Lost & Found (6 page)

After dinner, which Krissa threw together haphazardly, too distracted to care about what she cooked or ate, she dragged Derek into their bedroom. Nate gave them a funny look and she realized he thought she was so horny she was taking Derek in there to jump him. She almost laughed. If he only knew how mechanical their sex life had been lately.

“What?” Derek asked as she pushed him down to sit on the side of the bed. She sat beside him, turned sideways to face him, legs crossed.

“Okay,” she began, practically vibrating. “I have an idea. About having a baby.”

His face darkened. “Oh, Krissa. I thought we were done with that.” He rubbed a hand over his eyes.

“I know. But just listen. I can sort of understand not wanting to adopt. But a sperm donor would mean half the baby’s genes are mine. Half me, Derek. Wouldn’t you love a baby that was half me?” She pleaded for understanding with her eyes fastened on his.

“I don’t know.” He looked away, put his hand to the back of his head. His mouth straightened into a grim line. “I don’t think so.”

“What if…” she paused, swallowed. “What if the sperm donor was someone we knew? Someone we loved? Wouldn’t that make it better?”

He frowned, looked back at her. “What are you talking about?”

She rose up onto her knees, grabbed his arm. “I’m talking about asking someone we know to be the sperm donor. If it was someone close to us, that would be the next best thing, wouldn’t it?”

He just stared at her. She waited.

“I’m…I’m talking about Nate, Derek.” She bit her lip.

His eyebrows shot up. “What the…?”

She nodded, kept her eyes on him. “He’s your best friend. He knows about us. He’s the only one who does. You love him like a brother, and I…” Her throat stopped working momentarily. “I like him too. He’s a great guy. Smart. Talented. Good-looking.”

Derek frowned.

“He’s your friend,” she rushed on. Her fingers tightened on his arm. She felt the crisp hairs, the tight cords of muscle and sinew under warm skin. Her eyes roamed over his face, waiting for him to respond.

“That’s insane.”

She sat back onto her heels. Air whooshed out of her lungs.

“No it’s not.” She gripped him tighter. “It’s a perfect idea. Just think about it, Derek.”

He shook his head, looked like he was in pain. “It’s crazy, Krissa.”

“People do it all the time. I was on the internet. Women donate eggs to family members. Guys donate sperm. Women even act as surrogate mothers and donate their uterus for the baby. This would be nothing like that. And what could be better than having someone you know and love do that for us?”

Derek stood up, walked across to the window and stared out.

She waited. Waited. Waited. It seemed like he was thinking about it, despite his protests.

He put a hand on the window sill and leaned forward.

“Derek?”

Slowly, she unfolded her legs and slid off the bed. She moved up behind him, put her arms around his waist, laid her cheek on his broad back.

“What makes you think he would do that?”

She bit her lip. “I don’t know. I don’t know if he’d agree to it. He might.”

“Jesus, Krissa. It seems weird to me.”

“Would you think about it? Please?”

He said nothing for a long moment. “I’ll think about it.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. He turned and wrapped his arms around her and she hugged him back. “Thank you.”

“Don’t say anything to him.”

“Of course not! You have to agree, and then we’d have to ask him…he might not want to do it.” Her tummy flipped at the thought that he could say no. Oh, what if Derek agreed but Nate wouldn’t?

They’d deal with that when they had to. If they had to.

“We‘ve gotten approval to manufacture a new medication that treats Alzheimers.”

The Vice President of Human Resources at Austerlitz Pharmaceuticals leaned on the table in the board room where they met. Krissa nodded.

“This is completely different than our others products. Our salesmen don’t know how to market this to doctors. We need to hire a new sales team with the right kinds of skills to sell this drug.”

“I think it’s wonderful that you recognize the different skill sets required, and recognize that your current sales team doesn’t have them.”

It was difficult to keep her mind on recruitment and selection when all she could think about was Nate and his sperm. Well. She forced her mind back to the discussion.

