Bound by the Kincaid Baby / The Millionaire's Miracle: Bound by the Kincaid Baby / The Millionaire's Miracle

Carly was too smart to fall for the usual bought-without-a-thought generic bouquet or jewelry trinket. Lucky for him, his personal assistant, Marie, knew where to find the right ammo.

Mitch rounded the house with Carlos, the Kincaid Manor groundskeeper, and two large potted plants on hand trucks. Carly looked up from Rhett on his new riding toy. She said something and the kid looked Mitch’s way, then abandoned his wheels to scamper over.

The huge grin on the boy’s face hit Mitch in the solar plexus with memories of other grins, other kids who’d been happy to see him back in the days when he used to rush home from KCL in time for dinner instead of working until the cleaning crew ran him out of his office. Kids who’d moved from Miami to Los Angeles and out of reach when their father had been traded to a west coast basketball team.

“What’s up, little man?” He released the hand truck and extended a hand for a high five, but Rhett bypassed it and twined himself around Mitch’s pant leg and stuck like a thorny vine.

Carly followed at a slower pace. Today’s tracksuit matched the blue sky above. She’d shed the jacket, and her white tank top hugged the curve of her breasts. Her hair had been released from its usual ponytail to drape her bare shoulders, and a breeze lifted the strands away from her face. How had he never noticed that she didn’t wear earrings? Her lobes weren’t even pierced, and he found the naked, virgin flesh unusually alluring. Did he even know another woman who didn’t have at least one hole in each ear?

Carly nodded to Carlos as she joined them. “What are those?”

“Bud-something. To attract hummingbirds.” Odd how tight his throat was this afternoon. He patted the head bumping his thigh.