then shrugged, obviously deciding she’d been wrong. His diaper was clean and it looked expertly pinned. She must have been mistaken.
Scott sat watching, not saying a word. After all, two could play the teasing game.
Cathy looked at him suspiciously. There was something about that twinkle in his eyes ...
“Everything okay upstairs?” he asked, all innocence.
She sat down, Beanie in her lap. “Yes. Beth is singing to them.”
He nodded, watching her. “How many of ‘them’ are there, exactly?”
She stared at him. “You don’t know?” she asked at last.
He was confused. “Know what?”
Beth had appeared on the landing. Cathy looked up, then set Beanie on his little bowed legs and called, “Beth, would you please take Beanie with you? You two can watch TV in my bedroom; okay?”
Scott could tell she wanted to get the children out of the way so that they could talk frankly, so he waited with her while Beanie negotiated the stairs and disappeared from sight with Beth.
As soon as they were gone, Cathy rose from her chair and came over to sit beside him on the couch.
He smiled. Things were looking up.
She brought a scent with her, a mixture of orange blossoms and soap. It washed over him as she sat down, turning her head so that her hair whipped past his face. He almost reached out and touched it.
She was close now and looking at him conspiratorially, but all he could think of was how pink and full her lips were, how smooth and creamy her skin was. Her arms were bare like her legs. He wanted to touch her, make sure she was real. But when his gaze finally rose to meet hers, he had all the proof he needed.
The blue eyes chilled the air between them in a hurry. “Finished?” she snapped.
“Are you serious?” he responded without missing a beat, his dark eyes laughing at her. He put an arm across the back of the couch and she very deliberately turned to keep herself well away from it.
She sighed, looking at his handsome face. She couldn’t deny to herself that his scrutiny was exciting, that she had felt a seductive shiver as his gaze had lingered here and there. But she wasn’t about to admit it to him.
“I didn’t get rid of the children so that we could fool around,” she told him evenly. “If I’ve given you the wrong impression, I’m sorry. I didn’t want them to hear some of the things I’m going to ask you. And believe me, those things have nothing to do with your love life.”
“Darn,” he said faintly, but he waited for her to go on.
“How much,” she said, watching his reaction intently, “do you know about April Meadows?”
The name didn’t ring a bell. “Who?”
Her shoulders sagged. “You mean you don’t know her at all? She’s your neighbor. She lives in this house.” She frowned. “I can’t believe you didn’t know her. After all, you got to know me quickly enough.”
Scott was becoming more and more confused. “Wait a minute. Who is this April Meadows? There’s been a brunette living here for about a year.”
Cathy nodded. “That’s her.”
“But we never did more than nod and say hello.”
Cathy made a face of disbelief, putting Scott on the defensive.
“She wasn’t my type,” he protested.
Their eyes met and the question hung between them almost involuntarily.
Am I your type ?
Scott grinned and answered it, though it had not been stated aloud.
“Absolutely,” he said.
Cathy flushed and tried to hold back the smile that was rising in her.
“We’re getting off the subject,” she said tartly, as much to hold herself in check as to hold him. “The fact is, this is April Meadows’s house, and those three babies upstairs are hers, too. I don’t really live here. But she’s gone. And I’m trying to find her.” She waited a moment to let that sink in.
“You mean those three little babies were abandoned by their mother?” Despite