The Rancher's Bargain. Joanne Rock
extended his hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Lydia slipped her small palm into his much larger one, seized with the memory of their brief contact the day before when he’d taken Teddy from her arms. Just like then, an electric current seemed to jump between them, hot to the point of melting. Her gaze met his, and she would swear he was aware of it, too.
She was grateful for the baby’s next cry, since it gave her the perfect excuse to retract her fingers. She darted from the room to escape the temptation of her new boss—and the fear that she’d just made a huge mistake.
After a brief supper shared with her new charge in the nursery, Lydia debated the wisdom of starting her new job so quickly.
She’d jumped into the baby’s routine with both feet, comfortable with knowing where most things were located since her new employer had given her a quick tour. She knew the protocol for Teddy’s food allergies and where the EpiPens were kept. But she hadn’t clarified how or when she would go about moving her things into her suite at the Double H, thinking she’d see her new boss at dinnertime.
But James still hadn’t come in from his chores at eight o’clock after she put Teddy into his crib for the night. Lydia knew because she’d peered down the stairs a few times, and twice had checked in with the housekeeper.
On both occasions, Mrs. Davis had looked at her as though she might steal the house silver at any moment. And between the woman’s terse answers and general lack of hospitality, Lydia had the distinct impression that her presence was not welcomed by the older housekeeper.
Not that she was too worried. Usually, her work spoke for itself. Maybe Mrs. Davis was simply tired from the strain of caring for a little one. Lydia was more concerned to think that James might not be accessible in the coming weeks. As Teddy’s parental figure, James had an important role in the boy’s life even if he hadn’t fully committed himself to it yet.
Then again, maybe James’s disappearing act had nothing to do with his nephew and everything to do with the blossoming attraction between them.
Figuring she’d never improve things around here if she stayed hidden in her room, Lydia stepped out of the sprawling nanny suite and hurried down the hall to the staircase. The natural wood banister was polished to a high sheen, and the house’s log cabin elements mingled seamlessly with more contemporary touches, like the walls painted in shades of taupe and tan. Downstairs, the stone hearth rose to a high ceiling right through the upstairs gallery walkway. A rough wood mantel and steer horns decorated the fireplace, but the leather couches and cream-colored slipper chairs were sleekly styled and inviting. Agriculture books filled the shelves in the far corner of the room, the leather spines freshly dusted.
She peered around for any signs of Mrs. Davis but didn’t see the housekeeper. Before Lydia could debate her next move, the side door opened and James stepped inside.
She stood far enough away that he didn’t notice her at first. He took his time hanging his Stetson and shrugging out of a weatherproof duster. Belatedly, she felt a hint of cool air that must have entered the house with him. The temperature had dropped, and she knew a storm was predicted tonight. In the shadows of the mudroom, his features looked all the more sculpted. He had high cheekbones. A strong jaw. Well-muscled shoulders that would turn any woman’s head.
And yes, she acknowledged, she liked looking at him.
“Do you always work so late?” she asked as a way to reveal her presence, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
He glanced up quickly, his expression more pleased than surprised.
“Hello, Lydia. I didn’t expect to see you so late.”
She glanced at the antique clock on the opposite wall. “It’s not even nine.”
“Right. And when I’ve been on duty with my nephew, I’m ready for bed before he is.” He toed off his boots and lined them up on the far side of the welcome mat.
There was something oddly intimate about seeing him take off his shoes. Being in his home at this hour.
Which was a silly thing to think given that she’d been a nanny before. She’d seen parents moving around their living space while she helped out with children. Maybe it felt different with James because he was single.
And…smoking hot. Her gaze tracked him as he strode into the kitchen in sock feet. In a long-sleeved gray tee and dark jeans, he looked less like the polished Texas Cattleman’s Club president and more like a ruggedly handsome rancher. He scrubbed his hands at the kitchen sink.
“Teddy went to bed fairly well for me.” So far, she couldn’t see any evidence of the toddler being more difficult than most children his age. “Beginner’s luck, maybe.”
“Or maybe you’re just that good.” He grinned at her while he dried off, her thoughts scrambling at the mild flirtation in the words. “Would you like to join me for dinner? I’m starving, but I’d appreciate hearing more about your day.”
He moved toward the stainless steel refrigerator and tugged it open.
“No, thank you. Teddy and I ate dinner earlier.” She couldn’t risk spending too much time in her employer’s presence based on her over-the-top physical reaction to just a handshake, for crying out loud. If she was going to reach at least the two-month mark on this trial period, she really shouldn’t have late meals alone with him. “I just thought maybe now would be a good time for me to return to my house and pick up a few items to get me through the next week.”
“I forgot you didn’t move your things in today.” He backed out of the refrigerator with a sandwich on a crusty French roll and proceeded to remove the clear plastic wrap. “There’s a storm brewing that could turn nasty if the temperature drops any more.”
“I’ll be careful.” She stepped closer to the kitchen but didn’t enter it, remaining outside the granite-topped breakfast bar as she watched him retrieve a plate and glass. “I can be back in two hours.”
He parted the curtain on the window over the kitchen sink, peering out into the night. “The roads are going to be dangerous if we get ice.”
“As the oldest of eight in my family, I have to say it’s a unique experience to have someone worry about my safety for a change.” She couldn’t help a rueful smile, since she was usually the one doing the worrying.
“What about your mom?” he asked, letting go of the sheer curtain to fill a water glass. “She didn’t ever tell you not to go out into an ice storm?”
Even with the barrier of the counter between them, she felt the draw of his curiosity about her. She’d never experienced the pinprick of awareness all over her skin with anyone else and wondered why, of all the people Gail could have indebted herself to, it had to be a man whom Lydia found so potently sexy.
“My mother doesn’t take much notice of potential dangers in the environment.” To put it mildly. Lydia had saved her youngest sister from drowning in a neighbor’s backyard pool while her mom led a workshop on fostering a love of Mother Earth in children. She’d been totally oblivious. “Fiona Walker truly believes that if you see hearts and flowers wherever you go, then the world must be a happy, safe place.”
James’s eyebrows lifted as he slid his sandwich into the microwave. “Sounds like you got to see a different side of the House Rules parenting approach.”
She wasn’t surprised he knew about the blog. Her mother’s PR machine regularly spit out stats about how many lives the parenting website actively changed for the better—which was their highly embroidered way of reporting social media reach.
Choosing her words carefully, she replied, “Let’s just say that I hope you didn’t hire me because you thought I’d be giving Teddy lessons in the power of positive thinking.”
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