The Tycoon's Instant Daughter. Christine Rimmer

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      But still, she didn’t shut the door on him. She only stood there, her fingers nervously stroking the small lace ruffle at the neck of her nightgown.

      All right, she thought. He wants to talk money. We’ll talk money. We can do that quickly. And then he can go. “Well, um. As I told you before, I’m on vacation anyway. So it isn’t really necessary for you to—”

      He swore. “Don’t give me that. I hired you to do a job. You will be paid for it.”

      “It’s only for a few—”

      “Just name a price.”

      “Okay. Fine. How about a daily rate?”

      “Good. Whatever.” He kept staring at her neck, where her hand fiddled with the lace. She made herself lower that hand, and then felt too exposed to simply drop it to her side. So she wrapped both arms around her middle and came up with a figure.

      “I’d pay more,” he said.

      “You said to name a price. I did. Accept it.”

      “Well. If you’re sure…”

      “I’m sure. We can settle up when I leave.”

      “All right, then,” he said with finality.

      But then he just stood there.

      And so did she.

      After what seemed like a year, he asked, “So. You’re all right? Comfortable? Got everything you need?”

      “Yes. The room is very nice. I have no complaints at all.”

      “Good.”

      More silence. She found herself studying the strong line of his jaw, noticing, in the wash of light from the floor lamp behind her, that there were strands of silver in his dark hair—only a little, at the temples. It gave him a rather distinguished look. He was wearing the same dress shirt he’d worn that afternoon, a beautiful blue one. It had a lovely rich luster. He also wore dark slacks.

      The clothes fit him perfectly. He probably had a tailor who made them especially for him. He would require custom fitting, for those wide shoulders and powerful arms—and that deep, strong chest that tapered down to a tight, hard waist.

      They were staring at each other. And they’d been doing it for too long.

      He seemed to shake himself. “It just occurred to me…”

      “Yes?”

      “Feel free to use my sitting room across the hall for the interviews.”

      “Thank you.” Her own voice pleased her mightily right then. She sounded so self-possessed. “I will use the room, if we need a place to sit down and talk.”

      “Good then,” he said. And was quiet again.

      Suddenly he seemed to realize that he couldn’t just stand there, staring at her for the rest of the night, waiting for some other piece of information to occur to him.

      “Well. I suppose I should let you get back to…whatever it was you were doing,” he said.

      She couldn’t help grinning. He actually was rather appealing like this, kind of confused and strangely dear. She heard herself volunteer, “I was just pacing the floor, thinking up my list of qualifications for the new nanny. I’m going to put an ad in the paper and try a few of the best employment agencies. So far, I’ve come up with, ‘Dependable, loving and live-in…’ Any suggestions?”

      He smiled back at her. Oh, the man could smile. No wonder he had women dropping like flies. “How about ‘Experienced?”’

      “Good one.”

      “And ‘References Required.”’

      “Oh, absolutely. I got that. I did. And I wanted to ask you, what about salary? And maybe I should know a little more about the benefits package you offer.”

      He quoted a very generous figure. “As to benefits—full medical, and we have a dental plan. And an optical plan, as well. All the major holidays—or time and a half if she agrees to work a holiday. And two weeks vacation a year.”

      Hannah could see that she’d have no trouble at all filling this job—good money, fine benefits and the chance to watch Becky take her first step, sound out her first word, learn to ride a bike…

      What more could any woman ask for? If she didn’t watch herself, she’d end up pea-green with envy of the woman she was planning to hire.

      “Anything else?” he asked. He looked kind of hopeful. And for some reason that made her want to try to think up more questions.

      But how wise would that be?

      “Um. No. I think that’s everything. Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.” He kept smiling that killer smile.

      But after a minute it faded.

      He finally said, “All right. Good night.”

      “Yes. Good—”

      They both heard the cry at the same time—well, it was more of a whine, really. A small, fussy, tender little sound. They stared at each other. Hannah was holding her breath.

      And she knew that he was, too.

      Another whine. And then a louder one. And then an outright cry.

      Hannah told him ruefully, “Someone is calling me.” She moved forward a fraction, and then hesitated. “Excuse me.”

      “Oh. Sorry.” He stepped back, out of the doorway.

      She brushed past him.

      Cord just stood there, staring after her as her bare feet whispered across the playroom floor, the bit of snowy-white nightgown that showed beneath her robe seeming to glow in the darkness as she retreated. When she disappeared through the door to the baby’s bedroom, he bestirred himself and followed.

      She was lifting Becky from the crib as he reached her side.

      “She might be wet. And she’s probably hungry. I usually feed her around eleven. And she’s a good girl.” She cooed something appreciative into Becky’s tiny ear, then added, over the baby’s shoulder, “After this, she’ll most likely sleep through the rest of the night.”

      She turned for the white bureau nearby, the one with the changing pad on top. He had a feeling what was coming. And it was.

      She laid the squalling baby on her back, then slid a finger down her diaper. “Yep. Time for a change.”

      He considered backing up until he was out the door. But unfortunately, she spoke before he could get his legs to move.

      “Come on.” She flicked on the little carousel wall lamp next to the bureau. “You need to learn how to СКАЧАТЬ