Married For The Boss's Baby. Susan Carlisle

watched them go. It was the perfect maternal picture. They could be mother and daughter.

      As in Lily’s mother.

      A wife.

      Sara had said she was being evicted. If he offered her a place to live, would she consider marrying him as a business deal? Kill two birds with one stone? The idea was too crazy. But Leon had said that he needed to be married if he stood a chance of keeping Lily. Desperate people did crazy things. What would he lose by asking her? The most she could do was slap his face and quit.

      He’d have to give the idea some thought.

      * * *

      Sara washed the bottle she’d used to feed Lily. It was hard to believe she’d been working with Lily and living with Grant for almost a week. Soon she would be on her way. She and her father would rent a trailer on Saturday and move their belongings to a cheap hotel down the road from the apartment complex and then spend what was left of the day looking for another place to live. It made her tired just thinking about what was ahead.

      Grant would have to take care of Lily or find someone else to for the day. That wasn’t her worry. She needed some time away from Lily anyway. Maybe all the packing she had to do would take her mind off how much she enjoyed being a mother to the baby.

      The outside kitchen door was unlocked and to her astonishment Grant walked in. He carried two bags of Chinese food. Other than the meal they’d shared at the café, he’d shown little indication that she and Lily existed.

      He placed the bags on the table. “I thought you might like some takeout.”

      It was thoughtful of him and totally out of character from what she’d seen. “I like Chinese.”

      “Great.”

      She put Lily in the windup swing nearby. “I’ll get us something to drink. Is tea okay?”

      “Sure.”

      Grant had pulled white cardboard boxes out of the bags and placed them on the table by the time she returned with their glasses.