Baby Steps

"You get back here, Cass Carter!"

Dana Malone zipped across the sales floor after her rapidly retreating partner, nearly landing on her butt when a crawling baby shot out in front of her from behind a St. Bernard-sized Elmo. Half a wobble and a shuffle later, she was back on track. "What do you mean, I have to do it—ouch!"

"Watch out for the new high chair," the long-legged, denim-skirted blonde tossed back, cradling the tiny head jutting out from a Snugli strapped to her chest.

"Thanks," Dana grumbled, rubbing her hip as she snaked her way through cribs and playpens, Little Tikes' playhouses and far too many racks of gently used baby clothes. Her two partners—and their skinny little fannies—could navigate the jumbled sales floor with ease. For Dana, the space was a minefield. As was Cass's request. "Have you lost your ... read full excerpt from Baby Steps ebook