Temporary Nanny. Carrie Weaver

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      Royce glanced at Katy, checking her reaction. No obvious signs of disgust. She seemed to be absorbed in cooking. Her gaze met his, then slid away.

      “Did they let you keep it?” the boy asked.

      “Keep what?” He turned his attention to Jake. “My hand? Nope. It was blown to smithereens.” So much for not getting too graphic. But the kid had asked.

      Jake seemed to digest that information. “Oh.”

      “Jake, would you please set the table?” Katy handed him three colorful stoneware plates. “Silverware for everyone, then a soda for you. Special occasion.”

      The kid’s whoop of excitement made Royce smile. “It takes so little to make them happy at that age.”

      “He won’t be so excited when I remind him he’s grounded for his part in this escapade. He disobeyed the rules.”

      “I’m sorry I got him in trouble.”

      “He’s usually a good boy, but there are moments when he’s a handful. Do you have kids?” She held up a hand. “No, don’t answer that. Jake’s grilled you enough already.”

      Royce smiled. “I don’t mind. I have a grown son, Michael. We’re not close, but I thought I’d reconnect with him while I’m stateside.”

      “Stateside?”

      “Yeah, I was working in Russia when the accident happened. People tend to assume it was something cloak-and-dagger with the Russian Mafia. Truth is, I was welding and there was a propane leak. Sparks from a welder don’t mix well with combustibles.”

      She made a face. “How horrible.”

      “It wasn’t fun. I thought I was dead, so waking up in a German hospital was a real bonus.”

      “And probably every day after that.”

      “Not quite…but it’s getting better. Jake’s been a welcome distraction.”

      She hesitated. “Why did you answer him? I mean, it’s a little unusual for a grown man to play spy with a boy.”

      “Hey, you don’t think I’m some sort of weirdo, do you?”

      “No, not at all,” she quickly assured him. Almost too quickly.

      “In case you have any lingering doubts, I have both Russian and U.S. government clearance for my work abroad. I bet I’m the safest guy on the block, maybe even the state.”

      “That’s good to know.” She wiped down the kitchen counter. “Does your son live in Phoenix?”

      “Michael’s based out of Charlotte. He’s busy becoming the next phenomenon of the racing world.”

      “Wait, you said your name is McIntyre? Is your son the Michael McIntyre?”

      “Yes. You’ve heard of him?” Though his voice rang with pride, Royce knew he couldn’t take credit for Michael’s accomplishments. Tess deserved that.

      “Who hasn’t? But I’m a Ryan Pearce fan myself. I grew up around cars. My dad was a ringman at car shows and I followed in his footsteps. I help keep track of the bids and bidders and I occasionally do the calling when the auctioneer needs a break.”

      “I imagine that takes a special talent.”

      “Talking really, really fast.” Laughter transformed her face and made her eyes crinkle at the corners. Combined with her upturned nose, she looked a bit like a mischievous elf. “Seriously, I love what I do, both as ringman and backup auctioneer. It requires a working knowledge of classic cars and the ability to read people, work a crowd, anticipate eventualities. I’ve heard some people refer to it as a gift.”

      “I bet.”

      “The only drawback is the long hours leading up to an auction and the occasional out-of-town event. At first, there weren’t many of those. But since we’ve expanded, I’m spending one, maybe two weekends a month on the road. That makes child-care arrangements tricky. And I hate being away from Jake.”

      Royce opened his mouth to urge her to make the most of her time with her son, to move heaven and earth to be with him every moment she could. Otherwise, she’d wake up and Jake would be grown and gone. But he didn’t usually give unsolicited advice.

      “I guess that makes life complex,” he said instead.

      She nodded. “I have a part-time nanny who coordinates with my mom. I’m lucky I was able to work something out between the two of them. Otherwise it would cost me an arm and a leg.”

      “No doubt.” He’d never really thought about child care. But he bet Tess sure had. More and more, he realized how much he owed her. And thought she had more to show for her life than all his adventures in foreign lands. She’d raised a terrific son, while Royce had let go of everything that mattered.

      “Are you okay?” Katy asked.

      “Yes, fine.” He smiled, trying to chase away his regrets.

      Katy got pot holders from a drawer and removed the enchiladas from the oven.

      Inhaling, Royce said, “Man, I haven’t smelled anything that good in a long time.”

      Katy grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

      He raised an eyebrow.

      “In a platonic way.”

      “Too bad. The other way’s a lot more fun.” Flirtations had always been a handy distraction in the past.

      But Katy didn’t seem to think so, he could tell. Her posture was wary.

      “Sorry, I was out of line.” Royce hurried to reassure her. “I’ve forgotten what it’s like outside the ex-pat world.”

      Her stance relaxed. “I can always use another friend. Romance is out of the question.”

      Royce opened his mouth to ask her why, then shut it. It was none of his business. And it was time he faced his problems instead of trying to lose himself in the closest woman who smelled nice.

      “Dinner’s ready. Would you mind getting the salad out of the fridge, Royce?”

      “Sure.” He liked that she treated him like anyone else. It made it easier to pretend he was like anyone else. Removing a green salad from the refrigerator, he placed it on the table next to the pan of enchiladas. There were already steaming bowls of Mexican- style rice and refried beans out.

      “Jake, dinner’s ready,” she called. Turning to Royce, she said, “We’re pretty informal. Serve yourself and have a seat.”

      Jake walked into the kitchen, then stood, waiting patiently. Either Mexican food wasn’t the kid’s favorite or Katy had done a good job teaching him manners.

      Royce’s stomach growled as he loaded his plate. “You СКАЧАТЬ