The HR Manager, Niles Arnett, nodded. “We knew that early on. The new product will be ready to market in two months. Is that long enough to recruit a new sales team? We aren’t sure what we’re looking for.”

“Two months is tight,” she said. “Very tight. I’ll need to do some research. Do you have information about the demographics?”

They provided her with a folder full of promotional information about the new drug, and she asked a few more questions, took notes, working hard to keep her focus.

“I’ll have a plan to you within a week,” she told them as they all stood. She shook hands with the men in the room. “I’m looking forward to working with you again.”

It helped that she’d done a fourteen-month stint in their HR department a few years ago, knew the players and understood the business.

When she left she felt a ripple of pleasure at the new contract, but her mind quickly went back to making a baby. Her stomach clenched. God, she hoped Derek would agree to ask Nate.

Nate heard the phone at the same time as he heard the door open. Probably Krissa home from work. He wasn’t sure if he should answer it anyway. She picked up mid-ring and he wandered from his bedroom to the kitchen where she talked.

“Hello?” She paused “What’s wrong?” Again she listened. “Do what, honey?”

Nate walked into the kitchen to see Krissa leaning against the counter. Her powder blue suit hugged every curve, the short jacket nipped into her waist, the skirt ending just above her knees. He’d seen her legs, of course; she wore shorts all the time, but today those legs ended in a pair of sexy stilettos. Wow.

“Do you want me to come over? Where’s Eric? Oh.” Krissa glanced at Nate. “I’ll come over, then. Be there in…twenty minutes.”

She hung up the phone and straightened. “Hi. Gotta go.”

He arched a brow.

“My friend Cameron is having a meltdown.” She started toward him, removing her suit jacket as she walked, exposing a silk blouse in shades of blue that resembled a water-color print.

“What’s the problem?” He stepped aside so she could get though the door. She sighed.

“The usual. She’s overwhelmed and her husband is out.”

“Want me to come?”

She shook her head. “No, that’s okay. Sorry to leave you again, though.”

He shrugged, followed her down the hall. “Are you sure? I could help.”

She stopped in the door of her bedroom. He’d been about to follow her in there. Whoa. He was getting way too comfortable there.

“You’ve had a long day, too,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll just change and we can go.”

She closed the door and he backed off. She looked so professional, she seemed like a different person than cute, casual Krissa. The sleek hair, the makeup, the suit, the heels…it was kind of intimidating.

When she emerged, she’d changed into a short denim skirt and a tank top. Still looked damn delicious. She grabbed her keys and purse. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Does this happen often?” he asked, as they drove.

“Not often. But it has happened before. Just since the baby was born.”

“How old is the baby?”

“Emma’s three months old. The twins are three. They’re a handful. And Emma’s a pretty good baby, but you know…all babies are work. And she’s had these colicky spells.” Krissa shook her head. “She doesn’t stop crying for hours. I think that’s what’s happening. It makes Cam insane.”

A baby screaming non-stop. What was he getting himself into? Nate grimaced.

A short time later they pulled up in front of a small cottage on a palm-lined street. It was nowhere near the mansion that Krissa and Derek owned, but it was nice. Not that big. Probably crowded with three kids.

Krissa rang the door bell but didn’t wait, just let herself in with an easy familiarity. “I’m here,” she called out. Nate immediately heard the harsh, exhausted cries of a baby.

“Sit down!” a woman’s voice screamed. “Just. Sit. Down!”

Nate followed Krissa to the back of the house to a family room off the kitchen. The baby’s cries grew louder, joined by the frightened sobs of a toddler.

A woman stood there, baby in her arms. Tears streaked both the woman’s face and the baby’s scarlet cheeks. The two children sat on the floor, one crying, the other near to tears. A bowl of cereal had been dumped onto the carpet, milk seeping in a circle around it.

One small boy covered his face with his hands. He looked so forlorn, Nate’s chest squeezed.

The baby continued to howl, Cameron continued to cry and the twins both began sobbing.

What a nightmare.

Nate glanced at Krissa, feeling lost.

Krissa reached for the baby and Cam released her.

“Have you fed her?” Krissa asked.

