Her Christmas Wish. Kathryn Springer

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      “This was Uncle Eli’s room,” Olivia said. “Daddy said the walls used to be brown.” She made a face.

      “Is Uncle Eli your father’s brother?” Leah was anxious to piece together a picture of the Cavanaugh family.

      “He’s a doctor.” Olivia bounced onto the bed, toppling a pyramid of stuffed animals that had been resting on the pillow. “He married Aunt Rachel. Aunt Rachel has pretty hair. She likes to braid mine.” Olivia gave a long-suffering sigh. “I let her.”

      Leah chuckled. “I hope I get a chance to meet them.”

      “Aunt Rachel invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner,” Olivia informed her. “Uncle Eli told me I’d have to help make the pies because Aunt Rachel only knows how to order them from the cate…” Olivia stumbled over the unfamiliar word.

      “Caterer?” Leah guessed.

      “Yup. And Grammy and Papa are coming from Florida to eat turkey with us. Papa always brings me a new shell for my collection.”

      Leah tamped down the butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach once again. In the past, the families she worked for had always given her holidays off. She’d never been included in the actual celebrations, and even though she and Ben hadn’t worked out the specifics of her contract yet, she was sure that the Cavanaughs wouldn’t be any different.

      Olivia skipped across the room and opened a narrow door centered in the wall. “Do you want to see my room?”

      “I’d love to.”

      Leah followed her into a little girl’s wonderland. From the ruffled valances that framed the windows to the fluffy comforter on the bed, everything was iced in pink.

      Over the past five years, Leah had learned to tell a lot about the children in her life by their bedrooms. With a quick glance around the room, she could see that Olivia loved books, stuffed animals and music.

      She could also see that Olivia was well-loved but not overly indulged. There was no computer, expensive stereo or television in her room like there had been in some of the bedrooms of the children she’d cared for. Instead, there was an artist’s easel, a bin overflowing with ink pads and rubber stamps and a microphone attached to a tiny boom box. On a nightstand next to bed, one lone goldfish with a filmy tail resided in a very clean bowl.

      Her respect for Ben Cavanaugh rose even more. He was a good father.

      Thank You, Lord. The simple words took wing from deep inside her. Ben Cavanaugh was exactly the kind of father she had prayed for for Olivia. The kind of father she hadn’t had. And even though he seemed a bit rigid and controlled, she wondered if that hadn’t come from losing his wife at such a young age.

      For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

      The verse swept into her thoughts and Leah clung to it, just like she had the first time she’d heard it, shortly after she’d given her baby up for adoption. Her future had looked bleak. She was exhausted from carrying the guilt that weighted down her heart. But then she’d discovered that God loved her and had a plan for her. Those were the words that had brought healing to her life.

      As sure as Leah was that God had brought peace into her life, she knew that He’d also brought her to the Cavanaughs.

      Chapter Three

      Ben paused in the doorway, realizing that Olivia was so caught up in giving Leah an item-by-item description of her favorite things that she hadn’t noticed him yet.

      It gave him a few seconds to study the new nanny.

      As he watched, Leah put out her hand as if she was going to ruffle Olivia’s hair, but at the last second she withdrew it and crossed her arms instead. He wondered if she was the type of person who wasn’t comfortable with physical affection. When he was younger, he hadn’t been much of what his mother liked to call a “hugger” either, but having Olivia had changed that. The first time she’d grabbed his finger and squeezed it in her tiny fist, she’d won him over completely to the hugging side of life.

      For the second time that day, he had the feeling that he’d seen Leah somewhere before. Chestnut Grove wasn’t that big…he must have caught a glimpse of her at the park or the diner at some point in time.

      “This is Pearl….”

      Olivia finally took a breath and Ben took advantage of the opportunity to break into their conversation.

      “Is your room all right, Miss Paxson?”

      Olivia let out a little shriek and Leah jumped. He was surprised her feet could leave the ground in those boots.

      “Daddy, you scared us,” Olivia scolded.

      “I’m sorry.” He said the words automatically, even as he noticed that Leah’s cheeks were tinted pink.

      “It’s fine, Mr. Cavanaugh. Thank you.”

      “Miss Paxson said that I can use the door between our rooms,” Olivia said. “But she has more emergencies than Nanny B had.”

      Ben tried to decipher those cryptic words and gave up. “I know you have a spelling test tomorrow, peanut, so why don’t you study your list while Miss Paxson and I talk about some things.”

      Olivia looked disappointed but she nodded. “You’ll be here tomorrow, won’t you, Miss Paxson?”

      Leah glanced at him, almost as if she were wondering if he’d changed his mind. Not that he hadn’t spent most of the afternoon considering it! “I’ll be here when you get home from school.”

      “Nanny B always picked me up,” Olivia explained.

      “Then I suppose I’ll pick you up, too.”

      “Which is one of the things Miss Paxson and I need to talk about,” Ben said meaningfully to his daughter.

      “It was nice to meet you, Olivia,” Leah whispered before following him downstairs.

      Ben caught a whiff of something stirring the air that smelled like vanilla. He realized it was Leah. He quickened his pace a little and decided to talk to her in his office again instead of the living room.

      “Olivia seems to like you.” He motioned for Leah to sit down in the chair opposite his desk.

      “She’s a very sweet little girl.”

      Ben didn’t like feeling off-center. And the truth was he’d been feeling off-centered since that morning, when he’d interviewed Leah for the job. “My work takes me away from home a lot, Miss Paxson, and even though Olivia is in school full-time during the day, I don’t want her to be a latchkey kid when she comes home, making her own supper and waiting for me to come home in the evening. When Mrs. Baker left, I adjusted my schedule the best I could, but I will need you to take Olivia to school and pick her up at the end of day. I work most evenings until seven, and Saturday mornings, too. You can have one evening off per week and every Sunday.”

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