Daddy on Demand / Déjà You: Daddy on Demand / Déjà You. Lynda Sandoval

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      “Before Thanksgiving if not sooner. There’s some training courses she’s compelled to take. I don’t suppose you’d at least be willing to go shopping with me after we eat and help me pick out bunk beds and girly things like sheets and towels and whatever will make the second guest room seem less of the white space than it currently is?”

      “Me? I can’t see that I’d be much help to you.”

      “Remember the phone call I asked you to make when Addison felt jilted after her mother was unavoidably scheduled for an overnight flight and was late getting home? You had Addie convinced that there’d been an FAA computer glitch shutting down the entire southern part of the U.S. Not even Santa could have gotten through had it been Christmas Eve. Frankly, I should have put you into the company’s intern program then and there.”

      “So why didn’t you? I was qualified. I have my degree.”

      “Because…I don’t remember.”

      “Liar.”

      Collin reached for his glass, found it empty and sighed. “So I am. What if I promise to tell after Cass comes back?”

      Sabrina took a sip of her wine, but decided she would leave it unfinished. If she was feeling halfway tempted by his offer, that was proof the drink was going straight to her head.

      “What you just did for me back at Mrs. Finch’s,” she began, “that was kind and generous, but you can’t just crush a person’s dreams, then in the second you find yourself in a bind, expect me to forget the offense.”

      “Nor should you. This would be a good time to talk salary.”

      As he did, Sabrina grew increasingly conflicted. What he offered would not only guarantee that she could pay him back in a matter of weeks, but she could also save for a new place before his sister’s return. She doubted many nannies saw that kind of income unless they worked for one of Hollywood’s elite.

      “What haven’t I said that would explain why I’m not getting some positive response from you?” Collin asked when she remained silent.

      Their attentive waitress brought Collin another drink and Sabrina waited for her to leave before summoning the courage to speak the rest of her mind. “All right,” she began. “If I take this job, I’d like to know the truth about why I lost my position. Not later. Now.”

      Collin slumped against the high-backed booth. “I see utter and complete failure in my future—and a likely trip to the E.R.”

      “I’ve never committed bodily harm in my life.”

      “Trust me, there’s a first time for everything.”

      So it was worse than she thought? What could she possibly have done?

      Looking everywhere but at her, he continued, “Okay. I want a promise that you won’t file legal action, or let what I say impair your decision.”

      “Have you lost your mind?”

      “The girls really need you and, therefore, I promise to act the perfect gentleman throughout.”

      “Maybe being a full decade younger than you makes you think that I lack the ability to meet your standards in maturity—”

      “Okay, so I’m laughable in that vein and should have stopped while I was ahead.”

      “But if I accept a job, professionalism is guaranteed,” she said, folding her hands primly before her.

      Collin had been slowly shaking his head since she began speaking and didn’t stop when she did.

      “What is your problem?” she snapped.

      “The truth is…the only reason I did what I did was…I found you too tempting to be around.”

      Sabrina couldn’t believe her ears. “You didn’t just say that?”

      “Speaking that once in one’s lifetime should be sufficient punishment. Sort of like dousing charcoal with lighter fluid.”

      “But you made my life hell and ruined any chance I had for advancement by shoving me into a cellar where you knew I would have to quit.”

      “Guilty.”

      Instead of calling him the few choice names that flashed neon bright in her mind, Sabrina grabbed her purse and began to wriggle out of the booth.

      “Wait! You promised.”

      “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t slug you with this bag. I just wish I had known sooner what a lowlife you can be.”

      “A coward when it comes to serious relationships and commitment, maybe, but I take exception to ‘lowlife.’ I once bent the entire frame on my car to avoid squashing a teensy squirrel. And remember how you cooed that I have current photos of my nieces in my billfold?” Collin urged her back into the booth. “Sabrina, does it matter at all that I have hated myself every day since?”

      “No. You’d say anything to be rescued from having to care for those children on your own.” But inside, Sabrina’s heart was pounding. Like the most repressed lonely heart, her mind had locked in on one phrase: “I found you too tempting to be around.”

      What was wrong with her? She hadn’t fallen for him or his so-called charisma, and knew exactly what an incorrigible flirt he was. Most of all she didn’t need a man in her life to feel fulfilled.

      Raising her chin, she looked him straight in the eye. “If you’d been direct and honest with me, we could have saved each other a great deal of humiliation and embarrassment. Under further consideration, I’ll take the job—not only to help Cassidy with her babies, but also to make my point. As far as I’m concerned, you are entirely resistible.”

      Chapter Two

      “They’re too young for bunk beds.”

      Rushing ahead of Sabrina to hold open the door to the furniture store for her, Collin thought of several replies he could make. So far on the drive from the restaurant to here, she had criticized or rejected ninety percent of his ideas for changing the third bedroom in his condo. While willing to take the heat for the offense that put him at the top of the food chain in her opinion, he was about to send out a “systems overload!” alert.

      “You don’t know my sister’s kids,” he said with increased emphasis. “They’re three going on graduate school.”

      “Three means their bones are still soft, and many a child that age sleeps restlessly or wakes in the middle of the night needing the bathroom, or in this case, missing her mommy. A fall from the top bunk could be dangerous, even fatal.”

      “Why didn’t Cassie say anything about that? I’m sure I mentioned the idea to her. I think.” Collin rubbed his forehead as doubt set in. The truth was it seemed like a month since his sister had sent his comfortable existence into chaos and panic, and no, he didn’t remember anything they’d discussed regarding the kids other than the fact that she would be gone for four months.

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