The Nanny's Christmas Wish. Ami Weaver

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      Chapter Two

      Her nephew, so far, hated her.

      Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. Maggie braced her arms on the kitchen counter and let her head fall forward with a sigh. Almost lunchtime on their very first day together and Cody hadn’t spoken more than four words to her. And only then because she’d spoken to the little boy first. It would take time for him to adjust, this she knew. It didn’t bother her. Really.

      If only he wouldn’t look at her like he might a particularly freaky bug. He edged around her like he expected her to squirt something vile at any moment.

      She squared her shoulders and her resolve. She was not here in the capacity of auntie. To Cody, she was the nanny and a poor sub for Mrs. Herman at that.

      The shrill of the phone snapped Maggie back to reality. She grabbed the handset off the counter. “Hello?”

      “Maggie. It’s Josh.” Oh, Lord. Her insides did a totally unwelcome little flip. “How’s everything going there so far?”

      “Morning, Josh,” she said, glad her voice remained steady. “We’re doing just fine.” True enough. Just not the kind of fine she’d hoped for.

      “That’s good.” The relief in his voice rang in her ear. “Sorry I wasn’t there this morning,” he added. “I rotate on calls with two other docs. I usually get calls every night I’m on. Not all of them involve me having to go in to the hospital, though.”

      “It’s okay. I understand.” She prowled around the kitchen. Talking to him on the phone wasn’t much easier than doing it in person. Here he was right in her ear and she couldn’t put distance between them.

      “Is he right there?” Josh asked. “I’d like to talk to him for a minute.”

      Maggie headed for the stairs. “Of course. He’s got his trains out in his room. Hold on.”

      She called for Cody, who came running when he heard it was his dad. After a brief chat, and numerous looks slid Maggie’s way, from which she deduced the conversation was about her, Cody handed the phone to her and returned to his trains without a backward glance. She stared at his retreating form with a muffled sigh and lifted the handset to her ear.

      “Josh? Still there?” The bright note in her voice sounded false, even to her.

      “Yeah,” he said, sounding distracted. “But I have to go. My next patient is here. Give Cody time, Maggie. He’s a little shy. He’ll come around.”

      “Of course he will. We really are doing fine here, Josh,” she assured him. “I’m not worried.” Much.

      “Good. Listen, I’ll give you a call later if it looks like I’ll be late getting home.” Maggie heard a female voice in the background and the rustle of paper.

      “That’s fine. See you then.”

      “Bye.” Click.

      The dial tone sounded in her ear. Maggie stood and stared at the phone for a second before replacing it in its cradle on the wall. She released a long breath. If she couldn’t get a handle on this bizarre attraction to Josh, what would she do?

      Maggie stalked over to the fridge and yanked open the door in search of lunch for Cody. “I know exactly what I’ll do,” she muttered as she pulled out sliced turkey. “I’ll work harder to get over it.”

      She wasn’t stupid enough to fall for her boss.

      Again.

      * * *

      Josh tipped his chair back and stared at the ceiling of his office where he’d taken advantage of a few quiet moments to scarf lunch and call Maggie.

      It’s just because it’s their first day alone. It didn’t have anything to do with Maggie’s long legs or that smooth, dark hair that fell in a thick mass past her shoulders. Nothing to do with those clear blue eyes, or the wariness with which she watched him. And, of course, he wasn’t thinking about her because he was attracted to her.

      Not at all.

      She was the nanny for God’s sake.

      “Hey, Doc.” Marta, his nurse, leaned in his office. “Julie Henney’s ready in One.”

      Great. “Thanks. I’ll be right there,” he said, and let the chair legs thump forward onto the floor. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Julie Henney for an actual illness, unless he considered her inability to take a hint a sickness.

      “Everything all right?” Marta asked and Josh arched a brow.

      “Of course. Why do you ask?” Marta possessed the finely tuned radar of a protective older sister, except she was younger and not related to him at all. Well, unless he counted the fact she’d married his best friend.

      “You just seem a little distracted.”

      Josh shrugged. “No, everything’s fine. Just Cody’s first day with his new nanny, that’s all.” The truth as far as it went.

      Marta nodded and seemed to accept it. Josh struck out for Exam One, where Julie Henney waited.

      Before opening the door he grabbed her chart from the box and steeled himself. Ms. Henney had been after him for years. In fact, she’d offered him what she’d termed comfort not two months after Lucy’s death. The memory still made his stomach turn.

      The worst part? Lucy had considered Julie a good friend.

      He pushed open the door and fixed what he hoped was a neutral expression on his face. He couldn’t give an inch or she’d be all over him like he was a chocolate buffet. “Hi, Julie. What brings you here today?”

      She perched on the end of the table, her skinny legs crossed at the ankle, her skirt stopping midthigh. She’d braced on her arms, leaning forward, no doubt to be sure he’d get an eyeful of what he knew to be artificially enhanced cleavage since he’d recommended the surgeon. Bottle blond hair loose and silky on her shoulders? Check. Pout firmly in place, predatory gleam in her pale blue eyes? Double check.

      She must have broken up with her latest sugar daddy.

      “Hey, Josh.” Her voice was a throaty purr.

      “Let’s see.” He made a show of examining Marta’s few notes. “You’re here for a sore throat?”

      She shifted on the table. Probably to make sure he noticed her rack. “Yes.”

      Josh grabbed his laryngoscope and clicked it on. “Open up so I can see.”

      When he shone it down her throat—no redness, no drainage, no surprise—Julie grabbed his arm. She looped one foot СКАЧАТЬ