Fortune's Little Heartbreaker. Cindy Kirk

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      Unable to move, she held her breath and stared into those brilliant blue eyes.

      His lips were a heartbeat away when little Ollie let out a high-pitched squeal. Shannon turned her head just in time to see him gleefully knock down the stack of blocks.

      Though he’d recently lost his mother, the child appeared happy and content, with the dog sitting upright beside him. Right now all was well in his life, and that warmed her heart. But the little boy’s world could quickly take a nosedive if Oliver hired any of the women Amelia had suggested.

      She shifted her gaze back to Oliver. The moment had vanished. It was almost as if it had never existed. This made Shannon wonder if it had been simply wishful thinking on her part.

      “Quinn isn’t much for gossip and your sister is relatively new to Horseback Hollow.” Shannon strove to keep her tone matter-of-fact. “I grew up here. I keep my ear to the ground.”

      The expression seemed to puzzle Oliver. His dark brows pulled together.

      “I know everything that goes on in this town,” she clarified. “Things your sister and even her husband might not know.”

      Understanding filled his eyes. “Tell me.”

      “Will you keep it confidential?” Though Shannon liked to have the scoop, she wasn’t a gossip. Okay, not much of one. The only reason she was considering sharing what she knew with Oliver was to protect Ollie.

      “Most certainly.”

      Based on what Shannon had observed, Oliver appeared to be an honorable man who loved his son and wanted the best for him.

      Hoping she wasn’t making a mistake dissing women his sister had recommended, Shannon went through the names on the list one by one. By the time they’d gone through three, Ollie had tired of his toys and was rubbing his eyes and whining. Barnaby sprawled on a nearby rug, snoring lightly.

      “Let’s break for a few minutes.” Oliver rose to his feet. “I need to change Ollie’s nappy and put him down for a kip.”

      He inclined his head, and she knew what he was asking without him saying a word.

      “I’ll wait.”

      “Your dinner plans?”

      “No worries.” Though it was almost five and the start of happy hour was seconds away, Shannon was no longer in a hurry to leave. “While you’re taking care of Ollie, I’ll make us another cup of that delicious tea.”

      “Thank you.”

      When he and his son disappeared down the hall, Shannon sent a quick text to her friends, canceling her appearance, then put the kettle on. By the time he returned from the bedroom, the tea was ready.

      “How is he?” She placed the two cups on the table.

      “Dry and sleeping.” He gestured toward the steaming tea. “Thank you for that...and for staying.”

      “I let my friends know I’d be late.” She raised a hand when he started to protest. “I want to finish this with you. We only have two names left.”

      He studied her for a long moment before dropping his gaze down to the list and pointing. “What about this one?”

      “Sally Steinacher drinks.” When Oliver opened his mouth, she continued. “Not just socially. She has a problem. The family did an intervention last year and she went through treatment, but she’s fallen off the wagon. Last week when I was in Vicker’s Corners, I spotted her coming out of a liquor store with a sack.”

      “Perhaps she was buying for a friend or a family member,” Oliver suggested.

      Shannon gave him a pitying glance. “What kind of friend or relative would send an alcoholic to buy them liquor? Even if someone were that stupid, Rachel and I ran into her later on the street and we both smelled alcohol on her breath.”

      Oliver lined through her name with a single precise stroke of his Montblanc pen, the same way he’d done with the previous three names. “We’ve now reached the last person on the list. Is Cissy Jirovec a possibility?”

      The hopeful look in his eye vanished when Shannon shook her head.

      “She used to live in Horseback Hollow. Cissy calls Vicker’s Corners home now. She’s a nice person and I know she did a lot of babysitting while she was growing up.”

      “Then what’s the issue?”

      There was something about having those vivid blue eyes focused on her that Shannon found unsettling. “The problem isn’t with Cissy. It’s with her boyfriend.”

      “I wouldn’t be hiring him.”

      “Wayne used to live in Horseback Hollow. He has a bad temper.”

      “What does her relationship with this man have to do with her suitability for the position?”

      “Wayne has a child from a relationship with another woman in Lubbock. Several years ago he lost his temper and broke his daughter’s arm. The doctors in the ER found other healed injuries when they examined the little girl. He was charged with felony child abuse. I read all about it in the Lubbock paper.”

      “He did this to his own child?”

      “He did.” Shannon nodded solemnly. “I would hope Cissy wouldn’t invite Wayne over while she was watching Ollie. But if Ollie were my son, I wouldn’t take the risk.”

      Just as he had with the previous four names, Oliver drew a line through Cissy’s name. With one hand he crumpled the sheet of paper.

      “I might have hired one of these women.” There was a look of restrained horror on his face.

      “On the surface they look good. But, don’t despair. The placement agency you’re working with is top-notch. They’ll do a good job of screening the candidates for you.” She offered him a reassuring smile. “You’ll find that right someone soon.”

      Oliver shook his head. “I think I’ve just found her. I want you to watch Oliver.”

      “Pardon me?”

      “Name your price.”

      “Mr. Fortune Hayes—”

      “Oliver,” he interrupted, offering her a smile that turned her bones to liquid. “If we’re going to be living under the same roof, it makes sense to be on a first-name basis.”

      Her breath caught in her throat. “What are you saying?”

      “We should be on a first-name basis. Don’t you agree?”

      “I—I suppose.”

      “Splendid.” The smile that split his face made him look almost boyish. “Shall we shake on it...Shannon?”

       Chapter Four

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