A Nanny Under the Mistletoe: A Nanny Under the Mistletoe / Single Father, Surprise Prince!. Teresa Southwick

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СКАЧАТЬ more than a few minutes later Jess returned. “Okay. Everything is taken care of. The doctor will be here in a few minutes to fix you up and pretty soon you can go home.”

      “Thank you, Uncle Jess.”

      The small, sad voice brought a pained look to his face. “Morgan, I’m very sorry you had to wait so long.”

      “That’s okay.”

      “No, it isn’t,” he said. “I didn’t get the message and it’s my responsibility to let the doctor know he can do what’s necessary to make you better. I was in a meeting.”

      “Was it important?” Morgan asked.

      “Yes. It means lots of people will have jobs.”

      “That’s pretty important,” the little girl agreed.

      Jess shook his head. “My secretary didn’t give me the message.”

      “Why not?”

      “Because I told her not to.”

      “You made a rule?”

      “I guess you could say that.” He reached out with one finger and brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “I just want you to know that I’m very sorry you had to hang around here so long.”

      Libby waited for him to say that nothing like this would ever happen again. He didn’t. She knew Jess took a promise very seriously and the flip side of that was not to make a vow you couldn’t keep. But this was one that he should move heaven and earth to make and not break.

      “So,” he said, looking down at Morgan. “Other than this trip to the emergency room, how was your day?”

      “Okay.” The small smile she’d given him disappeared. “But I’m scared about gettin’ stitches.”

      “I can see where you would be,” he said seriously. “But I’ve had them before.”

      “Really?” Her eyes widened. “Is it gonna hurt?”

      “The doctor is going to give you some medicine that will make you not feel anything.” He held up his finger. “But here’s the thing. The medicine comes through a needle, a really small one and it will feel like a little pinch. Then it might burn for a couple of seconds. After that, you won’t feel anything.”

      “Promise?”

      He made the cross over his heart and held up two fingers. “Swear.”

      He’d told her the truth, Libby realized. It would have been easy to lie and tell her it wouldn’t hurt, but he hadn’t done that. Which made his omission about promising to be accessible to Morgan all the more significant. If he couldn’t make that promise, Libby would see to it that nothing like this ever happened again. She’d make sure that if Morgan needed anything she wouldn’t have to wait. Maybe it was time to do something she’d been considering for a while—consult a lawyer about her alternatives for obtaining legal custody of Morgan.

      He’d cited his sense of duty, but in her opinion love should trump obligation.

      She didn’t ever want this little girl to wait for what she needed until Jess could find time to be available. She didn’t ever want this precious child to feel like an unwanted obligation. Libby knew from firsthand experience how painful growing up that way could be.

      Twenty-four hours later things were back to normal, whatever that was. Morgan was in the Nooks and Nannies after-school program, where she was being watched over and pampered so Libby had felt confident in resuming her teaching duties. A lot of parents counted on child care and the kids could be thrown off by a substitute. If Morgan needed her, she was right down the hall, as opposed to Jess, who had meetings and left orders not to be disturbed for any reason.

      Still, after he’d arrived at the emergency room and expedited the little girl’s treatment, he’d been great, making her laugh, distracting her while the doctor stitched her hand. Then he’d taken them home, with a detour to a toy store where he bought what he’d called her brave-little-girl reward. Libby had experienced the E.R. with and without him and definitely preferred him there. Which was a bummer since he couldn’t be counted on to show up when needed.

      Her classroom door opened and Sophia Green walked in. “Hi, Lib.”

      Her stomach clenched. “Is Morgan okay?”

      “Fine. I just checked on her.” The preschool director sighed. “Are you going to the bad place every time you see me now?”

      “No.” And that was a big fat lie.

      “Give it time.” She sat in the chair beside the desk. “Morgan says her hand doesn’t hurt. I think that very impressive bandage is helping in that regard.”

      “Good. She does like her Band-Aids.”

      “Miss Connie is keeping her quiet. Which isn’t really all that difficult.” Sophia frowned. “How is Morgan coping with losing her parents?”

      Libby thought about the question. “Fine. She seemed to take the news okay and was a trouper at the memorial service.” Now Libby frowned as she mulled it over. “But she never asked many questions and now she doesn’t talk about them at all.”

      “I see.”

      But Libby didn’t miss the deepening worry lines. “She’s had to cope with moving. Jess is practically a stranger to her. That’s a lot for a little kid to deal with.”

      “How’s the arrangement working out?” Sophia asked. “I mean you being her nanny.”

      “You mean what’s he like. Admit it.”

      Sophia shrugged. “I think it’s perfectly normal to be curious about an above-average-looking wealthy man that my friend is living with.”

      Wow, that was an understatement in every way. Jess was drop-dead gorgeous and the penthouse lifestyle didn’t happen without a couple extra bucks in the bank. But the “living with” part made the arrangement sound way too personal.

      “I’m not living with him—”

      “So you commute there to fulfill nanny duties?” Sophia’s expression was all innocence except for the gleam in her gray eyes.

      “No. I’m a live-in nanny.”

      “So, how is that working for you?”

      It was Libby’s turn to shrug. “Nice place. Morgan doesn’t want for anything that money can buy.”

      “I hear a but.”

      “Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m a live-in nanny,” Libby hedged. “For Morgan’s sake.”

      “Are you concerned about her welfare?”

      “Yes.”

      “Why?” Sophia persisted.

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