The Nanny Bargain. Glynna Kaye
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Название: The Nanny Bargain
Автор: Glynna Kaye
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474067836
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“I can see why. They resemble you. Your dad, he was divorced? Widowed?”
“Widower. When he moved to town to work with me at the Outpost, he met Vanessa Selby—Therese and Ray’s youngest daughter—who was fifteen years his junior. She’d spent most of her adult life on a mission field in South America. Never married. No children, but still young enough to have them and—” he chuckled, still marveling at how excited Dad had been when Vanessa announced she was pregnant “—lo and behold, that’s exactly what Anderson and Vanessa Banks did.”
“How old was your dad when the twins were born?”
“Fifty-three.”
“Brave man.”
“That’s my dad, alright. But after he’d lived alone for so many years, I could hardly begrudge him a little happiness.”
“It’s a shame it was short-lived.”
“Yeah. It is.” More than anyone knew.
“There are so many things I can’t pretend to understand,” she said softly, “and this is one of them.”
He didn’t understand it either. Oh, he understood the free-will part, that he’d used his to mess up and there had been deadly consequences. But just as when his mother died from a series of strokes when he was eleven, where was God when Dad arrived home to find the house on fire? Where was He when Dad got the boys out, but couldn’t save Vanessa, too?
A muscle tightened in his throat. No, he didn’t understand it at all.
“I’m sorry if I’ve stirred sad memories.”
She’d picked up on that, had she?
As they approached the Selbys’ place and the boys raced ahead, the porch light softly illuminated Tori’s face, her compassion-filled eyes. She halted at the edge of the yard. “You lost your father like your little brothers did.”
“But I had him for a lot of years,” he reminded her quietly. “I have real memories of the greatest mom and dad in the world. Memories my younger brothers will never have.”
“No, but you can make your memories of him come alive for them, can’t you? Teach them about the man their daddy was? You can show them by example the way he lived and how he’d want them to live, too.”
That sounded nice, but he hadn’t lived the way his father had. Not by a long shot.
Before he could respond, an approaching car slowed and turned into the driveway, headlights briefly flashing over them. The Selbys were back, and they probably weren’t overjoyed to see him standing in the shadows with Tori.
“Thank you for walking us home, Sawyer.”
“Anytime.”
As their grandparents exited the vehicle, the boys dashed off the porch and into their open arms.
Sawyer caught Ray’s pointed stare in his direction. No doubt the boys’ grandfather would be having a heart-to-heart with Tori tonight.
Warning her to keep her distance.
“The way you talk, you kids must think your mom and dad are ready to be put out to pasture.”
At the sound of Therese’s brittle laughter, Tori paused in the doorway to the kitchen Thursday morning. She was on the phone, pacing the floor, but motioned Tori to come in. In the two weeks since Tori started the job, she and the boys’ grandmother had fallen into taking turns preparing lunch on weekdays. Never anything elaborate or time-consuming. Healthy and light. But it was an enjoyable family time for the five of them. Today was Tori’s day as chef.
“Well, stop with the worrying, Curtis,” Therese continued as Tori opened a cabinet and pulled out the boys’ favorite drinking glasses. Superman for Landon. Snoopy for Cubby. “We’re doing fine. Maybe slowing down. But I’ve read that seventies are the new sixties, you know. We don’t need any of you hovering over us...Yes, we now have help with the boys. A nice young woman who attends our church...Yes. Yes. Experienced with kids. She’s working out beautifully.”
She rolled her eyes at Tori and used her shoulder to tuck the phone by her ear, then opened the fridge to pull out a gallon of milk and set it on the counter. “If something comes up and we need help, trust that we still know how to pick up the phone...What? That’s not putting a whole lot of confidence in your dear old mom, now, is it?...Yes. Yes. I love you, too. Talk to you later.”
Therese hung up the landline phone. “Kids!”
Tori looked up from where she was setting the table. “Giving you a hard time?”
“Curtis. He’s our oldest. All our kids live in Los Angeles now and have been at us to move there, too, ever since we retired from teaching. But we want no part of that.” She shook her head. “Curtis has it in his head that Ray and I are on our last legs and don’t have the combined sense of a goose. Now he thinks the boys are too much for us. You know, at our advanced age.”
“Little boys can be a handful.”
“We’re doing fine with a housekeeper coming in twice a week, and with you here, everything is more than fine.” She gave Tori a thankful smile. “So what’s for lunch? Is there anything I can do to help, besides pour the milk?”
“I thought we’d have turkey tacos, French green beans, orange slices and ants-on-a-log.”
Therese’s eyes widened. “Dear me, what’s that? Or maybe I don’t want to know.”
Tori reached into the refrigerator’s vegetable bin and pulled out a celery bunch. “Sliced celery ribs filled with crunchy peanut butter and topped with raisin ‘ants’ arranged like they’re crawling on it.”
Therese laughed. “Cubby and Landon will love it. Now Ray, that may be a different story.”
As it turned out, the ants-on-a-log were a hit with Ray as well as with the twins. Then shortly after lunch Tori headed off to the Outpost, where she’d started the day before yesterday. For the time being, it looked like Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons would be her designated time in the outdoor-gear shop. The boys usually attended a preschool program two of those afternoons each week, and Outpost hours would be added as she further settled into the boys’ routines. Sawyer, fortunately, was open to her need for flexibility.
She still hadn’t quite pinpointed the underlying feeling that she’d picked up on between the Selbys and Sawyer. But the night Sawyer walked her and the boys home, she’d almost sensed him tensing when the Selbys drove up. And maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed Ray was more concerned about their walking home instead of driving than the situation warranted. In particular, he’d quizzed her as to how Sawyer had gotten involved.
“Hey, Tori!” Diego Santiago called out when she walked in the door of the Echo Ridge Outpost. “Great timing.”
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