Taming The Beast. Amy Fetzer J.

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      “Then you should feel right at home here.”

      “Yes, actually, I do.”

      Richard needed her to feel welcome, and with Kelly arriving in the morning, he was desperate for her to remain, especially since Katherine Davenport had called this morning and said she couldn’t find a qualified replacement soon enough. Richard decided that she was mad at him and wasn’t looking hard, anyway.

      A few minutes later a knock rattled the door and Richard stepped near, peering through the peephole. She certainly was persistent.

      “Leave it there.”

      She stuck her tongue out at the door.

      “Charming, Miss Cambridge,” he said dryly.

      Laura smiled weakly and set the tray aside. “Mr. Blackthorne, about last night…”

      Richard groaned to himself and tapped the intercom beside the door. “It was wrong of me to touch you.”

      “Why?”

      He blinked. “You’re my daughter’s nanny.”

      “And convenient, huh?”

      “What?”

      She winced at the bite in his tone. “Well, I’m here and a woman, and—”

      “Terribly easy on the eyes.”

      Her lips twisted into a bitter line. She almost wished she was scarred like Blackthorne. At least she’d know men wouldn’t want her for just her looks. “That’s not what I meant.”

      “Wondering how long I’ve been without a woman?”

      The husky drawl of those words weakened her knees. “Of course not!”

      “Liar.”

      She folded her arms over her middle and glared at the door. “Name-calling is a childish defense.”

      “Sorry.”

      “Forget I mentioned it.”

      “I will.”

      “Fine.” But she didn’t trust that. Especially when he kept the world at arm’s length, then suddenly grabbed her last night as if she were a lifeline on a sinking ship. Yet she could not ignore the electricity she’d felt then, the heat jumping through her. And the need to touch him, to feel the hardness of his tall body. He made her feel small and defenseless and in those few seconds, cherished.

      It was not something she could easily forget.

      “If you want seconds, just holler,” she said, and her steps thumped down the staircase.

      Richard took the tray inside and gaped at the monstrous amount of food: eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, coffee, toast, jam, hash browns and even grits. He was going to have to run an extra mile for this, he thought, and sat down to enjoy it. And not think of the woman who’d prepared it.

      Contact between them was minimal for the rest of the day, and Richard had waited impatiently for night to fall, for shadows to envelop him and give him freedom. He felt like a damned vampire; the night was his friend, although it was the daytime and the sun he loved.

      Now he stared down at the woman sprawled on his sofa, asleep, an open book on her chest. He tilted his head to read the title. Children and Grief. It hit him again how much Kelly would rely on her when he wished it was him she would turn to for comfort. But he’d only make it worse for her. God, he wanted to hold his baby, know all about her, read to her and simply watch her grow and learn. He cursed Andrea again for not letting him share Kelly’s life. He realized, with tremendous regret, that he was relying on Laura to love his daughter in his place.

      Laura tapped her foot as the ferry docked and the fantail gate lowered. People strolled off the boat, and she searched the crowd for the little girl, for the nurse who would escort her here. What she found was the most beautiful child she’d ever seen, dark-haired and cherub-faced, her hand clinging to Katherine Davenport’s manicured fingers.

      She met her old sorority sister’s gaze and smiled. “I’m glad you brought her.”

      Katherine glanced down at the little girl and smiled. “I thought someone familiar would be better than a stranger.”

      Laura could see the question in Katherine’s eyes, as to how it was going between her and Richard Blackthorne, and not wanting to give even a hint of last night, she was grateful when a man came up with Kelly’s bags. Laura led him to the SUV Richard let her use, and he hefted the cases into the back seat. She tipped him and returned to the pair.

      Laura knelt and smiled at Kelly. The little girl buried her face in Katherine’s skirts.

      “Hi, I’m Laura,” she said anyway.

      “Hullo,” came the muffled reply.

      Katherine inched away, forcing Kelly to look at her.

      Laura sat on the ground Indian-style as if they had all the time in the world. “Been a tough week, huh?”

      “Yup.”

      “Well I’m going to take very good care of you, Kelly.” Still the child looked at her warily. “I promise. I know how to do lots of things. We can play on the beach, ride bikes and maybe even ride a horse.”

      That perked her up and Laura prayed she remembered how to ride. “Your daddy has three horses, and I don’t think they get much exercise, so we will have to take care of them.”

      “Did you see my daddy?”

      The hope in her voice brought a sting to Laura’s eyes. “Yes. He’s very nice.”

      “Momma said he was hurt.”

      “Your mommy was right, he was. But he’s okay now.” She wasn’t about to scare the child with details. “He just doesn’t like to be stared at.”

      Kelly’s brows knitted as if she was trying to understand that if he was okay, why didn’t he like being looked at. Laura wanted to postpone that meeting till Kelly was settled and feeling safe.

      “So, are you ready to see your new house?” Kelly nodded, chewing on the corner of her sweater. Laura reached up and pulled it free. “Speak up, I can’t hear your brain’s rattle.”

      The child almost smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

      “You’re going to love it, Kelly. It’s a castle, just like in Cinderella.”

      “Really?” the girl said.

      “Really.”

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