into his mind and settled in, Adam examined it from every angle. Okay. It could work. If it didn’t blow up in his face, first.
“Who are you thinking about?”
He looked at Kevin. “Sienna.”
Kevin’s mouth dropped open. “You want Devon’s ex-wife to take care of Devon’s kid with someone else.”
Frowning, Adam murmured, “It didn’t sound that bad in my head.”
“Well it should have. Adam, she left Devon because he didn’t want kids.”
He waved that aside. “That’s only one of the reasons.”
“Exactly.” Kevin stood up and faced his friend. “Devon was an ass to her and now you want to continue the Quinn family tradition?”
“This will be a straight-up business arrangement.”
“Oh well, that’s different then.”
Ignoring the sarcasm, Adam stalked across the room to the wide window that overlooked the sea. Kevin was right, but that didn’t matter because Adam couldn’t think of anyone else but Sienna.
One part of his mind took in the scene before him, the impossibly small boat, red sails billowing in the wind. A pod of dolphins leaping from the water like ballet dancers. Surfers riding waves toward shore. But while he could enjoy the view, most of his brain was talking himself into his best chance. “She’s the only one I know who could do this.”
“Maybe, but why should she?” The argument was a good one and they both knew it. Kevin walked over to stand beside him. “When she divorced Devon, she didn’t want his money. What makes you think she’ll take yours?”
Adam looked at his oldest friend. “Because I won’t give her a choice.”
* * *
Sienna West gently tucked the newborn’s arms beneath its chest, turned that perfect little face toward her, then stepped back and took the shot. The lighting was perfect. The pale, lemon yellow blanket beneath the baby highlighted the tiny girl’s copper skin tone and the yellow-and-white daisies scattered around and across the impossibly small, naked body gave an almost fairy-like impression.
Sienna took a few more shots in rapid succession, then her assistant, Terri, stepped in to gently lay a daisy against the baby girl’s ear. More clicks of the digital camera and finally Sienna sat back and smiled. She checked the screen on her camera and felt that familiar flush of accomplishment. They’d already been at it for half an hour while the baby quietly slept through prop changes, hair brushing and lighting changes. This couldn’t last forever. Quickly, she scrolled through the shots, seeing ones she liked, ones she would edit and others she would delete.
Glancing up at the proud parents hovering close by, she said, “I think that’s got it.”
“They’re going to be beautiful,” the young mom said, hurrying in to scoop up her daughter and hold her close.
“Hard to be anything else,” Sienna assured her. “She’s a gorgeous baby.”
“She is, isn’t she?” the baby’s father mused, reaching out to run one finger along his daughter’s cheek.
Quickly, Sienna lifted her camera and took several shots of the family, connected, touching, sharing a moment they weren’t even aware that they’d created. The tenderness of the young mother. The protective stance and gentle touch of the father and the sleeping baby nestled close. Checking her camera screen, Sienna smiled to herself. Since they hadn’t asked for a family print, this would be a gift from her. And, with their permission, she’d showcase it on her website, as well.
Standing up, she said, “In about a week, I’ll have some proofs to show you. Terri will give you the sign-in code for the website. Then all you have to do is decide which ones you want.”
Kissing her baby tenderly, the mother laughed a little. “That’s going to be the hard part, isn’t it?”
“Usually, yes.” Terri spoke up and began to herd the family from the room. “If you’ll come with me, you can get Kenzie dressed and I’ll get that code for you.”
Sienna watched them go, then turned to her equipment. Terri was good with the clients. As the mother of four and grandmother of six, she knew her way around babies. Plus, she had a calming touch with nervous parents and jittery kids. Hiring her had been the best move Sienna had ever made.
She took the memory card from the camera, inserted it into the computer and opened a new folder for the Johnson family. Once the images were done loading, she flipped through them with a critical eye, deleting those that didn’t meet her expectations and marking those that would be the winners.
Already, she loved the last-minute shots she’d taken of the family as a whole. It said something to her. The love in the mother’s eyes. The trusting curl of the baby’s body against her mother’s chest. The protective gleam in the father’s eyes and the visual element of his much bigger hand against his tiny daughter’s cheek.
Sienna’s heart gave a hard squeeze. Once upon a time, she’d dreamed of having kids herself. Of building a family with a man she loved, who would look at her and see everything in the world he wanted. She’d made a grab at the brass ring a few years ago—only to discover that she hadn’t really caught it at all. Instead, she’d been grabbing at fog. Wisps of dreams that in the light of day lost all cohesion.
Devon Quinn had been both the dream and the nightmare. So handsome. So charming, with a wicked smile and a twinkle in his eyes that promised adventure and love. But she’d only seen what she’d wanted to see and it hadn’t taken her long to figure out that marrying Devon had been the biggest mistake of her life. Now Sienna was divorced, with a struggling business taking pictures of children that weren’t hers.
“Wow.” Shaking her head, she ordered, “Snap out of it, Sienna.”
She usually didn’t wallow. Sienna was a firm believer in letting the past go and concentrating on the now. She didn’t spend much time remembering Devon or the marriage that had been such a disappointment.
“Sienna?”
She looked up at Terri. “The Johnsons have a question?”
“No,” the older woman said. “They paid and left. But someone else is here to see you.”
Terri didn’t look happy about it, either. Which only made Sienna wonder who could have put the uneasy look on her friend’s face. “Who is it?”
“Me.”
Terri jumped when the deep voice sounded out from right behind her. Sienna’s gaze was locked on the man standing behind her assistant as she stood up slowly. Even if she hadn’t seen him, she would have known that voice. Though she hadn’t heard it in two years, she’d have recognized it anywhere. That voice was not just deep, it carried the ring of power, letting everyone know that the man speaking was used to being heard and obeyed.
Which just didn’t fly with Sienna.
Still, her gaze locked with his and a rush of heat filled her stomach, swirled around for a heartbeat or two, then rose up in her chest.
Adam Quinn.
Her ex-brother-in-law. Funny, looking at Adam now, she could see the family resemblance between him and Devon. But she could see so much more than she once had. For example, Adam’s chocolate eyes met hers squarely. They didn’t shift around the room as Devon’s had, as if he were looking for someone more interesting to talk to.
Adam’s mouth was firm, and some would say grim, but Devon’s smile, she’d discovered, was used to disarm, deceive. Adam’s hair lacked the wave of Devon’s, but somehow the expert, somewhat shaggy cut suited him. Devon had boasted a dark tan, which had come from so much time spent playing on lakes or ski slopes while Adam’s skin was paler, letting her know that he was still more focused on his business than in entertaining himself.
He