BILLIONAIRE ANGEL (Point St. Claire, where true love finds a way) (13 page)

“You again.”

Raising his brows at Brooke Hart’s greeting, Xander sauntered into the shop
. Nothing like feeling wanted.

“Good morning to you, too.”

“I’m just surprised.” Atop the stepladder, she rolled back her shoulders. “I thought I was clear the other day.”

“Put the gloves away. I’m not here about the charity date. I want to talk flowers.”

A smile spread across her face. “You do?”

After he’d left the other day, Xander had visited her website: up to date but nothing memorable. Then he’d scratched around the surface of her personal life. That’s when he’d come to a decision. A number of projects kept him busy, but each was at a cruisey rather than developmental stage. He had some time to spare. He wanted to spend it here.

As Brooke started down the ladder, he crossed over. When she hesitated before accepting his help, Xander grinned. He could be stubborn, too. Then her hand slotted into his and he acknowledged the fusion of warmth. It was as if she held a cup of sunshine in her palm. Helpful for a florist, no doubt.

When both her sneakered feet were planted on the floor, Brooke withdrew her hand and dragged both palms down the front of her monogrammed apron. This close, her eyes were bursts of vibrant green. Her nose was more of a button. How he’d love a smile, even a smirk. These past few days, those dimples had played on his mind.

“Are the flowers for a special occasion? Birthday? A thank you?” She flicked a glance at that gaudy sign. “Perhaps an early Valentine’s order?”

His gaze dropped to her lips before he hauled himself back and scanned the area. “How long have you been here?”

“Three years. Why?”

Chipped paint, linoleum worn in places. “Needs a spruce up.”

Her brows knitted. “Have you got an order? I don’t want to hold you up.”

He was walking around, inspecting the floral arrangements and associated items—balloons, cards, stuffed toys, including a long-lashed kangaroo with a pink heart in his pouch. “Must be working up to a busy time of year for you.”

“Sure. Flat out.”

So why was the place empty of customers? Same deal as the other day when he’d dropped in. He hadn’t been able to track down any regular advertising. He’d already noted that the shop was a hike from the closest mall.

“Location could be better,” he said, talking mainly to himself.

“But then you haven’t seen my shop in Dubai.”

He surrendered a crooked grin.
Cute.

“What about promotion?” he went on.

She crossed her arms and pegged out one shapely long leg. “What’s this about?”

“I’m trying to get a handle on this.”

“On what?”

He’d tackle the most important topic first. They could move forward from there. “The other day, you had a baby out back.”

“There’s a baby out back today, too.” Turning on her white sneakered heel, she headed for the counter. “Your point?”

“You’re a single mom,” he said, following.

“Shocking, isn’t it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

“Don’t think I did.”

“If you want to know, a friend of mine died not long after giving birth. Before she...” Her slender throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Well, Tiffany wanted me to take care of her baby…be his legal guardian. When she found out she was pregnant, Tiffany had included that wish in her will. There’s no one else.”

His voice lowered. “I know.”

She cocked her head as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “How? Why?”

“I wanted to fit the pieces together.” He stepped closer. “I want to help.”

A baby’s cry pierced the air. 

“Great. You can help,” she said, leaping into action and hurrying off. “Flip the closed sign on the door on your way out.”

As Brooke collected the sobbing baby out of his cot, Xander Drake called out.

“The hours on the door say open until 5 p.m. That’s twenty-five minutes from now. Do you have anyone else on the payroll?”

“Not today,” she called back.

“I’ll watch the counter while you two do the bottle thing.”

Jigging the baby, she popped her head back out. “Why would you do that?”

“I already told you.” He looked delicious in a white button-down shirt folded back at the cuffs, dark tailored pants and an
I Hart Flowers
apron he was tying at his back. “I want to help.”

