The Nanny (The Fabulous Dalton Boys Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne Page A

pressed a kiss to her forehead.  "I guess I could call in a temporary nanny, but I'd rather meet someone before I left her with Baby Dalton."
    "Brady."
    "Brady?"  He looked confused.
    She rolled to her side, pulling the sheet off the bed with her and wrapping it around her like a toga.  "Just trying out new names to see what feels right.  Not Brady."  She turned around and grinned at him.  "Maybe you should cover up."
    He laughed.  "You stole my cover!"
    "Get dressed.  I have to make sure Brook didn't kill my baby."
    Barrett rolled out of bed.  Her baby.  They'd been married for less than twenty-four hours, and already Baby Dalton was already her baby.  He liked that.
     
    *****
     
    When they got back to the house, Ashley hurried straight back to see Brooklyn who had tangled hair and red-rimmed eyes.  She whispered, "Thank you for the nightgown."
    Brook nodded.  Ashley barely listened to the conversation around her, in a hurry to get her baby back where he belonged in Barrett's wing of the house.  As she carried him off she was mumbling names under her breath.  "Tanner, Kai, Cody, Hunter...No, none of those names suit you.  We need something just right."
    Shortly before lunchtime, Barrett came in and announced they were grilling out by the pool.  Ashley shrugged.  "I can deal with that."  She changed into her bathing suit and fixed Baby Dalton a bottle, carrying him out to the pool with her.  She sat in a lounger and fed him while talking to Brooklyn softly. 
    "Girl, we need to do a bachelorette party for you."  Brooklyn looked so excited by the prospect, it frightened Ashley.  What would the other woman think was a good idea for a bachelorette party?
    Ashley shook her head adamantly.  "I'm already married.  What's the point?"
    "It'll be fun!  Does it need to have more of a point than that?"
    Ashley frowned.  "I guess not..."
    The boys tossed a ball around, and when Kalee arrived, she seemed very unhappy about Barrett and Ashley getting married. 
    Finally she settled on a lounger near Ashley and Brooklyn, looking put out.  "Those boys can't do anything normally, can they?"
    Brook shrugged. "I think it's romantic.  And I also think we need to take Ashley out for a bachelorette party.  I bet she's never been to LaBare.  She's been in Texas less than two weeks."
    Ashley frowned.  "What's LaBare?"
    Brook and Kalee's eyes met.  "We have to," Kalee said.  "Tonight, while Barrett is still so totally in love with her, he'll let her go and take care of the baby himself."
    Ashley shook her head.  "Whatever you two are thinking, it's not a good idea.  I'm not doing it."  She had no idea what LaBare was, and she really didn't even want to know.  She wasn't going anywhere with those two.
    Kalee got up and walked to Barrett.  "We're taking Ashley out tonight for a bachelorette party.  You're watching the baby."
    Barrett frowned.  "I just got married, and you're stealing my wife away?"  He didn't want to go to bed alone the day after he got married.
    "You got married and risked your entire family by doing so.  You knew I wouldn't like it, didn't you?"
    He sighed.  "Yeah.  So?"
    "So you can let her go out with us."
    "Fine.  When are you leaving?" 
    "It'll take us a couple of hours to get there, so I'd say about six.  We'll be back after midnight, so don't wait up."
    Barrett laughed.  "You really don't think I'm going to wait up for my new wife?  You're crazy."
    Kalee waved at him over her shoulder, walking back to the other girls.  "We're all set.  He's taking care of the baby tonight."
    "But where are you taking me?" Ashley asked one last time, frustrated.
    "Just dress up."
     
    *****
     
    Ashley grumbled the whole time she got ready to leave in her tiny room.  She hadn't had time yet to transfer her things into Barrett's room.  She pulled on another of her new sundresses and a pair of sandals, hoping it would be appropriate for whatever Kalee and Brook had in mind.  Moreover she hoped