Obviously controlling his anger, he looked at the ceiling then back at her. "If I spend two weeks with you and the baby you won"t contest shared custody," he said, repeating what he believed to be their arrangement.

"If by the end of those two weeks I believe you"ll be good to Sarah."

Sarah had stopped sucking. Grace glanced down to see the baby had fallen asleep in her arms. "If you wish, we can have our lawyers draw up papers."

"Oh, I will have my lawyer write an agreement."

"Great. Once we get it signed we can start."

"You"ll have it tonight. Do you have an e-mail address?"

"Yes."

"Watch your computer. You"ll have the agreement before you go to bed. You can e-mail me directions to your house and I"ll be there tomorrow."

CHAPTER FIVE.

WHEN GRACE received Danny"s e-mail with their agreement as an attachment, she realized that no matter how simple and straightforward, she couldn"t sign any legal doc.u.ment without the advice of counsel. She replied saying she wanted her own lawyer to review the agreement before she signed it, expecting him to be angry at the delay. Instead he was surprisingly accommodating of her request.

She spoke with a lawyer Monday morning, who gave her the go-ahead to sign, and e-mailed Danny that she had executed the agreement and he could sign it that evening when he arrived at her house.

Busy at work, she didn"t give Danny or the agreement another thought until she walked into the foyer of her little bungalow and saw something she hadn"t considered.

The downstairs of her house had an open floor plan. Pale orange ceramic tile ran from the foyer to the back door. An oatmeal-colored Berber area rug sat beneath the burnt-orange tweed sofa and the matching love seat, delineating that s.p.a.ce. Similarly the tan, brown and black print rug beneath the oak table and chairs marked off the dining area. A black-and-tan granite-topped breakfast bar separated the living room from the kitchen, but because there were no cabinets above it, people in the kitchen were clearly visible from any point downstairs.

Grace wasn"t afraid that Danny wouldn"t like her home. She didn"t give a d.a.m.n if he liked it or not. What troubled her was that with the exception of the two bedrooms, both upstairs, there was nowhere to hide. Anytime they were downstairs they would technically be together.

"Well, Sarah," she said, sliding the baby out of her carrier seat and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. In her yellow one-piece outfit, Sarah looked like a ray of sunshine. "I guess it"s too late to worry about that now."

As the words came out of her mouth, the doorbell rang, and Grace winced. If that was Danny, it really was too late to worry about the close quarters of her house now.

Angling the baby on her hip, Grace walked to the door and opened it. Danny stood on her small porch, holding a garment bag, with a duffel bag sitting beside his feet. Dressed in jeans and a loose-fitting sport shirt, he looked comfortable and relaxed, reminding her of their time together at his beach house.

A sudden avalanche of emotion overtook her. She had really fallen hard for him that weekend. Not just because he was s.e.xy, though he was. He had an air of power and strength that-combined with his shiny black hair, piercing black eyes and fabulous body-made him one of the s.e.xiest men Grace had ever met. Staring into his eyes, she remembered the way he made love to her. She remembered their pillow talk and their one phone conversation. He had definitely felt something for her that weekend, too, but in the one short week he was out of town he"d lost it. He hadn"t believed her when she told him she was pregnant. He"d kicked her out of his office. And now they were here. Fighting over custody of a baby he hadn"t wanted.

"This house doesn"t look big enough for two people, let alone three."

"It"s got more s.p.a.ce than you think," Grace said, opening the door a little wider so he could enter, as she reminded herself she had to do this because she couldn"t beat him in court. "It looks like a ranch, but it isn"t. There are two bedrooms upstairs."

"Yeah, they"re probably no bigger than closets."

Grace told herself she could do this. She"d dealt with grouchy Danny every time she"d spoken to him-except for that one weekend. The person she"d met that weekend was more likely the exception and grouchy Danny was the rule. She wasn"t about to let their two weeks begin with her apologizing.

Ignoring his closet comment, she said, "Let"s take your bags upstairs and get them out of the way."

