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In a split second, Kiernan McAllister went from looking relaxed and at ease with himself to a warrior ready to do battle! Stacy watched his face grow cold, remote, underscoring that sense of a solider being ready for whatever came next.
“What on earth?” she whispered, taking in his stance and his hardened facial features. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s time,” he said, his tone terse. “He’s awake.”
“Who’s awake?”
McAllister said nothing, his gaze on the phone, his brow furrowed in consternation. If he were a general, she had the feeling he would be checking his weapons, strapping on his armor, calling out his instructions to his soldiers.
“That isn’t a cell phone, is it?” Stacy asked slowly. McAllister was staring at it as if he was a tourist in some exotic place who had discovered a snake under his bed.
The squawking sound escalated, and McAllister took a deep breath, squared his shoulders.
“A phone?” he asked, his voice impatient. “What kind of person has a phone in the hot tub?”
In her career she had met dozens of men who she did not doubt took their phones everywhere with them, including into their hot tubs! Now, she could see clearly he would not be one of them.
“Cell phones don’t work up here. The mountains block the signal. I think it’s part of what I like about the place.” He frowned as if realizing he had told her something about himself he didn’t want to.
That he needed a break from the demands of his business. He was no doubt the kind of driven individual who would see some kind of failure in that.
But before she could contemplate that too long, the phone made that squawking sound again, louder.
“What is it then, if it’s not your phone?”
“It’s the monitor,” he said.
“The monitor,” she repeated.
“The baby monitor,” he said, as if she had not already guessed it.
She stared at it with him, listened to the squawking noises emitting from it. The monitor was small and state-of-the-art, it looked almost exactly like a cell phone.
But if was definitely a monitor, and there was definitely a baby on the other end of it!
BABY?
Stacy prided herself on the fact that she had arrived prepared! She knew everything there was to know about Kiernan McAllister.
And he did not have a baby!
McAllister folded his arms across the breadth of his naked chest and raised that dark slash of an eyebrow at her. “I told you, you were rescuing me, not the other way around.”
“Excuse me?” Stacy said, dazed by this turn of events.
“Your turn to ride to the rescue, though I must say, you haven’t exactly inspired confidence so far.” He reached out and turned down the volume on the monitor, inspecting her anew, like a general might inspect a newly enlisted person before sending them into battle.
His voice was hard-edged, and faintly amused as he regarded her, and she was struck again that, despite his words, he was the man least likely to need a rescue of any sort. Even if he did need one, he would never ask for it!
“I’m riding to your rescue?” Stacy asked, just to clarify.
It was a good thing he seemed to be being sarcastic, because it would be terrible to break it to him that she was the least likely person to count on for a rescue, her own life being ample evidence of that.
“Just like the cavalry,” he said, and cocked his head at her blank expression. “I’m stranded. The fort is under full attack. I have no bullets left. And in rides the cavalry.”
“Me?” she squeaked. “I’m the cavalry?”
He eyed her with doubt that appeared to mirror her own, then sighed again. “You are the nanny Adele insisted on sending, aren’t you?”
The nanny!
Stacy realized Caroline had not called and set something up for her. Far from it! A nanny. Kiernan McAllister was expecting a nanny! That’s who he would have sent a car through the snowy day for!
Fortunately, Stacy was saved from having to answer because he turned and held open the door of the bathroom for her.
“That way,” he said. “To the guest room. You can help me temporarily, until I get your car looked after.”
In a daze, she turned left and went down the hall ahead of McAllister.
His voice followed her, his tone mulling. “I thought he would sleep longer. He has barely slept since he got here. Who would have thought that one small baby could be so demanding? He doesn’t sleep. And he doesn’t want to eat. You know what he does?”