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.“We just need to spend a few minutes here and then we’ll get you home for your nap.” But the more she tried to soothe him, the more Mason fussed in her arms.“Everything okay out there?”She looked up at the dark-haired man who had stepped out of the boathouse…and literally lost her breath.Dylan Sullivan was a million times better looking in person than he’d been online.And he’d been pretty amazing looking on her computer screen.She’d wondered what a boat builder’s uniform was, and now she knew: T-shirt, worn blue jeans, and heavy work boots.The dark hair beneath his ball cap was a little too long and just unruly enough to make a girl want to drop everything to run her hands through it.But given that she had taught herself to be fairly immune to good-looking men, his movie-star looks alone wouldn’t have been enough to send her breath whooshing from her lungs.It was the concern in his eyes as he took in Mason’s distress that completely undid her.“Everything is fine, thanks.”Mason turned to look up at her, then, and even though he couldn’t yet speak, she could clearly read his mind.I am not fine! Her son followed up his silent message with a far less silent one that echoed off the surface of the water in a shockingly loud way.“Mason, sweet boy, everything’s okay,” she said again as she rocked and murmured, kissed and bounced, trying anything she could to shift him out of his crying jag.Dylan had walked several paces closer by this time, which only made her more flustered.“I just fed him before we came here, so he shouldn’t be hungry.And,” she added as she gave Mason a soft pat on his bottom to check the state of his diaper, “he’s dry and clean.”“Does he want his toy back?”She hadn’t noticed Dylan picking up the plastic rattle from the dock.When he held it out, she realized she’d never seen a man like him—so big and rugged and over-the-top gorgeous—holding a baby toy before.It did funny things to her stomach, sending it into flips and spins.Miraculously, Mason stopped crying as he looked at Dylan.And then, suddenly, her son twisted in her arms and reached out.She assumed he was trying to grab the toy, but when he batted it away again, it became clear that he was really reaching for Dylan.Her heart stopped in her chest.Actually just quit beating for a moment.Mason had never reached for anyone but her.But one look at this beautiful stranger and he was instinctively reaching out to be held?Must run in our family.Wait.No.That was crazy.She didn’t want to reach for Dylan.Didn’t want the gorgeous sailboat maker to pull her into his arms, hold her, and never let go.She was just tired and stressed and overwhelmed because she hadn’t had anyone else to lean on in so long.Plus, it didn’t help that just that morning she’d read an article online about her ex—a high-profile man from D.C.—having fertility problems with his wife.Because now Grace was more desperate than ever for Dylan’s cooperation with the magazine story she was hoping to write about him.It had been a year and a half since she’d made her initial pitch to Sailing Magazine about a piece on the heart of a sailor, inspired by her first and only sail.She hadn’t yet realized she was pregnant, and she hadn’t been dumped yet, either.Her pitch had been good enough that the editor had actually seemed upset when he’d told her they didn’t have the budget for the story.Fast forward to a week ago, when she’d been beyond shocked to see the email from the magazine’s editor-in-chief telling her they hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her story idea and had finally pulled together the budget for it.The money they had offered her for the article, along with the promise that it would be a cover story, had blown her mind.Both couldn’t have come at a better time, considering how little there was in her bank account now that she lived in such an expensive part of the country.She couldn’t believe her luck—at least until the editor had told her his one big requirement for the story: Dylan Sullivan had to agree not only to be the main subject…but the cover boy as well [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]