Grace turned and began walking up the steps, and, following after her, Danny got a flashback of following her up the steps of his beach house. It intensified when he glanced down at the steps to avoid looking at her shapely legs. The memory was so clear it made him dizzy, as if he were stepping back in time.

But he wasn"t. They were here and now, fifteen months later. She"d had his child. She might have done it without him, but ultimately she"d brought the baby to him. And why not? As far as Grace knew little Sarah could inherit a fortune-even before Danny was dead if she became the CEO of Carson Services when Danny retired.

He didn"t want even a portion of the family fortune to go to an opportunist, but his threat of taking Grace to court to get full custody had been empty. An attempt to pressure her into giving him their daughter. Then Grace had come up with a compromise and to Danny"s surprise it really did suit him. He could train Sarah without paying off her mother.

Plus, he no longer had the worry that a custody battle gave her reason to dig into his past.

All he had to do was spend two weeks with Grace, a woman who he believed tricked him.

At the top of the steps, Grace turned to the right, opened a door, and stepped back so he could enter the room. To his surprise, Grace was correct, the bedroom was more s.p.a.cious than he"d thought from the outward appearance of the house. Even with a double bed in the center of the room, a knotty pine armoire and dresser, and a small desk in the corner, there was plenty of s.p.a.ce to walk.

He hesitantly said, "This is nice."

"We have to share the bathroom."

He faced her. She"d taken a few steps into the room, as if wanting to be available to answer questions, but not exactly thrilled to be in the same room with him. Especially not a bedroom.

Her soft voice triggered another batch of beach house memories. Grace telling him to promote someone else. Grace looking like an angel in front of the upstairs widows. Grace ready to accept his kiss...

He shoved the memories out of his brain, reminding himself that woman probably didn"t exist. "I"ll keep my things in a shaving kit. I won"t take up any room."

She turned away from him with a shrug. Walking to the door, she said, "It doesn"t matter one way or the other to me."

He couldn"t tell if she intended to insult him or prove to him that his being there had no meaning to her beyond their reaching an accord about custody, but the indifference he heard in her voice was just fine with him. He didn"t want to be involved with her any more than she wanted to be involved with him.

Which should make for a fabulous two weeks.

He tossed his duffel bag on the bed and walked the garment bag to the closet before going downstairs. At the bottom of the steps, he realized that the entire first floor of the house was open. He could see Grace puttering in the compact kitchen and Sarah swinging contentedly in the baby swing sitting in the s.p.a.ce between the dining area and living room.

Walking to the kitchen, he said, "Anything I can help you with?"

"You"re here for Sarah. So why don"t you amuse her, while I make dinner?"

"Okay." Her cool tone of voice didn"t affect him because she was correct. He was here for Sarah. Not for Grace. Not to make small talk or plans or, G.o.d forbid, even to become friendly.

He glanced at the cooing baby. A trip to the department store that morning to arrange for baby furniture to be delivered to his house had shown him just how behind the times he had become in the nine years that had pa.s.sed since Cory was a baby. Playpens were now play yards. Car seats had become downright challenging. He didn"t have to be a genius to know that if the equipment had changed, so had the rules. He wouldn"t do anything with Sarah without asking.

"Should I take her out of the seat?"

Pulling a salad bowl from a cabinet, Grace said, "Not when she"s happy. Just sit on the floor in front of her and chat."

Chat. With a baby. He"d tried that the day Grace brought Sarah to his house and hadn"t known what to say. Obviously he had to think of something to talk about other than investing. But he wasn"t sitting on the floor. After a quick look around, he grabbed one of the oak ladder-back chairs from the table in the dining room section and set it in front of the swing.

"Hey, Sarah."

She pulled the blue plastic teething ring from her mouth and cooed at him. He smiled and settled more comfortably on the chair as he studied her, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came. She gurgled contently as she waved her arms, sending the scent of baby powder through the air to his nose. That brought a burst of memories of Cory.

