Barbara Freethy - Some Kind Of Wonderful Read Free Page B

concentrate, couldn't focus. Sarah? How could it be? He
remembered the eerie sensation he'd felt walking up to the apartment
building, as if someone was watching him. And the phone call, the
woman's voice . . . had it been
Sarah? My God! Had she actually been standing
outside his apartment?

Matt strode across the room, thrust the baby into Caitlyn's arms, then
dashed out the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Caitlyn cried. "You can't leave me with
your baby"
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"You can't leave me with your baby," Caitlyn repeated helplessly, but
Matt was gone, and she was
alone. She took in a deep breath and let it
out, glancing down at the baby's cherubic face. "Well, this is
something, isn't it? What are we going to do now?"

The baby smiled up at her, and Caitlyn felt her heart melt at its sweet
innocence. A tightness came into her chest, making it difficult to
breathe. This baby, this darling baby, reminded her of everything she'd
ever wanted, and it was suddenly too much for her.

"Oh, God," she whispered. "You have to go home."

The baby squinted, her little mouth turning down into a pout just
before she let out a wail.

"Okay, maybe not yet," Caitlyn said quickly. She put the baby up on her
shoulder and patted her back, bouncing her up and down until she heard
a small satisfying burp. Then all was quiet. She lowered the baby into
the cradle of her arms and walked over to the couch to retrieve the
blanket. By the time she wrapped the child up in a tight
cocoon, the baby had drifted off to sleep. Setting her back in the car
seat, Caitlyn picked up the piece of paper and reread the note that had
sent Matt rushing out the door. The words were scrawled in a shaky
hand, the ink not fully completing each letter.
    Matt,

I can't believe I've found you
again. When I read your name in the
newspaper, I knew it was
a sign. Please take care of Emily. I have no
one else to ask, and I'm desperate. I'll call soon.

Sarah
Sarah. Caitlyn sat down on the floor next to the sleeping Emily and
leaned against the couch. Who was Sarah? An old girlfriend, an
ex-lover? Matt had taken off in such a hurry. She'd never seen the
blood drain out of anyone's face quite so quickly.

Matt must have loved this woman once. He'd looked stricken at the sound
of her name, shocked to the cote., ft appeared that maybe Matt was the
baby's father.

Caitlyn stood up and walked around in an aimless circle, wondering what
she was supposed to do now. When was Matt coming back? She deserved an
explanation. It was after midnight, and she was now babysitting for z
man she'd met twenty minutes ago!

He certainly wasn't what she had expected when she'd heard a
newspaperman was moving in across the hall. She'd pictured someone
older, with glasses and a serious expression, wearing loose suits and
ties
that didn't match. She certainly hadn't expected a sexy hunk of a
man in tight-ass black jeans and a leather jacket. He looked like
someone who'd be more comfortable out of an office, maybe on the back
of a Harley or in a smoky nightclub someplace where men drank Scotch
and no one asked for last names.

Caitlyn shook her head in derision at her own wild imaginings. Her
curiosity and overly active imagination had gotten her into trouble
plenty of times before. But she couldn't seem to stop herself. Dreaming
and drawing were as vital to her as eating and breathing.

Instinctively, she reached for the sketch pad on the table, and within
seconds, her fingers flying over the page, she had sketched the face of
Matt Winters. She studied it for a second, tilting her head in critical
analysis. No, it wasn't quite right. His jaw was strong and square, his
features more ragged. His wasn't a traditionally handsome face, but
rather an interesting one, with the lines of life etched in his
forehead and around the corners of his eyes. And those eyes, a deep,
rich brown that reminded her of semisweet chocolate. But whoever had
said the eyes were the window to the soul hadn't met this man, for
Matt's