The Nanny. Judith Stacy

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      “All right, that’s better. Now, come here.” Annie led the oldest girl to the shade of the trees. “Sit.” When she did, Annie dropped the boy beside her. The youngest girl darted to her brother and sister and squeezed between them.

      Annie stood over the three children, catching her breath. All had brown eyes and dark hair, the girls with long braids, the boy with bangs that would need trimming soon. Dirt smudged their faces. The girls’ dresses were soiled; the boy’s skinny knee showed through a rip in his trousers.

      Grimy, disheveled, unkempt. Still, they were beautiful children. It would have been hard to be angry at them if Annie’s backside didn’t hurt so much.

      She bent down and yanked the slingshot from the boy’s hand. “What’s your name?”

      His bottom lip poked out. “Drew.”

      “This is dangerous,” Annie said, shaking the slingshot at him. “It’s not a play toy. Why did you shoot me with it?”

      He shrugged his little shoulders and looked away. “I don’t know.”

      Annie turned to the oldest girl. “What’s your name?”

      “Ginny,” she told her, looking her straight in the eye. “And we did it because we wanted to. That’s why. Because we wanted to.”

      “Well, you can’t do that,” Annie declared.

      Little Cassie whimpered and snuggled closer to Ginny, ducking her head.

      “Don’t yell,” Ginny told Annie as she looped her arm around her little sister. “Cassie gets scared when people yell.”

      Annie shoved the slingshot into her back pocket, beginning to feel like a brute towering over the children. Seated quietly on the ground, gazing up at her attentively, they looked like innocent little angels. Annie’s anger faded.

      “Well, all right, no real harm done, I suppose,” she said. “But you’re not to shoot at any living thing ever again. Not people, animals or birds. Nothing. Do you understand?”

      “Yes, ma’am,” they chimed together.

      “Good. Now—”

      Hoofbeats pounded the ground behind her. Seeing the approaching rider, all three children scrambled to their feet. Cassie squealed and climbed straight up Annie’s leg into her arms. Annie spun around, pulling Ginny and Drew behind her, her heart racing. She was sure, from the looks on the children’s faces, that they were all about to be murdered.

      The lone rider pulled his horse to a stop. The stallion tossed its head and pawed the ground.

      “What’s going on here?” the man demanded.

      Annie gulped. Good Lord, the man was huge—tall, with broad shoulders and a big chest. Seated atop the horse, he seemed to tower over them. Brown hair touched his collar. Dark eyes glared at her from beneath the brim of his hat.

      “Well?” he demanded again. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”

      Cassie squeezed Annie’s neck tighter. The other two children crowded closer behind her. Annie’s own fear turned to anger.

      “I might ask you the same,” Annie declared, glaring up at him. “What business is it of yours?”

      “I know,” Cassie whispered in her ear.

      The man’s frown deepened.

      Annie pushed her chin higher. “You’ve no business charging up like that, frightening the children. Who do you think you are?”

      “I know,” Cassie said. “He’s our papa.”

      Chapter Two

      “He’s your…?”

      “Papa,” Cassie said again.

      Annie looked down at Ginny and Drew, who were peeking around her. They nodded.

      She dared turn to the man again, withering beneath his harsh gaze. “You’re their…father?”

      “I am.”

      “Then that would make you…”

      “Josh Ingalls.”

      “Oh, dear.” Josh Ingalls. Her employer.

      “What’s your name?” Josh demanded.

      She gulped. “Annie. Annie Martin. I work here, tending the gardens.”

      He looked at her long and hard. “I asked you what’s going on here.”

      Cassie buried her face in Annie’s neck, holding on tighter. Ginny and Drew squeezed closer.

      Certainly the man should know what his children had been up to. Shooting a person with a slingshot deserved punishment of some sort. But with the children cowering around her, Annie simply couldn’t bring herself to tell him what they’d done.

      “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Mr. Ingalls,” Annie said.

      His eyes narrowed. He knew she was lying.

      “I objected to their behavior,” she said. “I told them so.”

      Josh’s brows went up. “And?”

      Annie gazed right back at him. “You needn’t worry yourself with the details, Mr. Ingalls. I handled the situation.” She dropped Cassie to the ground and urged the children away. “Run along, now.”

      For an instant they stood there, glancing at their father, then at Annie. She gave Ginny a little push. “It’s all right. Go play.”

      Ginny grabbed her sister’s hand and the three of them raced away.

      Annie watched them go, feeling the relief she’d seen in their little faces. Feeling, also, the heat of Josh’s gaze on her back.

      She took a breath and turned to him. He didn’t seem to notice her as he watched the children disappear into the corn rows. “Damn…for what I pay a nanny, you’d think I could keep one here.”

      Josh stared after the children a while longer, then looked down at Annie. “Come up to the house. Now.”

      He didn’t wait for her reply, just touched his heels to the horse’s sides and galloped away.

      A numb silence hung in his wake. Not even leaves dared to rustle in the trees overhead. Annie stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.

      He was going to fire her.

      Only a short while ago, everything had—finally—started to look up for her. She had a job she liked. She could help provide for her family.

      She could save her little sister.

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