Книга - The Bachelor’s Stand-In Wife
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The Bachelor's Stand-In Wife
Susan Crosby
The Bachelors
Stand-In Wife
Susan Crosby
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u05f72157-b2eb-564e-ad17-242687d1625b)
Title Page (#u863d2374-af76-5851-a389-37d92ebc4d6d)
About the Author (#u335a82e8-64d6-58f2-896c-8f5cb6bf8818)
Dedication (#ue77afda3-8675-561f-8d57-d67396aa5e9e)
Chapter One (#u94bc60a7-4421-5f46-baab-5e3cd306205f)
Chapter Two (#u31efa05d-2142-5be8-bac1-821a88cb2417)
Chapter Three (#u2c9f22c6-5ca1-56ee-9041-69ffe5951f17)
Chapter Four (#u4dc5400e-dfdd-5f32-a3c0-2317bd50a5aa)
Chapter Five (#u70fad45a-f951-58d1-9829-5ca128adee75)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Susan Crosby believes in the value of setting goals, but also in the magic of making wishes, which often do come true as long as she works hard enough. Along lifes journey shes done a lot of the usual things married, had children, attended college a little later than the average co-ed and earned a BA in English. Then she dived off the deep end into a full-time writing career, a wish come true.
Susan enjoys writing about people who take a chance on love, sometimes against all odds. She loves warm, strong heroes and good-hearted, self-reliant heroines, and will always believe in happily ever after.
More can be learned about her at www.susancrosby.com.
To Gail Chasan with gratitude, for the long-time
support and enthusiasm, then and now.
Thank you for the wonderful opportunities.
And to Sandra Dark, my wordy friend, who proves the
statement, Writers write. You do it well.
Chapter One
David Falcon dragged his hands down his face as a woman took a seat across the desk from him.
Well? she asked.
Whats to think about? I just interviewed my twelfth candidate in two days, and I finally realized Im delusional to hope I can find someone who fits my needs. He tipped his chair back to look at Denise Watson, the efficient, thirty-something director of At Your Service, a prestigious domestic-and-clerical-help agency nicknamed by many clients as Wives for Hire. They were seated in her interview room.
If you have to compromise on something, what would it be? Denise asked.
Hed been doing a lot of compromising latelyfor three years, in fact. He wasnt interested in more of the same. Im not giving up on the ideal yet. Youve got other candidates, right?
One.
Thats all?
From my own staffing pool. As you pointed out, you have specific and complex needs. Id be happy to advertise and screen them for you.
What are your thoughts about the one remaining?
She set a folder on the desk in front of him and smiled. Ive learned not to second-guess the client.
He half smiled in return. Send her in, please. He skimmed the womans rsum. Ten years experience as a domestic, seven in clerical jobs. He speculated on her agemidthirties to forty, maybe? There were too many questions he wasnt allowed to ask legally, tying his hands, leaving him only intuition and guesswork about her age. He was twenty-nine. It was critical that she be older than him.
Hello. Im Valerie Sinclair, came a quiet but level voice.
He looked up. The woman was either extraordinarily well preserved or had lied about her work experience. She didnt look a day over twenty-five. She wore a dress and jacket that was way too formal and warm for a hot August day in Sacramento, as if trying to look older. And her hair, a rich, shiny color, like chestnuts, was bundled up in some kind of bun or whatever that style was called, but couldnt take away from her young age. Her eyes were hazel and direct. No rings on her slender fingers; her nails were short, clean and unpolished.
Im David Falcon. Please, have a seat, he said, wondering how shed passed At Your Services background check. She had to have lied
To hell with the law, he decided. If she could lie about her work experience, he could ask the questions he wanted to. How old are you, Ms. Sinclair?
She stiffened. Im twenty-six.
How is it you have seventeen years of work experience? You started working when you were nine?
Eight, actually. Not legally, of course, but my mother has been housekeeper for a family in Palm Springs since I was five. I was put to work early.
Doing what?
In the beginning, dusting and sweeping. New responsibilities were added as I could handle them.
Your mother allowed you to be used like that?
Used? She smiled slightly. Didnt you do chores as a child? The family wasnt in residence full-time. We lived on-site. It was my home.
David didnt know what to think. On the one hand it seemed that child labor laws were violated. On the other, her point was well takento a point. Did you receive a salary?
An allowance from my mother, which increased as my responsibilities did. I dont think its worth a lot of discussion, Mr. Falcon. My understanding is that youre looking for someone to run your household and also be your administrative assistant. I listed the domestic work so that you would know I had a lot of experience in that field.