“Yes.”

“Changed her diaper?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then. Go. Go wash your face, change or whatever, and go.”

Cam stood there. She glanced at Nate who forced a smile. “Go where?”

“Wherever you want,” Krissa said patiently, giving her friend a small push. “Shopping. A movie. Go sit at the beach for a couple of hours. You have to get out of here. If you can hear the baby crying, you’re too close.”

Cam turned, looked over her shoulder at them as she went down the hall.

Nate watched Krissa shift the baby in her arms into a strange position where she lay on her stomach across Krissa’s forearm. Krissa patted the baby on her back. “Okay, boys, what’s the problem here?”

They both sniffled and hiccupped. “I spilled my cereal,” one said. Nate looked from one identical twin to the other.

“Let me,” he murmured and went to the kitchen. He snooped through cupboards until he found paper towels and something to clean the carpet with, returned. He crouched down in front of the boys and started scooping soggy cereal into the bowl. He scraped up as much as he could, then blotted the milk with towels.

“I’m Nate,” he said to the boys and smiled. “You guys help me clean this up and we’ll get something else to eat. Okay?”

They nodded, wide-eyed, and helped clean, pressing paper towels with all their little might to absorb the milk, then scrubbed at the stain. Krissa walked with the baby, rhythmically patting her back and murmuring soothingly to her. The wails seemed a little less frantic, although they continued.

It was enough to drive you insane. He could see why Cameron was freaking out. She appeared in the door, car keys in hand, brows drawn together and her mouth a thin line.

“Are you sure…”

“She’ll be fine, Cam.” Krissa walked over to her friend. “You know she’ll be fine. You just have to get away.”

“But she’s crying…”

Krissa nodded. “Yup. Now, go.”

Cam left. Krissa walked another circle around the room and Nate took the boys into the kitchen.

“I don’t know your names,” he told them.

“I’m sorry.” Krissa walked over. “This is Alexander.” She put her hand atop one blond head. “And this is Benjamin. They’re three.”

“We’re twins,” Ben piped up.

“I see that. I can’t even tell you apart.” Nate grinned. “What’s the secret?”

Krissa smiled at him. “Ben has longer hair.”

“Ah.” He studied them. “Okay. But I bet you’re different in other ways aren’t you? One of you is the good twin and one is the evil twin. Right?”

The boys laughed. “I’m the good one!” Ben cried.

“No, I am!”

Their tears were apparently forgotten. “Okay, you guys hungry? What do you want?”

“I want chicken noodle soup.”

“I want a gillcheese sammich.”

Nate grinned at them. Damn, they were cute little guys. “I can make both,” he said. “Lucky for you. Where’s the soup?” He opened and closed cupboard doors, started cooking, aware of Krissa walking and walking with the crying baby. But the screams were quieting, interspersed with soft snuffles. Krissa rubbed Emma’s back and at one point sat down tentatively, but the crying resumed.

Nate caught her eye and she smiled ruefully. “I was afraid that wouldn’t work.” And she paced again.

“She needs to move,” he commented.

“Yes. There’s something about that rhythm…putting her in her car seat and going for a drive apparently works, too. I’ve heard of parents who put their kid’s car seat on top of the clothes dryer. The hum and the vibration put them to sleep.”

“How do you know she’s okay?”

Krissa shrugged. “If she’s not hungry, wet or poopy, she’s probably okay. The first time this happened when I was here, I freaked out just like Cameron. But after a couple hours of crying, Emma was exhausted, fell asleep and was fine. Nobody really knows what this colic thing is. Some think it’s gas. Others think it’s just the stress of the day built up to a point where the baby can’t handle it anymore.”

He nodded, ladled soup into bowls. “Now this is hot,” he cautioned them. But impatient, Ben had to try it, then started crying when it burned his mouth. Shit.

“Here.” Nate poured him a glass of cold juice.

“Mommy puts ice cubes in our soup,” Alex said helpfully. Okay. He could do that.

