Billionaire Boss, Holiday Baby. Janice Maynard

began prowling again.

      The silence built until Dani couldn’t bear it anymore. “Are you Jewish?” she asked, blurting it out before realizing that was not the kind of question one asked a work colleague.

      He paused in his pacing to stare at her. “No. Where did that come from?”

      Dani shrugged. “No Christmas tree. No decorations.” It was a logical conclusion.

      “I live alone,” he said, his tone indicating a desire to shut the door on this particular line of conversation.

      “So do I,” Dani pointed out. “But I have a tree and other stuff. It makes the season fun.”

      “That’s a lot of work for only me to see. Can we change the subject?”

      “Sure.” Maybe Nathaniel was a certified Scrooge. The idea made her sad. But she couldn’t very well persist in the face of his disinclination to explain. His lack of December frivolity was well documented and would remain a mystery. “I am worried about one thing,” she said.

      “What’s that?”

      Nathaniel had finished his sandwich and now cradled his coffee cup between his big, long-fingered hands. Oops. No thinking about hands, Danielle.

      “Well,” she said slowly, hoping she wasn’t blushing. “I’m afraid this little one has slept so much during the evening she’ll be up all night. I’ve heard about babies who get their days and nights mixed up.”

      “I can get by on a few hours of sleep. I’ll take the night shift. You deserve some rest.” He stood up. “Let me show you the guest room. I guess you’ll need a different shirt to sleep in?”