The Nanny Who Kissed Her Boss. Barbara McMahon

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СКАЧАТЬ as she sipped her coffee. Here was a very frustrated, unhappy young person anxious to make things go her way, and they weren’t going to. What could she do to distract her? Get her off that line of thinking and on to exploring the possibilities the summer offered?

      Jacey faced her father defiantly. “She’ll be calling soon.”

      “Honey, your mother said when she brought you here that she wants you to spend the summer with me. I want you to have a good time. But if you decide to make it painful, so be it. We’re still going to California, all three of us.”

      “Did you tell her we’ll be shopping in San Francisco?” Savannah asked. She looked at Jacey. “I’ve been to the City by the Bay before. It’s a fabulous place. They have the crookedest street in the world there. Yummy seafood at the wharf. And the stores are to die for.”

      “Manhattan has the coolest stores,” Jacey said, not at all interested.

      “Other places can be cool, too, if you give them a chance,” Declan said.

      “I hate you!” Jacey jumped up. “Mom said you were always difficult. She was right!”

      She ran from the room. A moment later a door slammed.

      Savannah looked at Declan. “That went well,” she said. “Not. Is she always like that?”

      “Before Margo brought her over the other day, I hadn’t seen her since April. The hair and makeup is new since then. I think today was a new high in rudeness. Or maybe I mean a new low. With that attitude, we’re all going to be miserable.”

      He looked at her. “You’re still going, right? I know you have the right to refuse, but see her for what she could be, not how she’s acting today.”

      Savannah hesitated. She was a professional and knew she was good at her job. But this assignment would be more difficult than any other she’d had. Not only was the child rebellious and going through a definite Goth stage, Savannah was having trouble not focusing on the man sitting across from her.

      “I could try it. If nothing else, I’ll stick through the San Francisco portion. If it is untenable you’ll be on your own for the hiking part. But you’d be with her there and really not need a nanny.”

      He nodded. “I can handle that. It’s not what I want, but if it’s the best you’ll offer, I’ll take it. And hope you change your mind by the time we leave San Francisco.”

      “We don’t always get what we want,” Savannah said, rising. “I’ll meet you at the airport on Monday. What airline and flight? I imagine the next few days will prove challenging.” In more ways than dealing with his daughter.

      “I think getting her away from her mother will be the best thing for her. I haven’t told her yet there’s no cell service in the mountains,” Declan said, his expression one of bewilderment and frustration.

      “Won’t that be fun when she finds out,” Savannah said. She studied Declan, seeing his frustration beneath everything. It would prove interesting to see how he handled his daughter.

      Savannah hadn’t known her own father; he’d died when she was very little. But she’d have loved to have had a father like Declan, good-looking, successful and obviously concerned about his daughter.

      Suddenly she hoped the trip would go as planned for his sake.

      She walked to the door as he rose and followed her. She could almost feel the vibrations between them. Time and distance—that’s what she needed.

      He looked at her and caught her gaze, lifting an eyebrow in silent question.

      She looked away, too many memories.

      “We leave from JFK at ten, arrive in San Francisco shortly after noon.” He gave her the airline and said he could have a car pick her up.

      “Not necessary, I’ll be there.”

      She reached the door and ventured one more look at him. “Strictly business, right, Declan?”

      “Absolutely. Do you want to go over the itinerary before you go?” he asked.

      Savannah hesitated again, then shrugged. “I guess.” Every instinct clamored for her to leave, but curiosity got the better of her.

      “I have brochures and maps on the dining-room table,” he said. “Jacey, come in here, please. I want to show you something.”

      Jacey came out of her room by the time Savannah was seated. A couple of maps were spread out on the table, a scattering of brochures nearby. Jacey sat opposite Savannah while Declan took the head seat.

      “We’ll fly to San Francisco Monday. We’re staying right in the heart of the city. I’ll take you both with me to check in with the store and get our hiking gear. Want to do anything special after that?” he asked Jacey.

      When she merely shrugged, he turned to Savannah.

      “There’s so much to San Francisco. I think Jacey would enjoy the wharf, especially Pier 39. Then there’s the crookedest street in the world, everyone should see that. We can walk down or drive, it’s like a corkscrew. Chinatown’s fun. And we have to ride the cable cars.”

      She tried to put as much enthusiasm into the suggestions as she could. She watched Jacey as she spoke, wondering if anything would spark her interest.

      “There’s also some fabulous shopping around Union Square,” she added.

      “New York has fabulous shopping,” Jacey spoke up.

      Savannah nodded. “If you know where to shop.”

      “You don’t like my clothes?” Jacey immediately took up the challenge.

      “Not at all,” Savannah said.

      Declan frowned at her.

      “What? I’m supposed to pretend I do when I don’t? One thing I insist upon is absolute honesty with children,” Savannah said. Time this teen learned not everyone would kowtow to her behavior.

      “If you’re so honest why not say you’re interested in my dad and that’s why you’re going?”

      Savannah burst out laughing. “Oh, no, you have that wrong. I’m the reluctant one on this trip”

      Jacey looked at Declan, her expression puzzled. “Why?”

      “Various reasons. Anyway, I’ll be glad to show you some of the attractions in San Francisco while your father’s working. You can pick or I will,” Savannah said.

      “Whatever,” Jacey mumbled, staring at the map.

      “So we buy lots of stuff at your San Francisco store,” Savannah said, changing the subject and looking at Declan. “I have my own boots. I don’t need new ones. But a few new tops and cargo pants wouldn’t hurt.”

      “I don’t have anything like that. I don’t want to go hiking,” Jacey said.

      “We’ll have a couple of days in San Francisco, СКАЧАТЬ