it had happened. “You called me Miss Cari. My name is Cari, with a C. I thought—”
“I called you Miss Kerry with a K.”
“Oh. Well, it was hard to know that at the time.”
“It was perfectly straightforward. You should have guessed.”
“I should have guessed? What about you? You acted like you were sure I was the one. I sort of just… followed along—like a dummy.” She frowned, remembering how she’d almost been in a trance. She could hardly believe that a man like this was the Randy she was waiting for. And it turned out she was right. She sighed plaintively.
“Oh, well. What’s done is done. Now we have to do our best to undo it.”
“Exactly.” He glanced down at the sleeping baby in her arms, then around the simple room. “Let’s get out of here.”
She looked down at the baby. “Are we taking him with us?”
“Well, we’re not going to leave him here.”
“No, I suppose not.” She bit her lip. This didn’t seem right, but she didn’t know what else they could do.
From the crib, she picked up a blanket and wrapped it around the baby while he picked up the diaper bag. Looking up, she sighed as her gaze traveled over the handsome man who’d brought her here. He was like a mythic figure, so tall and strong with matinee-idol looks. When something seemed too good to be true, you had to know it was likely to be so. Oh well, this had been interesting.
“So what is your name, anyway?” she asked as they looked around the apartment to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything.
“Max,” he said grimly. “Max Angeli.”
“And I’m Cari Christensen.”
He looked down at her and almost had to smile. She seemed to be able to maintain a sunny personality despite all odds against it. In contrast to what he was feeling himself, which was dour indeed. “You said that.”
“I thought you might not have caught it in the heat of the moment.”
He nodded, mouth twisting. “I wish you’d mentioned it while we were still at the club,” he said. “There you were waving at me with that damn red rose.”
“Oh!” She stopped and glared at him. “You’re not going to blame this whole catastrophe on me.”
He liked the fire in her eyes. She wasn’t his type and he would never have picked her out of a crowd, but there was something appealing about her just the same. He liked the liveliness of her reactions and he couldn’t resist teasing her a bit.
“Why not?” he said with a careless shrug. “If you’d been on your toes, this wouldn’t have happened. You made me stand up the woman I was supposed to be with. You may have killed that relationship.”
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