When the twins had eaten, the baby had fallen asleep and Krissa sat down with her. “I don’t want to put her down,” she said softly. She’d changed Emma’s position so she cradled her in her arms. Nate watched the tender expression on her face as she gazed down at the sleeping little bundle. Now she was quiet, she was adorable.

Nate played with the twins, although he felt he should clean up the kitchen and do the dishes, but they dragged him outside to see their play structure. Outside it was easy to amuse them, and he let them run and swing and slide until Cam arrived home.

Inside, Krissa was handing the baby over to Cam. “She just woke up,” Krissa said. “And I think she’s hungry, so it’s perfect timing.”

The baby nuzzled at her mother’s breast. Cam looked much better, exhausted but in control. “Thank you,” she said with a sigh, dropping her purse to the floor. She sank onto the couch and unbuttoned her blouse.

Startled, Nate averted his eyes. Uh, yeah. That’s how babies were fed.

“You remember Nate, don’t you?” Krissa asked Cam. “I didn’t get a chance to say anything earlier.”

Forced to turn to her, Nate kept his eyes above Cam’s shoulder level.

“Of course,” Cam said with a smile. “Sorry about all the drama, Nate.”

“No problem. It was fun playing with the boys. They’re good kids.”

She rolled her eyes. “They’re little monsters.”

“Cam!”

Nate’s gaze went to Krissa’s horrified face.

“They are,” Cam said.

“They have a lot of energy,” Nate put in. “They’re kids.”

Krissa nodded, glanced at her watch. “We should go. Derek was planning to be home around eight.” Then her eyes drifted to the kitchen. “I’ll just clean up a bit…”

Nate followed her and helped do the dishes and wipe the counters.

“Thank you again. You’re a lifesaver, Kris, truly.” Nate read the gratitude in Cam’s eyes, dropped his gaze to the nursing baby for a fleeting look, then turned to Krissa. She watched the baby with a look in her eyes that was…hunger. Longing.

How hard was this for her, to come and help her friend, see the baby, knowing she was never going to have this? He rubbed at a strange twinge in his chest.

“Any time, Cam,” Krissa replied quietly. She met Nate’s gaze. “Shall we go?”

“Bye, Kris, bye, Nate,” Cam called.

“Bye, Auntie Kwissie! Bye, Unca Nate!”

Uncle Nate. Amused, Nate waved at the boys as they left.

“Whew.” Krissa blew out a breath once out of the house. “That was crazy.” She eyed him. “Thanks for coming. You were a big help with the twins.”

He shrugged. “No problem. I like kids.”

She tipped her head and got a funny look on her face. “You were good with them.” She hesitated, then slid into the car.

Derek had arrived home before they did. He’d already had dinner with clients, but Krissa and Nate hadn’t, so she quickly made them sandwiches. “Gillcheese sammiches,” she said to Nate with a grin.

“But not just any cheese,” he noted. “Not that processed cheese on white bread I made for them.” He looked approvingly at the Havarti and Gruyere combination on thick toasted multi-grain bread.

“Gourmet gillcheese,” she agreed. They laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Derek walked into the kitchen, having changed out of his suit into jeans.

Krissa waved a hand. “Nothing. We just got back from rescuing Cam. She was having a mommy meltdown.”

“Again?” Derek frowned, took a beer out of the fridge. “Want one?” He looked at Nate, who nodded. Derek handed the bottle to him and got another one.

“Uh…Krissa? Want a drink?” Nate asked, sending Derek a frown.

She smiled at Nate. Aw. That was so nice of him. Derek, the big idiot, hadn’t even thought of her. “I’d love a beer,” she replied and shot Derek a look, so he retrieved another one from the fridge and brought it to her. “Thanks, hon.”

“What’s Cameron’s problem now?” Derek raised the bottle to his mouth. “They should never have had that third baby.”

“That’s what she says.” Krissa couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice and both men glanced at her. She shrugged. “Hey, Emma was an accident. She admits that.”

