Sweet on You (The Wilde Sisters #1) Read Free Page A

everyone else in the room. Brian was right. Babies were a total chick magnet.
    “This,” Trent said as he reached down to unbuckle his goddaughter, “is Faith.” He scooped up the tiny baby, held her to his chest and kissed her sweet-smelling, downy hair. Maybe he was scum, using Faith as a ploy to weaken Rayne, but it seemed to work.
    “Oh, she’s beautiful,” Rayne cooed.
    “Would you like to hold her?”
    “Can I?” she questioned, her gaze darting from Trent to Brian.
    “Sure.” The hand-off was exactly as he hoped. Rayne’s fingers caressed his arms as she reached under the little bundle and scooped the baby to her chest. Okay, so maybe she didn’t caress his arms, but the touch felt close, nonetheless. And electrifying.
    Brian and Trent stood mesmerized by the sight. Perfection.
    “Excuse me, Rayne?” the receptionist called from behind the front desk.
    “What’s up, Sarah?” Rayne looked at the receptionist and continued to stroke the baby’s head, rubbing her cheek against Faith’s soft hair.
    “Your seven-thirty private lesson cancelled. Seems Ms. McIntyre is down with the flu.”
    “Oh, that’s too bad. I guess I’ll do some paperwork until my nine o’clock class starts.” She returned her full attention to Faith.
    Brian cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh, Kip, did you get my message? I got called in to work. Think you can watch the baby for a couple hours?” Brian smirked, looking from Rayne—who was oblivious to the world around her except for the baby in her arms—to Trent. And just like that Brian made it back to Best Friend status.
    “Sure. Take your time. Faith and I will go for a walk around the Back Cove.” He waited for Rayne to say something, but she was too caught up with the baby magic. He’d have to try harder. Trent caught Brian’s gaze, then nodded to the door. When Brian left, Trent turned back to Rayne. “Since, ah, you’re off, want to go for a walk with us?”
    “What?” Rayne lifted her chocolate eyes to him and his knees nearly buckled. Damn. Zumba was turning him into a freakin’ girl.
    “I’m on babysitting duty for a few hours. Feel like going for a morning stroll around the cove before your next class? Unless you have a lot of work to do…”
    “Oh! I’d love to. Can I push the stroller?”
    Laughing, Trent took Faith from Rayne’s arms and strapped the baby back in her carriage. “Sure.”
    “Great. Let me clear a few things here first.”
    He waited in the lobby area while she talked quietly with Sarah at the front desk and then she jogged over to him wearing the biggest, sexiest smile he’d seen in ages.
    “Move over, papa. This mama bear wants a turn.” She elbowed him away from the stroller and pushed it as if she did this every day.
    “I never thought to ask…do you have any kids?” Damn if he’d tangle himself with a single mother looking for a stand-in father. Trent held the door open as she followed the stroller outside into the warm June morning air.
    “Me? No. I do want a big family someday. Lots and lots of kids. I love them.”
    Too bad. “I can tell.” He’d rather know up front what the woman’s expectations were. It made things less complicated later on. Knowing she’d be the type, Trent tucked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and sighed in disappointment.
    “You’re pretty good with babies.” Her cute dimple and infectious giggle perked him up—the upper and lower extremities.
    “And you know this how?” He laughed.
    “You’re a natural. A woman can always tell when a man is nervous around kids. It’s obvious how much you love Faith.”
    “She’s the best. I’d never been around babies before, hell, any-aged kid, but Faith makes it easy.” And not being responsible for her welfare and happiness helped his aversion to having kids. He could be the loving uncle, but would never have a child of his own. He came from bad blood. Bad genes. And refused to pass them on to someone else.
    Rayne stopped