When Chance gave another cry, Brooke surrendered and let Mr. Drake have his way. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, she heard the shop doorbell ring six times; three “ins”, three “outs.” She wanted to go and tend to those customers herself. But Chance needed her—first a poopy diaper change then a feed and a burp—and…

Well, Xander Drake was right.

While Heather was away visiting her folks in Seattle this week, she could use some help. 

Brooke was sitting in the recliner, bouncing Chance on her lap, when Xander stuck his head in the door.

“I flipped the sign,” he said.

She gave into a weary smile. “I should thank you for taking care of things.”

“You look like you’re ready to drop.”

“The secret is to keep moving. I stopped.”

Studying her face, the dark circles under her eyes, he added, “Probably good you don’t need to drive.”

“Convenient, right?” But then her gaze sharpened. “You know I live here on the site?”

He dashed a look around the space. “I’m guessing there’s more to it than this.”

“There’s another bedroom, a bathroom. A main room, too. Everything we need.”

Xander registered the defensive tone in her voice. At the same time he contemplated his own penthouse overlooking the ocean. He’d figure that one out later. In the meantime, he got back on track.

“I sold two bunches,” he said. “Want to come out and lock up the register?”

A moment later, he and Brooke, who was holding the baby, stood behind the counter.

“One lot of long-stemmed red roses,” he said, as she eyed the receipts, “and a mixed arrangement.”

“So, you know flowers?”

“Nope. But I can read a ticket, answer the phone and charge a credit card.”

She half grinned. “Lowly stuff for such a big deal in the business world.”

“I did make use of my other talents, namely accounting.” He brought up a file on her laptop. “You have unpaid bills.”

Her gaze hardened. “You looked through my personal figures?”

“I needed an idea of where we are at.”

“We?”

“The rent’s overdue two months.”

Shushing the baby when he mewled, she turned away.  “Thanks for pointing that out.”

“Do you have anything in reserve?”

“Right now I’m running pretty low on everything…including patience.”

“I’ll forward on that rent and get the landlord off your back.”

She angled back around. “A. Why would you do that? And, B. You must have tap-dancing mice in your attic if you think I’d let you.” She headed toward the shop’s front door, showing him out. “Thanks for watching the counter while I was busy.”

“Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”

She narrowed her eyes as if she were trying to see past a mask he wasn’t wearing. “I don’t accept gifts from strangers. And I don’t believe in fairy godmothers, particularly when they wear five thousand dollar Italian suits.”

“Who knows? I might look good in a pair of wings.”

Ah
. There it was. A twinge of a grin.

“Brooke, I have a proposition for you.”

Before he could explain, the front door rattled and a knock sounded on the glass.

“The closed sign’s up,” he said.

She gave him a
Yeah, I know
look before peering through the door’s glass pane. “It’s a regular. I can’t turn Mrs. Cornwall away.”

Fine
. Cutting the distance between them, Xander put out his arms. “We’ll tag team.”

“You mean…you look after Chance?”

Xander smiled. Cool name. “He’s fed and changed, right? So it’s playtime. I’m good at that.”

“You don’t have kids of your own…do you?”

“I have nieces and nephews. Word is they actually like me. Crazy, huh?” He waited for a response. “I can provide references.”

When that knock came again, Brooke drew down a breath and finally handed her bundle over.

“He likes when you to talk to him,” she said. “Make lots of noises.”

Bringing the baby and his big blue eyes close, Xander assured her. “I can do that.”

“And if you need me—”

“We’ll holler. Now open the door,” he winked before walking away, “and bag that sale.”

Holding the baby snugly against his chest, Xander moved into the back room and shut the door quietly with the sole of his shoe. He laid the baby horizontal in the sling of his arms and peered into eyes that were wide and inquisitive. Obviously intelligent.

“How you doin’, little man?” he asked in a soft, best buddy voice.

The baby’s near invisible eyebrows edged together.

“Guess it must be kinda boring lying on your back all day.”

The baby blinked and then put out his arms. He was wearing a coverall—blue with a fluffy lambs print. Xander would have preferred to see racing cars, but the kid looked freaking cute just the same.

