He refocused his attention on the résumé in front of him. “It says she’s orderly, organized and-within her standard routine template-will customize a schedule that fits our lifestyle.”

“Standard routine template?” Devin’s tone was incredulous.

He glanced at her again. “What?”

“There’s no standard routine template for raising babies. All babies are unique.”

“I’m sure she means meals and naps and walks and things.”

“Babies should sleep when they’re tired and eat when they’re hungry.”

Lucas blinked. That sounded an awful lot like chaos to him. “Are you joking?”

“Absolutely not. Routines ought to be child-led for the first few years.”

He paused, squinting at her. “You’re messing with me, right?”

She whisked the résumé out of his hand and put it facedown on the table. “Next.”

“Put the baby in charge? Good grief, Devin. It’s a baby.”

She took the next résumé from the pile. “Early childhood certificate from Boise College.”

“Idaho?”

“‘Within broad boundaries, will create a positive, nurturing environment that respects the individuality and creativity of each child.’”

“Is that code for raising spoiled, ill-mannered hooligans?”

“I think it’s code for kindness and compassion.”

Lucas snagged the résumé from her hand and put it facedown with the other. “Next.”

“Hey!”

“You get a veto? Then so do I.”

Devin compressed her lips.

“You want to split the pile?” he asked. Maybe they could narrow it down a little by swapping their acceptable choices.

“Can we do it tomorrow?”

Lucas glanced at his watch. Nine-thirty. “What’s wrong with now?” He didn’t believe in procrastination. When a job needed to get done, you did it.

“I’m a little tired.”

He couldn’t help a reflexive eye-roll. “From swimming in the pool and lounging in the sun?”