His Baby Agenda. Katherine Garbera

son of a privileged family. Hunter hadn’t needed to work, so he had spent the past few years building his reputation as a playboy. Plus the stigma of being charged with the “Frat House Murder” hadn’t helped.

      “Um...we need to talk about that. He’s got a wild reputation. I can’t place one of my nannies in your home if he’s going to be there.”

      “He won’t be a problem,” Kingsley said. “I don’t want one of your nannies. I want you, Gabi.”

      “I can’t.”

      “Why not?”

      “I’m not in the field anymore.”

      “I’ll make it worth your while,” he said. If there was one thing he’d learned from his father, Jeb Buchanan, it was that everyone had a price. Many people believed his father had bought Kingsley’s freedom and the silence of witnesses. But Jeb had a strong sense of justice and no one, not even his wayward younger son, could escape that. His father still wasn’t convinced that Kingsley was innocent in Stacia’s death.

      But after Kingsley was done with his revenge, there would be no doubt as to who was responsible for her death.

      “I can’t be bought.”

      “No? What if I offered to fund the new playground you have been trying to get built?” he asked.

      Gabi wouldn’t do it for herself, but he remembered her soft heart and how she’d do anything for a good cause. He wondered if that had changed.

      She chewed her lower lip and looked down at the paper in front of her.

      It hadn’t.

      His gut was still right on the money when it came to this woman.

      “We are talking a six-figure sum, Kingsley. Is my being a nanny to Conner worth that much?”

      It was. He needed her to watch over his son and he needed her recollections of that party the night Stacia had died. Once he had her living under his roof, he’d be able to get the answers he needed.

      There were certain parts of the night that didn’t add up. And everyone he and Hunter had spoken to had a different version of the events. So whether it took six figures or nine, it didn’t matter. He needed to put the ghosts of the past to rest. And Gabi was the only woman who could help him do that.

      “Yes,” he said. “I’ll need you in my home by this evening. I’ve left my address with your assistant.”

      “I’ve agreed to be Conner’s nanny, but that’s it. I’m not living in,” she said.

      “For the amount I’m paying, I think you are,” he said.

      He stood up and starting walking to the door. He’d accomplished what he’d set out to do. It was time to get back to the rest of his day.

      * * *

      Arrogant bastard.

      Gabi got up from her desk and dashed around in front of Kingsley before he could get to the door. She pressed her back against it and gave him a hard look.

      She knew it was important to establish right this moment that he wasn’t in charge. No matter how much it might seem otherwise.

      “We’re not finished yet.”

      “I can’t imagine what else we have to discuss,” he said.

      He didn’t stop as she’d thought he would. Instead he came right up until barely an inch of space separated them and put his hands on the door on either side of her head.

      He surrounded her. She could see the flecks of green in his icy-blue eyes and the scar on his left eyebrow that she’d noticed the first time he’d kissed her. Her lips felt dry. Her breath got shallower and she wanted to smack herself in the forehead. Don’t react to him.

      This was Kingsley Buchanan—lover and leaver. Not a man she was interested in.

      But her body said otherwise.

      Every nerve inside her reacted to him as if she didn’t know he was bad news. As if she hadn’t just agreed to live in his house... It was a deal with the devil.

      Sure, she’d been battling with the county commissioners for the last eighteen months trying to get that park and playground built. And Kingsley’s offer was too good to pass up. But he didn’t own her. She had to stay in control.

      Except his cologne smelled so good.

      “We have a lot to discuss,” she said. Her voice sounded thready and breathy to her own ears.

      Ugh.

      “Like what?”

      “I’m not living in your house.”

      “Nonnegotiable.”

      She frowned at him.

      “Everything is.”

      “Not that. I travel a lot with my job and I work from my home office. I need 24-7 care for Conner.”

      “I can’t work 24-7 for you. I have to run this business,” she said.

      “I will give you an office in my home and if your office hours are flexible, I’m willing to work with your schedule to give you the time you need. But you must live in my house.”

      No, she thought. She couldn’t do it. But there was something persuasive about him and she felt her resolve weakening. He was a client; she’d keep it all business.

      “Okay. We can try it out. But if I feel like it’s not working, then we will have to figure out something else.”

      “I’m sure it will work.”

      Of course he was.

      “Was that all?” he asked.

      All?

      He leaned in closer and she felt the brush of his breath over her mouth. Her lips parted and she realized that she was never going to be all business with him. There was no way.

      “No.”

      “No?”

      “I need some resolution to the past,” she said. “You can’t be this close to me.”

      “You’re the one blocking the door with your body.”

      She narrowed her eyes at him. He had a point, but he was still crowding her and he had been since he came into her office. “I mean it. Our arrangement is strictly business.”

      His left hand shifted on the door and she felt his fingers in her hair. Her scalp tingled and sensation spread slowly downward. “Things are never going to be strictly business between us, Gabi. The past is always going to be there along with that one question.”

      Don’t ask.

      Don’t do it.

      “What question?”

      He leaned in even closer and she had to fight the urge to bolt away from him. But she wouldn’t let him know he was getting to her. She had to stand firm. He was just a man.

      No.

      He was more than a man. He was her own personal demon. One that she hadn’t exorcised because she’d never been able to see him as anything other than a hot fantasy. They’d barely dated before they’d slept together and then everything had fallen apart.

      She couldn’t let him continue to dominate every moment they had together.

      “If that one night together was a fluke,” he said.

      He leaned in closer. So close that she’d barely have to incline her head for their lips to brush. Sure, she remembered their night together, but it had become hazy over the years, tinged with regret and anger. She wanted to take back something that she hadn’t realized Kingsley had stolen until this moment, a part of her womanhood that he’d damaged when he’d left her.