learn to live with that, for Lila.
Ashley rested her enormous handbag on her knee and bent over it, rummaging through the contents. Marcus tried to avert his eyes, but he couldnât. They were drawn to her cleavage the way a man roaming a desert is drawn to cool water. His breath caught in his throat. Her skin was a delicate wash of peach and pink, curving, dipping and swelling. A lock of her golden-blond hair fell from her shoulders, draping across her gorgeous display. His eyes clamped shut. He couldnât take another minute. Ashley was the thorn in his side, however much she might resemble the rose that grew alongside it.
The elevator dinged, the doors slid open and they came face-to-face with the only person to improve his mood reliablyâLila.
Lilaâs nanny, Catherine, was pushing her in the stroller. âMr. Chambers. I was about to take Lila out for a short walk before bed.â Catherineâs wide eyes were glued to Ashley. âMs. George. I loved last nightâs Manhattan Matchmaker .â
âPlease, call me Ashley. And it was just a rerun, wasnât it?â Ashley stepped out into the hall.
Catherine seemed as if she might burst from excitement. She was so taken with Ashley and her show. It was all she and his housekeeper, Martha, seemed to talk about, which drove Marcus crazy. He could see why people might be beguiled by her, but the show itself was silly. A ruse. True love. Soul mates. Fiction.
âBut I love that episode,â Catherine said. âIt was the one with the doctor and the woman who owns the bakery. Only you couldâve put those two people together. They totally fell in love.â
Ashley smiled. âThatâs very sweet of you to say. Thank you.â
Marcus held the elevator while Catherine pushed the stroller onboard and turned it around. Marcus leaned down to press a kiss to Lilaâs forehead, inhaling the sweet scent that came from her wispy blond hair. He rubbed his thumb across her rosy cheek. The smile and gurgle she gave him were salve for his soul. Without question, she was the most precious thing in his life, and she deserved so much more than he could give her on his own. Precisely the reason to avoid Ashley and find Lila a mum. âYou have fun, my darling. Daddy will read you a bedtime story when you come home.â He released the doors as Catherine waved goodbye.
âYour daughter is adorable. And very sweet. You know, thatâs only the second time Iâve seen her. I didnât even see her the night...â Ashley looked up at the ceiling for a moment. âYou know. The night we went out. Youâve done a good job of keeping her from me.â
I do a good job of keeping Lila from everyone. Protecting Lila was more than his charge. It was his strongest instinct. Sheâd been dealt a rotten hand in life, and it was his fault. Heâd chosen the wrong woman for a wife and when things got bad, heâd convinced her that having a baby would make everything better. He was the reason Lilaâs mother wasnât there for her.
âI believe you were about to give me your other phone numbers,â he said, changing the subject.
âIâll send you a text right now.â Ashley punched away at the keyboard. âThen youâll have my info.â
Marcusâs phone lit up with the other numbers. And a message. Iâm not evil. Just so you know.
âI never said you were evil, Ms. George.â
âPlease donât call me Ms. George. Weâve been on a date. It will make life much easier if we can drop the formalities.â
âVery little in life is easy, but if that will placate you, I will call you Ashley.â
Ashley narrowed her stare. For a moment, it was as if she was peering down into his soul, and he didnât like that feeling at all. âYouâre grumpy before your time, Chambers. And I donât get it, because you werenât like that when I first met you.