Serenity Harbor. RaeAnne Thayne

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      “I’m sorry. But I don’t see how it concerns me. I’m only home to visit my family.”

      “I’ve hired a new nanny who is an autism specialist and is supposed to be the top of her field, but she can’t be here for three weeks. I’ll be honest with you, Miss Bailey. I can’t take three weeks off work right now, and I’m desperate to find someone to help with him.”

      She arched one of those expressive eyebrows. “So you decided to accost stray women in the supermarket and offer the job to them?”

      He had the oddest feeling Katrina Bailey didn’t like him, though he couldn’t figure out exactly what he had done. “Not just any stranger,” he pointed out. “A woman who instinctively knew the right thing to do with Milo, where everyone else seems to flounder—and a schoolteacher who has already been vetted by the school system.”

      “I haven’t taught in the last year,” she replied. “How do you know I haven’t been in prison during that time?”

      “Have you?”

      She made a face. “No. But you just met me five minutes ago and have no way of knowing that.”

      “I saw the way you interacted with that girl. Hannah. She said you were her favorite teacher. Besides, I watched you with Milo. You’re obviously well trained and more patient with him than I can ever be. You knew just what to do during one of his tantrums.”

      If he hoped to flatter her into taking the job, he was doomed to disappointment. At his words, her features seemed to tighten. “Dealing with a child in the midst of a meltdown can be challenging, but really, you only need a compassionate heart and a willingness to focus on the best interests of the child.”

      Was she implying he didn’t have either of those things? Bowie might have been offended if he wasn’t afraid she was right.

      He was trying, Bowie reminded himself. Hadn’t he immediately flown to Portland, brought the boy back to Haven Point, spent time away from Caine Tech he could ill afford in order to find the best care provider for him?

      He didn’t need one more thing to feel guilty about.

      “I do want the best for Milo. You’re the first person in three weeks who instinctively seems to know how to manage him.”

      “He’s a child,” she retorted, pitching her voice low, presumably so Milo didn’t overhear. He could have told her his brother wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to them. He had pulled more twist ties off the roll and was forming them into tangled shapes.

      “He’s a child,” she repeated. “Not some new product under development at Caine Tech. He doesn’t need to be managed.”

      He wasn’t sure how she knew he worked at Caine Tech or why she reacted so strongly to that particular choice of words. Right now, it didn’t matter. The only thing he cared about was convincing her to help him.

      “It was only a figure of speech,” he said. “Look, I’m desperate here. What am I supposed to do? I can’t keep missing work and I also can’t take Milo to the office with me. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

      She didn’t look convinced by his plea. If anything, her features turned even frostier. “I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

      He felt as if someone had just opened the doorway offering a light at the end of the tunnel and then slammed it shut again in his face.

      “Not even for ten thousand dollars?”

      She stared at him, her mouth slightly ajar. “Ten thousand dollars? You’re willing to pay ten thousand dollars for three weeks’ work?”

      It probably wouldn’t be considered good business practice to admit he would be willing to pay much more than that, if only he could regain some semblance of control in his life.

      “Okay. Twelve. But that’s my final offer.”

      She looked dumbfounded, and for a moment he clung to a tiny sliver of hope that he might have a chance. In the end, she shook her head slowly, eyeing him like he had several loose screws.

      “I said no,” she said. “I appreciate that you’re in a tight spot, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

      “You don’t have to answer right now. Think about it overnight. If you change your mind, you can find me at 4211 Lakeview Drive. It’s a big cedar-and-stone house right along Serenity Harbor.”

      “I know where it is. But don’t count on me changing my mind, Mr. Callahan. I’m only in town for my sister’s wedding and to visit family. I have no intention of taking a temporary job.”

      “Just think about it,” he said.

      Before she could respond, a pretty redhead turned the corner of the vegetable aisle. He had met Samantha Fremont a few times since he came to town and found her nice enough, though he always left their interactions wishing he were better at small talk.

      She appeared surprised to find him and Katrina talking together, then her carefully made-up features shifted into a bright smile.

      “Hi, Bowie,” she said, her voice a little breathless, before she turned to Katrina.

      “There you are!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been looking all over the store for you. You’re not finished shopping yet? What’s taking you so long?”

      “I was just about to check out. We had a little...situation, but it seems to be under control now. Sorry about that.”

      “No worries.” She turned back to Bowie. “I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a month or so ago at Snow Angel Cove. You work at Caine Tech with Aidan and Ben, right?”

      Yes. And they were counting on him to deliver results, as soon as he figured out what to do with his brother. “I remember. Good to see you again.”

      “I don’t know this little guy, though. Is this your son?”

      Milo, who had reacted with uncharacteristic warmth to Katrina, gave Sam his blank, almost empty stare.

      “This is my brother, Milo.”

      “Hi there, Milo. My name is Samantha.”

      With more of that odd affinity, he sidled closer to Katrina, who gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. Sam is nice. She’s my very best friend in the whole wide world and has been since we were just a little older than you.”

      After a moment, Milo handed over another twist-tie creation. Samantha Fremont blinked in surprise at it for a moment, then accepted it gingerly.

      “Um. Thanks,” she said, clearly at sea.

      Katrina tugged her away.

      “We have to go. We’re going to be late for a party. It was nice to meet you, Milo.”

      She hadn’t said it was nice to meet him. Bowie told himself not to be disappointed by the omission.

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