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gentle motion he assumed was for the baby’s benefit.
    “Some things are better said in person. And I didn’t think you would appreciate your secretary being privy to your personal business.”
    At that, his brows drew together and he dragged his attention from the folder on the desk in front of him to her glittering gaze.
    “I’m sorry, but I’ve never seen or heard of you before. What kind of personal business could you possibly have with me?” He nearly scoffed, wondering if this woman might be slightly unhinged. Maybe she’d convinced herself she was yet another long-lost Jarrod heir. Or maybe she’d seen one too many photographs of him in the local and national tabloids, and had convinced herself that she was one of his many feminine conquests.
    He was debating the wisdom of getting up to open the double doors again, and possibly even buzzing for hotel security, when she switched the baby from one hip to the other and began to round his desk again—in the opposite direction this time—with slow, determined steps.
    “You’re right, you don’t know me. We’ve never met. But a year ago, you met my sister, and from what I’ve heard, the two of you had a heck of a good time.”
    She stopped in front of him, towering over him in a manner he definitely didn’t appreciate. He sat back, prepared to launch to his feet and stare her down, if necessary, but her next words glued him in place.
    “And maybe if you returned a phone call once in a while, it wouldn’t have taken me two months to track you down and introduce you to your son.”
    With that, she plopped the baby unceremoniously on his lap before leaning back to cross her arms beneath her breasts and look down at him with what could only be described as a satisfied smirk.

    Two
    Haylie really shouldn’t have taken so much pleasure in Trevor Jarrod’s shocked reaction to her pronouncement, but she did. His eyes flashed wide, his mouth dropped open like a guppy’s and his hands on either side of Bradley’s pudgy little body made him look as if he were juggling a ticking time bomb instead of a four-month-old infant.
    She had to give Trevor credit, though. The minute she’d plopped Bradley on his lap and stepped away, Trevor’s arms had come up to balance the child on his lap and keep the baby from toppling over.
    After a few seconds of dead silence, Trevor seemed to regain a bit of his equilibrium. Snapping his mouth shut, he licked his lips and pushed to his feet, holding Bradley out in front of him. Apparently sensing Trevor’s discomfort and nerves, the baby’s legs started to kick and his face started to scrunch up and turn red.
    Haylie stepped forward immediately and took the baby back, her pseudo-maternal instincts kicking in at the first sign of Bradley’s distress. Cradling him against her chest, she patted his back and bounced gently up and down. In seconds, he was once again calm and content.
    Trevor, however, looked anything but. His face had fallen into a hard, angry mask, his mouth thinning into a tight, flat line.
    “I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing,” he told her, his tone as cold as his coffee-brown eyes, “but I’m not amused. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave before I’m forced to call security.”
    He was already moving around his desk and toward the double oak doors, so he didn’t see her roll her eyes at his overly dramatic he-man speech.
    He certainly wasn’t going to need security to get rid of her. She would be more than happy to leave under her own steam.
    In fact, if she didn’t feel so strongly that a man deserved to know he was a father, and that a child deserved to know his only remaining parent, she wouldn’t be in Aspen at all. She would be back home in Denver, minding her own business and doing her best to raise her nephew.
    Not for the first time, Haylie cursed her sister’s carefree, irresponsible nature. It had been Heather’s place to find Trevor after their