He"d been so proud of that kid. So smitten. So enamored with the fun of having a baby that he"d thought his life was perfect. Then Cory had shown artistic ability and Lydia wanted to send him to special school. Danny had thought she was jumping the gun, making a decision that didn"t need to be made until Cory was older.

Taking a breath, Danny forced himself back to the present. He had to stop thinking of Cory. He had to focus on Sarah. He had to create an amicable relationship so their time together would be happy and not a horrible strain.

Then he noticed that the one-piece yellow thing she wore made her hair appear reddish brown. "I think somebody"s going to be a redhead."

The baby gooed. Danny smiled. Curious, he turned toward the kitchen. "My parents are French and English. So I don"t think the red hair comes from my side of the family. How about yours?"

Grace grudgingly said, "Both of my parents are Scottish."

"Well, that explains it."

Danny"s comment fell on total silence. Though he was here for Sarah, he and Grace had two long weeks to spend together. He might not want to be her friend, but he didn"t want to be miserable, either. Studying Grace as she ripped lettuce and tossed it into a bowl, he swore he could see waves of anger emanate from her. It might have been her idea to share custody, but she clearly didn"t want to spend two weeks with him any more than he wanted to spend two weeks with her. He"d forced her hand with the threat of taking her baby away.

Taking her baby away.

He hadn"t really looked at what he was doing from her perspective and suddenly realized how selfish he must seem to her.

"Had I gone for full custody, I wouldn"t have shut you out of her life completely."

"No, but you would have demanded that she live with you and I"d be the one with visitation."

She walked over to him and displayed a plate with two steaks. "I"m going to the back deck to the grill." She waited a heartbeat, then said, "You"re not afraid to be alone with her, are you?"

As if any man would ever admit to being afraid of anything. "No. But I"m guessing you"re a better choice to stay inside with her, which means I should grill the steaks."

"Great." She handed him the plate. "I"ll finish the salad."

She pivoted and returned to the kitchen without waiting for his reply. Danny rose from his seat and walked out to the deck. He agreed with her nonconversation policy. There was no point in talking. She didn"t like him. And, well, frankly, he didn"t like her.

He dropped the plate of steaks on a small table and set the temperature on the grill. Still, whether he agreed with her or not, not talking guaranteed that the next two weeks would be two of the longest of his life. Torture really. Maybe payback for his not believing her? He slapped the steaks on the grill rack.

That was probably it. Payback. But what Grace didn"t realize was that the way she treated him was also proof that she wasn"t the sweet innocent she"d pretended to be.

He almost laughed. What a mess. All because he couldn"t keep his hands off a woman. He"d never make that mistake again.

He closed the lid and looked out over the expanse of backyard. Grace didn"t have a huge s.p.a.ce but what she had was well tended. Her bungalow was neat and clean, newly remodeled. Her yard was well kept. He hoped that was an indicator that Grace would take good care of Sarah during the weeks she had her.

He heard a giggle from inside the house. Turning, he saw he hadn"t shut the French doors. He ambled over and was just about to push them closed when he heard Grace talking. "So, somebody needs to go upstairs and get a fresh diaper."

She lifted the baby from the swing and rubbed noses with her. "I swear, Sarah, there"s got to be a better system."

The baby laughed. Danny sort of chuckled himself. A person would think that after all the generations of babies, somebody, somewhere would have thought of a better system than diapers.

"Let"s take care of that. Then we"ll feed you something yummy for dinner."

The baby giggled and cooed and Danny felt a quick sting of conscience for worrying about Sarah when she was in Grace"s care. Grace obviously loved the baby.

He took a quick breath. She might love the baby but there was a lot more to consider in child rearing than just love. Grace was on trial these next two weeks every bit as much as he was. He wouldn"t be convinced she was a good mom, just because she was sweet. She wasn"t sweet. As far as he knew she was a conniver. She could have seen the French doors were open and put on a show with the baby for him to see.

He closed the doors and checked the steaks. They were progressing nicely. He sat on one of the deck chairs. The thick red, yellow and tan striped padding felt good to his tired back and he let his eyelids droop. He didn"t raise them again until he heard the French doors open.