Krissa looked at Derek, tried to catch his eye. She wanted to talk to him, to see if he’d though any more about her idea. They had to do this. Amazingly, spending two hours walking a screaming baby hadn’t diminished her desire to have one of her own even a bit.

She took a bite of her sandwich. Warm melty cheese and crusty bread melded together in a delicious mouthful. “This is good.”

“Very good,” Nate agreed. He’d almost finished his.

Impatience made her take small breaths, her chest tight. She stuffed the rest of the sandwich into her and slid off her stool. She reached for Nate’s plate, but he shook his head.

“Let me clean up.” He took her plate instead.

“Again. Thanks for helping at Cam’s place. Finding time to do the dishes is hard. I know it’s hard for her to even have a shower.”

Derek gave her a look that she knew said, “And you want that?” She glared at him. “We need to talk. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen, down the hall, to their bedroom.

She closed the door of their bedroom and leaned against it. “Did you think about it?”

“About what?”

She huffed out a breath. “Derek! You know what. About Nate.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He ran a hand through his short hair. “I did think about it. All goddamn night. I don’t think I slept more than an hour.”

“Oh, no.” She stepped toward him “So? What do you think?”

Her tummy tightened painfully.

He smiled at her. Oh, God. Could he…

“I think it’s worth a shot. You’re right. If we have to do this, it should be him. No, let me rephrase this. I won’t do it—unless it’s him.”

“Oh, God.” Her whole body trembled and she took another step toward him, held out her hands. He met her and took her hands in his. She stared at him. “Really? Really, Derek?”

He nodded, but a frown edged his brow. “We can ask him—but remember, Krissa, he could say no. Don’t get your hopes up too much.”

She nodded, her mind racing. “Let’s go talk to him now.”

“Wait, wait, honey.” He tugged on her hands. “Slow down. I think I should talk to him.”

She blinked. “Oh. Why?”

“I just think it might be better between him and me.”

“Well…okay.” She nibbled her lip. “But you will try, won’t you? I mean, if he’s hesitant, you have to try to convince him.”

“I’m not going to beg him.”

“No, I mean you have to try to make him understand how much we want this.” Her eyes searched his for reassurance. Not that she didn’t trust him, but… “Maybe I should be there. I could tell him again how much I want this…”

“You’ve already talked to him about it?”

“Not about this. Just about how much I want a baby. How hard it’s been.”

“Oh.” He looked taken aback.

“You’d already told him about the test results. It wasn’t a big secret. From him anyway. Since he knew, I thought I could talk to him about it. And he was really nice.”

Derek nodded. “Yeah. Well, let me try, okay? I promise, I won’t let him off too easy.” A smile touched his lips. She stood on her toes and kissed him.

“Thank you,” she whispered. She slid her arms around him and moved in for a hug. They held each other for a moment, then she leaned back. “I’ll…go have a bath. And you two can talk.”

He nodded, looking serious and left the room.

Nate sat in the family room in the dark. He didn’t even bother with the television. He looked around, clasped his beer in two hands between his knees. He sighed.

Again, Krissa’d dragged Derek into the bedroom. Nate was obviously in their way. What the hell were they doing in there?

Like he needed to ask. What else would a husband and wife be doing in their bedroom? They’d probably be screwing on the couch if he wasn’t there.

He tipped the beer to his mouth, and the crisp bubbles stung his throat on the way down. His mouth twisted.

He apparently needed to get laid. All he could think about was sex. Especially after that little show Krissa and Derek had put on the other night. And it didn’t help that Krissa was so sexy and sweet. Seeing her every day in her skimpy shorts and tank tops, in her pajamas at night and in the morning, was torturing his libido.

The workout had helped. He’d spent a good couple of hours pushing his muscles until they burned and sweat dripped off his body.

He heard footsteps and Derek appeared. “Hey,” he said. “Need another beer?”

“Sure.” Nate finished his off.

Derek brought two beers and sat down on the chair across from him. He drew in a long breath, like he had something to say. Fuck, he was going to ask him to leave. He knew it. He was definitely cramping their style.

“I’m in your way, aren’t I?” he asked.