A Navy SEAL's Surprise Baby. Laura Altom Marie

but if you’d spent the past few years living where I have, you’d want to be surrounded by pretty things, too.”

      Quinn babbled happily in response.

      Turned out Calder’s car was as dreamy as his home. Her whole life, the closest she’d ever come to driving a new car had been when the mother of the children she used to work for had gotten a Lexus for her birthday and Pandora and the girls rode in the backseat on their way to a country-club party.

      The Land Rover’s powerful engine didn’t sputter when she stopped for red lights and the tan leather upholstery smelled as good as it looked. In the rearview mirror, she regularly peeked at Quinn, all snug and smiley in his safety seat, gnawing on a rattle. Even he seemed to enjoy the ride.

      The two of them made a few stops to find just the right floral bed set and fluffy yellow towels to match. Purchasing the items took nearly all her cash, but it was worth it.

      With her purchases stashed in the back, she and Quinn headed to the grocery store.

      Pandora had never bought so much food at once. Milk and eggs. Fruits, meats and veggies. When Calder said they were low on groceries, he hadn’t been kidding. While standing at the checkout, the total felt uncomfortably large. Her pulse raced and her palms were damp. Would the card Calder had given her even work?

      The youngish female clerk asked, “May I see your ID?”

      “Um, sure, but I’m a nanny and this is my boss’s card.” With Quinn fussing in his carrier, Pandora fished through her purse for her driver’s license.

      “Sorry.” The woman returned Calder’s card to Pandora. “I’m not allowed to accept any credit card without matching ID.”

      “Please,” Pandora begged. “It’s way past time for my baby to have his lunch, and—”

      “You just said he’s not yours?”

      “Well, yeah, but you know what I mean. Can we ask a manager?”

      “Don’t you have an alternate form of payment?”

      “No.” As this was the only open checkout lane, a line had formed behind her. With nothing else to do, people started to stare.

      “Is there a problem?” the middle-aged manager asked.

      Pandora explained her situation.

      Quinn’s fussing morphed to crying.

      “Please.” She took him from his carrier, jiggling him on her hip.

      “Look, I’m sorry.” The manager voided her sale. “You seem like a nice lady, but corporate’s cracking down on checking ID for all credit-card sales. There’s a lot of fraud in this area and if your card turns out to be stolen, I’m losing my job. Can you get in touch with your boss? Have him come down here to show his ID? Then I’ll set you up an account and next time you shop, this won’t be a problem.”

      Pandora eyed her cart. It’d taken over an hour to carefully make her selections. Would Calder be upset if she called his cell?

      With Quinn crying harder than ever, she took a deep breath and dialed the store’s office phone.

      * * *

      “SORRY...” CALDER HUSTLED toward Pandora and Quinn. With a loaded shopping cart alongside her, she’d parked herself on a bench in front of the store manager’s office. “I’m an idiot for not seeing this contingency.”

      “You’re not angry?” As if she’d worried about his reaction, her shoulders sagged in relief. “Because I’m sorry I even had to call. But the baby’s hungry and I didn’t know what else to do.”

      When Quinn fussed, she hugged him closer, smoothing her hand up and down his back.

      “How could I be upset with you when this was my fault? Should’ve thought this through.”

      After getting Pandora squared away with the manager to use his card, Calder purchased the groceries, then pushed the cart, following the nanny and his son to the car. He had a hard time not staring at her cute behind because she wore the hell out of her white shorts.

      She turned around and said, “Let me get Quinn settled in his safety seat, then I’ll unload everything. You get back to work.”

      “I’m not in a hurry.” He already had the back popped open and had placed the gallon of milk and two bulging sacks inside.

      “Still...” Finished with Quinn, she fussed with her hands. “This is my job.”

      Ah, this was some kind of boss issue. “Look, Pandora, technically I might be in charge, but realistically...?” He laughed. “You’re the one with all the answers. I might place explosives on moving subs, but navigating the baby aisle in the supermarket is way over my head. I never know what kind of milk to buy, and baby food blows my mind. That makes us a team, okay?”

      Smiling, she pushed up her glasses and nodded. “At least let me help.”

      When she brushed past, their forearms grazed and he caught a whiff of her floral-scented hair. Maybe it’d been too long since he’d been with a woman, or maybe he was just appreciative to finally have some help with Quinn—either way, being near her made him feel extra alert. Not so much an attraction as an appreciation. Curiosity, even, to discover more about what made her tick. None of which made sense, considering he barely knew her. But there it was all the same.

      A minute later, they’d finished loading his SUV. “I’ll follow you home to carry everything in.”

      “Really, I’ve got this,” she assured him.

      But because he’d been raised to always carry in the groceries, he insisted.

      * * *

      DURING THE SHORT DRIVE to Calder’s house, relief shimmered through Pandora. Not only had he not been angered by having to interrupt his day to help her, but he’d been downright gallant. And now, offering to help her unload? Amazing. Her ex had declared anything to do with groceries women’s work.

      Once parked in the garage, she took Quinn while Calder handled her purchases.

      In the house, she placed the still-fussing baby in his high chair, dampened a paper towel with warm water, then washed his little hands and hers. “Hold on a minute, pumpkin, and we’ll get that hungry tummy filled.”

      She rummaged in the bags Calder had already piled on the counter. Spotting the one item she needed, she removed a box of teething biscuits and handed a cookie to Quinn.

      For the longest time, he stared at the biscuit, inspecting it as if he was unsure what to do. When his next logical step was to put it in his mouth, he grinned, oblivious to the drool dripping from his gummy smile.

      She wiped his chin with a fresh dishrag before fishing for one of the bibs she’d bought at the store. With it securely fastened to the enthusiastic eater, she set about putting away the groceries and making lunch.

      “That’s everything.” Calder set the last of the bags on the kitchen table. Sitting in the chair next to his son, he asked, “What’re you eating, bud?”

      Quinn gurgled and waved his hands in the air. “Bah!”

      “Really?” he teased his son. “Sounds good.”

      “It’s a teething biscuit,” Pandora explained. “Soothes his gums. Plus, buys me time to fix him a proper lunch.”

      “Ah....” Calder nodded. “How’d you learn about babies?”

      For a moment she froze, then slipped into autoresponse mode, glad for the distraction of putting veggies in the fridge. “Mostly classes and on-the-job training. This is my first full-time position with infant care, but I’ve worked part-time for three other families. Little Jonah, an eleven-month-old, was my biggest challenge. He was a jumper. That baby was nearly the death of me. He’d try escaping his changing table, crib, playpen. Can’t imagine