“So, what do you want to do?”

As if he’d understood, Chance began cooing and then goo-ing.

Xander laughed. “Good work. How about this?”

Xander wet his lips and then blew a classic raspberry, the kind that went on and on.

The baby’s eyes widened as he wiggled. After kicking his bootee-ed feet, he seemed to wait for a repeat raspberry performance. Yep. Xander had known he was smart.

“Why the heck has she got you back here?” Xander eased into the recliner. “You’d be a huge drawcard. Particularly coming up this time of year. In fact…” Xander leaned back against the cushion at the same time an idea clicked into place. “How do you feel about wings? White and fluffy, like those lambs. Bet you’d make one pretty cool cupid.”

After Mrs. Cornwall received her usual chrysanthemums and confirmed that she would be back next week, Brooke closed the shop for real and hurried into the back room.

Why would a guy like Xander Drake want to help a no one like her? He had said he had a proposition for her. What exactly was he after?

While he was charismatic and obviously handsome, he was also nosey and downright pushy. Must come with the successful tycoon gig. But that aside…he liked babies. She saw it in his smile—he really did. After Jake’s take on the subject, that was a huge plus. 

Still, she and Xander Drake had only shared two conversations. Brooke hadn’t wanted to turn a regular like Mrs. Cornwall away, but leaving the baby with a man she barely knew must be irresponsible.

Or was she overreacting? He had a sound reputation. He was an uncle. If Chance were her flesh and blood, would she be less protective or more so?

“Hey, sweetheart,” Brooke said, making her way over to the pair and putting out her arms. “Was he any trouble?”

Xander carefully handed over the baby and then found his feet. “I’ve been instructing him in the fine art of raspberries blowing.”

She grinned. “I think that’s supposed to be a five month milestone.”

“Chance is a clever kid—aren’t you, chum?”

She twirled Chance around so that his little back rested against her stomach and he could see Xander, too. She said it again. “Thanks for your help today.”

Those amazing eyes sparkled as he grinned. “Today isn’t over yet.”

Her stomach muscles fluttered. God, he was so tall and built and unbelievably
persistent
. “I won’t accept any money from you for the rent. It’s not right.”

“Becoming partners would
make
it right.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My proposition. I invest in businesses and people with the aim of making ventures profitable for both parties.” He shrugged. “It’s what I do.”

Now her stomach was pitching. “This joke isn’t funny.”

He tickled the baby under his chin.  “Oh, I don’t know. Chance seems to like the idea.”

Brooke wanted to shake her head, wake herself up. This kind of stuff didn’t happen in real life. And, on top of no sleep and making sure that all Chance’s needs were met…frankly, she was feeling off balance. Was he serious?

“So,” Xander clasped his hands together, “are you interested?”

She gave him a wry look. “I’m waiting for some rug to be pulled out from under my feet.”

“There’ll be renovations happening,” he said, “including new floor coverings, if that counts. All you have to do is say yes.”

When he smiled encouragingly, masculine heat seemed to reach out and wrap around her. Her focus dropped to his mouth—that full, kissable lower lip—and something shifted inside of her. This offer was too good to be true. Xander Drake wasn’t her guardian angel come down to earth.

But he
had
said this was a business proposition. If she went ahead, he would expect a dividend. Brooke never liked to rush a decision, but,
come on.
Shouldn’t she at least listen?

The smile in his eyes brightened more, like he knew she was bending. Then he headed for the door and Brooke’s heart thumped harder.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked quickly. “There must be a thousand businesses you could work with.” Ones that weren’t limping nearly so bad.

Turning back, he butted one big shoulder against the doorjamb. “I have my reasons.”

“I’d like to know what they are.”

“For one…I guess I like you. I know I like Chance.”

Emotion rose and swelled in her chest. “You do?”

A bone-melting smile eased across his face. “Who wouldn’t?”