The Nanny Who Kissed Her Boss. Barbara McMahon
you’ll be highly successful, had been one of his axioms. So his business instincts had been right on. He was a huge success. Despite her heartbreak, she’d picked up some information over the years from the local business news. If nothing else, she’d learned solid business techniques and how to focus on the main goal from Declan’s class.
Add the fact that the address of Vacation Nannies made a major impression on clients, also thanks to Declan. Granted she sometimes thought they paid way too much for the tiny offices they had, but the clientele they drew demanded the very best.
Savannah gave her name to the receptionist and was asked to wait. No hardship since she’d put off the interview entirely if she could. But there was no other nanny as suitable from their company so Stephanie had explained to her when she’d showed up at the office to read the file before the interview. The most important thing was to keep up the reputation of Vacation Nannies.
The concept—provide short-term, temporary nannies to watch children while the family was on vacation—had proven surprisingly popular. Savannah and Stacey had begun the business because of their own desire to travel and see the world. With the little money they had that would be unlikely. So they’d found a way to travel on someone else’s dime.
After a degree in education, plus some business courses at NYU, Savannah had been instrumental in getting the business going. Soon there were more requests than she and Stacey could handle, so Stephanie had been hired to handle the scheduling aspect. Other nannies, trained at the prestigious Miss Pritchard’s School for Nannies, were carefully vetted and hired. Now they had a dozen others on the payroll, and during the summer months everyone was fully booked.
To ensure the nannies weren’t stuck for weeks with horrendous children or parents, the interview aspect went both ways. Either the prospective client could decline after meeting the nanny or the nanny could refuse to take the assignment.
So far there had only been a handful of refusals. She winced, thinking she’d make this another one.
She grew more nervous the longer she waited. What was she doing coming here? She didn’t want to spend three weeks with Declan. Or with his daughter.
“Mr. Murdock can see you now,” the receptionist said, rising and heading for the hall on the left. Her sleek toned looks gave mute testimony to the healthy lifestyle a sports aficionado could expect—especially if they used Murdock equipment.
Savannah wished she could have checked her makeup and hair one more time. It would never do not to be immaculately turned out and polished-looking. She hoped Declan didn’t remember the casual clothes she’d worn in college. Money had always been tight in her family. After the first six months with their new venture, however, that had changed. Now she and her sister enjoyed high-end fashionable clothing, makeup and a professional hair stylist. No more letting her hair grow long like Stacey. Savannah liked it short and spiky. And the kids usually liked it, too. It was easy to care for. And if she were in the sun for long, the blond bleached out to almost white. Which was always a startling contrast to her tanned skin.
The receptionist handed her off to a personal assistant who took her to Declan’s office—still located in the back corner of the warehouse-converted-to-offices. But the extremely modern look of chrome, leather and fine woods was a huge step up from when she’d visited before. His business model had obviously propelled his own firm into the stratosphere.
“Savannah,” he said when the PA opened the door to usher her in. He stood behind the desk, studying her as she stepped into the office.
Savannah felt a catch in her breath. He looked the same. She’d forgotten how tall he was. While she was only five foot four when she stretched, Declan had to be close to six feet. Muscular and fit, he didn’t look a day older than when she’d last seen him. His hair was still dark, not a strand of gray could she find. His eyes were a rich chocolate-brown, focused on her now. She could have stared back forever. For a moment she felt as tongue-tied as that college student who had been so in love. She nodded slightly, clinging to her composure with all she had. Wishing he’d aged, grown a pot belly and lost his hair.
“Hello, Declan.” Yippee, her voice hadn’t cracked. She hadn’t stuttered or slapped his face. She also hadn’t expected the jolt of awareness that spiked through her. Taking a slow breath she tried to relax, to treat him like any other prospective client. She wished she could forget the past that seemed to spring to the forefront. Why did long-dormant emotions have to blossom now?
“Connie, coffee for us both.” He said to his PA, then looked at Savannah with an eyebrow raised in silent question.
“Thank you, that would be nice.” They both had shared a love of strong coffee. Their final meeting had been at a coffee shop. She’d often wondered if he’d done that deliberately to make sure she didn’t cause a scene in public.
“Thanks for coming. This is a bit awkward.”
“You need a professional nanny for a trip you’re taking. That’s what our company specializes in. The past is dead, Declan.”
He sat after she did and glanced away. Was he remembering their time together, their last meeting? She hoped he found this meeting extremely awkward. She would do nothing to ease the situation. After a long moment, she broke the silence.
“Do you still guest-lecture?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No time now. The business grew faster than I expected. The spring class that year was the last one I did. We’ve expanded to major markets around the country—which is the reason for the trip. I’m exploring the possibility of opening boutique stores in some resorts. So I’m combining business with pleasure. I want to spend a day or two at the San Francisco facility. It’s fairly new. Then on to the mountains to test some new equipment. Then to one of the resorts in California that wants to discuss opening a boutique outlet there, offering only the sporting goods suitable for their resort.”
She listened, but kept her expression impassive. So he was doing well, good for him. She was here merely to talk about the proposed trip.
He waited a moment and then cleared his throat. Was he as nervous as she felt? She hoped so. And hoped he rued the day he’d dumped her for Margo—daughter or not.
“I hear your company’s doing well.”
She nodded.
“I don’t think I’d have pegged a firm like yours as a contender for growth, which shows how wrong I’d have been. I have friends who had one of your nannies for their trip to South America last year, the Spencers?”
“I think Stacey had that assignment. They visited Machu Picchu,” Savannah said.
“Right. They highly recommend the agency to anyone who listens. And as many of us who socialize together have children, we all listened.”
Connie brought in a tray with a carafe of coffee, sugar and cream and two mugs.
“Thanks,” Declan said. She nodded, smiled at Savannah and left, closing the door behind her.
Once they both had their coffee, Declan leaned back and studied her for a moment. “So tell me how this works.”
“Stephanie didn’t explain?” Savannah asked. Usually the prospective client got the complete rundown. Fees, limitations, expectations—the works.
“Mainly what I took away from meeting her was we both have to suit each other. I know you’d suit, what do you want to know about Jacey?”
“I need to meet your daughter,” Savannah said. He’d been divorced when she’d known him before. Now according to the interview at the office, he was divorced again. What had happened to that second go-round of marriage? Had he ended up dumping Margo as he had her?
“So your office manager said. Jacey will be with me all summer. So if you come by the apartment tomorrow you can meet her. I want to fly to San Francisco on Monday. If you two don’t suit, I haven’t a clue what I’ll do. I heard you specialize in teenagers.”
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