“We’d better go. It’s getting dark.” Grant collected what contents of the bag remained, walked over to the stroller and brought it back to where Sara stood. She placed Lily in it and covered her. They started down the path in the direction from which they had come. “I appreciated your help. The diaper was quite brilliant.”
“Thanks.”
“You were an impressive emergency nurse.”
She chuckled. “I’ve not done much of that since I was in school.”
“I know what you mean. It’s a completely different animal from a sterile OR. We made a good team.”
She smiled. “We seem to be doing that rather often.”
What kind of team would they have made during their almost kiss? Something told him that it would have been more explosive than their practice one. Even now a keen feeling of disappointment filled him. He still wanted to kiss Sara. If he did he would be breaking his agreement to keep their relationship strictly business. Surely one real one wouldn’t matter? But would he be satisfied with that? He was afraid he might not be.
Did he dare take the chance?
CHAPTER FIVE
MONDAY AFTERNOON SARA was in Leon’s office with Lily in her arms. After introductions Leon indicated a chair in front of his desk. “Sara, have a seat.”
Grant remained standing near a large bookcase filled with legal volumes. He had a brooding look on his face. Wasn’t he happy? After all, this was his idea.
Leon pushed some papers toward her. “You’ll need to read these and sign them.”
Lily whimpered.
“Let me have her.” Grant stepped forward and gathered Lily into his arms. After their day together on Saturday he’d become much more adept at dealing with her.
Leon gave Grant an almost comical look. “Who are you?”
Grant glared back at him and started jiggling Lily. “Just see to Sara.”
She read through the legal documents then looked at Grant. “This is too generous.”
“No, it isn’t. I need you to do this.”
She’d seen that determined look before. He wouldn’t be changing his mind. She signed where indicated and pushed the papers back to Leon.
“You both know that this can’t look like a slipshod wedding,” Leon said as he placed the papers in a folder. “It has to appear like the real thing. It doesn’t have to be grand but it does have to be more than the justice of the peace.”
Sara glanced at Grant. He had a rather sick expression on his face that matched how she felt.
“It’ll need to take place soon because Lily’s custody hearing is at the end of the month.”
“Won’t the judge be concerned that we have only been married a short time?”
“I’m counting on him not asking the length of the marriage. He’ll be more concerned about there being a marriage and stable home.”
She and Grant left Leon’s office and were waiting for an elevator when Sara said, “I don’t think I can handle a baby, look for a house and organize a wedding all at the same time.”
Grant handed Lily back to her. “Don’t worry about it. I know just the person to take care of everything.”
* * *
That evening Sara answered her phone.
“This is Clarisse Smythe, Grant’s mother. Is now a good time to talk?”
Panic stirred in Sara. What was Grant’s mother doing, calling her? Probably to lambast her for marrying her son for money.
“Yes, it is. Lily is asleep.”
“Lily. Brett’s offspring.” The words were as bitter as the wind blowing in Antarctica in the winter. “Why Grant wants... But that’s not what I’m calling about. Grant says you two are getting married. He’s asked me to take care of the wedding. What size are you?”
“Size?”
“You’ll need a dress, won’t you?”
“I guess so.” Sara didn’t sound too confident even to her own ears. “I’m a six.”
“Do you have a preference?”
“I guess not. Something simple, I think.”
“That’s what Grant said as well. Shoe size?” The woman was demanding.
Sara told her. This conversation was growing more uncomfortable.
“Do you have anyone in mind for a maid of honor?”
“I hadn’t thought about it. I guess I could ask Kim.”