Page 20 of Baby Daddy

“Hi, Mr. Handsome!”

I flushed. Oh, God was he!

“I’ve brought along a few things I thought you might like.”

Drake stepped into the room and my eyes popped as a hospital attendant wheeled in a dolly piled high with toys, all inspired by Hanson cartoons.

“Wowee!” exclaimed my overjoyed little girl.

“Drake, you shouldn’t have.”

I was totally, utterly blown away by my boss’s kindness. For a guy who wasn’t crazy about kids, he sure had a weird way of showing it.

“Drake, seriously, I don’t know how to thank you.” For the second time today, I found myself uttering these words.

A devilish grin crossed Drake’s face. “I do. Have dinner with me.”

“B-but, I’m staying overnight at the hospital. I can’t leave Tyson.”

Drake flicked the tip of my nose, a small gesture that set every cell on fire. “You won’t have to. We’re not going anywhere.”