"How"s it going?" Grace asked quietly. Sarah sat on her forearm, once again chewing the blue teething ring.

Danny sat up. "Fine. I was just about to peek at the steaks." He poked and prodded the steaks, closed the lid and chucked Sarah under the chin. "You"re just about the cutest kid in the world, aren"t you?"

Sarah giggled and cooed and Grace regretted her decision to bring the baby with her when she checked on him. When she least expected it, he would say or do something that would remind her that she"d genuinely believed he was a nice, normal guy the weekend they"d spent at the beach house. Volunteering to help her in the kitchen when he first came downstairs hadn"t been expected. His wanting to know Sarah"s heritage had struck her as adorable. And now he looked perfectly natural, perfectly comfortable on her back deck.

But he was also here to convince Grace that he would be able to care for Sarah. Technically he was on good behavior. She refused to get sucked in again as she had at the beach house.

She turned to go back into the house, but he said, "Grace?" And every nerve ending she had went on red alert. He had a s.e.xy quality to his voice that was magnified when he spoke softly. Of course, that took her back to their pillow talk the night they had slept together and that made her all quivery inside.

Scowling because she didn"t want to like him and did want to let him know that if he thought he could charm her he was wrong, she faced him. "Yes?"

"You never told me how you wanted your steak."

Feeling embarra.s.sment heat her cheeks, she quickly turned to the door again. "Medium is fine."

With that she walked into the house. She put Sarah in her high chair and rummaged through the cupboards for a jar of baby food, which she heated. By the time she was done feeding Sarah, had her face cleaned and the rubber teething ring back in her chubby hands, Danny brought in the steaks.

"Salad is on the counter," she said, as she laid plates and silverware on the table. "Could you bring that in, too?" Her new strategy was to put him to work before he could volunteer. This way, he wouldn"t seem nice, he would only be following orders.

He did as she asked and they sat down at the table, across from each other, just as they had been sitting that Sunday night at his beach house. She"d dressed up, hoping he would notice her. But tonight, on the trip upstairs to change Sarah"s diaper, she"d put on her worst jeans, her ugliest T-shirt. What a difference fifteen months made.

"Your house is nice."

"Thank you."

Silence reigned for another minute, before Danny said, "So, did you buy it remodeled like this?"

She bit back a sigh, loath to tell him anything about herself. More than that, though, they"d discussed this that night at the beach house. He"d forgotten. So much for thinking she"d made any kind of impression on him "It was a wreck when I bought it."

"Oh, so you did the remodeling-I mean with a contractor, right?"

"No. My cousin and I remodeled it." And she"d told him that, too.

He smiled. "Really?"

Grace rose from her seat. "You know what? I"m really not all that hungry and it"s time for me to get Sarah bathed and ready for bed." She smiled stiffly. "If you"ll excuse me."

Alone at the table Danny quietly finished his steak. If Grace was going to continually take Sarah and leave the room, maybe he shouldn"t cancel tomorrow"s dinner engagement? He drew in a breath, then expelled it quickly. He couldn"t dodge or fudge this commitment. He wanted at least shared custody of his daughter, and Grace had handed him the way to get it without a custody battle that would result in her investigating his past and probably result in him losing all but scant visitation rights. So he couldn"t leave. He had to be here every minute he could for the next two weeks.

The problem was he and Grace also had to be together. He"d thought they could be at least cordial, but this was what he got for his positive att.i.tude. The silent treatment. Well, she could save herself the trouble if she intended to insult him. His ex-wife had been the ultimate professional when it came to the silent treatment. Grace would have to go a long way to match that.

But when he"d not only finished eating his dinner and stacking the dishes in the dishwasher and Grace still hadn"t come downstairs, he wondered if maybe she couldn"t give Lydia a tip or two in the silent treatment department. Angry, because the whole point of his being here was to spend time with his daughter, Danny stormed up the steps. He stopped outside Grace"s bedroom door because it was ajar and what he saw compelled him to rethink everything.