.

      He talked until Jack fell asleep.

      “Good job.” She applauded. “Hopefully he’s out for a while.”

      “I guess it’s too much to hope he’s out for the night?”

      “Afraid so. Speaking of which, who gets him for the night? Are you ready to agree to my terms?”

      He sighed, the baby lifting and falling with the movement of his broad chest. “Trouble with a capital T.”

      She grinned at the resignation in his voice. “Just saying. Life will be so much easier with me around.”

      “Huk.”

      What kind of noise was that?

      “You okay?” She couldn’t tell if he was choking or trying not to laugh. Maybe a little of both?

      He reprimanded her with the flash of diamond-sharp eyes as he fought to get himself under control.

      “Witch. Lucky for me I don’t need to make a decision tonight.” He nodded at a couple of sleeping bags she hadn’t noticed before. “We’ll be sleeping together down here next to the fire.”