David studied her. She wassoothing, he decided. Her feathers didnt ruffle easily.
May I ask the nature of your business? she asked.
My brother and I own Falcon Motorcars.
Ive never heard of that make.
Theyre custom-made. Our clients arent the average car buyers, so we dont need to advertise. Most buyers are European, which is why Ive been out of the country more than Ive been home the past few years. Which is also why Im looking for someone to take charge of things here, personally and professionally.
Denise said you want a live-in.
A wife without the sex was what he wanted. Someone experienced, efficient and of a certain age. Thats a requirement. Is that a problem?
Not at all.
Given the time difference between California and the continent, you might be awakened during the night to take care of business for me, or work until midnight, or get up at four.
I can do that.
How are your computer skills?
Denise tested me on five different programs. I assume the results are in my folder.
He found the report and read it, letting her wait, testing her patience. She didnt fidget. Why did you leave your last job?
Sexual harassment. She said it as easily as she might have said shed gone to the grocery store.
He flattened his hands on top of the folder. Did you file suit?
Again that slight smile touched her lips. I was accused of sexual harassment.
David looked her over once more. Was that the reason for the buttoned-up outfit she wore? Beneath it was a slender, attractive body, he could tell. And maybe with her hair down and some makeup on, she would look sexy. She didnt want to look sexy? Were you guilty?
Quite the opposite.
He let that information sink in. He was harassing you?
She nodded once, sharply, the only outward indication of how much the situation bothered her.
Why didnt you report him?
I did. Thats when he turned it around to me instead. Look, its dead and buried for me.
Is it? I would imagine its followed you and made it difficult to find a job, he said, knowing how such things worked.
She hesitated, then gave a taut smile.
Pride. He understood it all too well. Let me share my recent experiences, he said. My last housekeeper stole from me. My last four administrative assistants left because of pregnancy or child-care-related issues, each of them at just about the time they were fully trained. Frankly, Id pretty much decided this time around to hire a woman beyond childbearing age. You dont fit that qualification.
Her stark disappointment flashed, but he couldnt let that interfere with his decision-making process. As much as Id like to hire you
His cell phone rang. He wouldve ignored it, except it was his brother Noah, the only caller David couldnt ignore. Excuse me a moment, he said, then left the room.
Valerie waited for David Falcon to shut the door before she closed her eyes. As much as Id like to hire you. His mind was apparently made up. Her hands shook; her mouth went dry. She was at the end of her already short rope. If she didnt get this job she didnt know what she was going to do. Shed used every penny of her meager savings. Her credit card was maxed out. How could she convince him to hire her?
She was this close to being homeless, although a homeless shelter might be better than the apartment complex where she lived, in a part of town where drive-by shootings werent uncommon. This job would mean a steady income and a safe place to live. For her and
Sorry about that, David said, returning. As I started to say, as much as Id like to hire you, given your job skills, Im hesitant. I would need your assurance that you wont be taking off to get married anytime soon. I need to know youre not pregnant or intending to get pregnant anytime soon. I would be hiring you to take care of memy house and my businessnot a baby.
Valerie clenched her hands. She still had a chance. Say theright thing. Say the right thing. Im not even dating anyone, so the issue of marriage is nonexistent. Which would also, therefore, mean no pregnancy or babies in sight. However, I do have a daughter, Hannah. Shes eight. Valerie saw his eyes dull with disappointment. Shes a quiet, obedient child, I promise you.
She waited for lightning to strike her for the fib, then continued to plead her case. My daughter doesnt require the care that a baby does. You wont even know shes there.
Valerie had her own reasons for not letting Hannah get close to him, anyway. Just give me a chance to prove myself, she said, trying not to beg.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. She didnt look away, either. Please hire me. Please.
Lets try it for a month, he said at last.
Emotions tumbled through the desert of what her life had become. She couldnt even speak.
Ill pay your rent for where youre living now so that you have a place to go back to if it doesnt work out.
She wouldnt move back to that hellhole under any circumstances. She swallowed against the still roiling emotions. Its not necessary. I was going to look for a new place anyway.
All right. Youll be living in a cottage behind the main house, and its fully furnished, including all the kitchen things. Ill arrange for some movers and a storage unit for your belongings.
A cottage? Their own space? My apartment came furnished. I have very little to transport. She and Hannah had moved so many times, they had the routine down pat.
Youre making this very easy, Ms. Sinclair.
Valerie. Its my job to make your life easy.
If you can pull that off, youre a miracle worker.
He stood; she did, as well. Apparently when he made up his mind, that was that.
How soon can you start? he asked.
Where is your house?
In Chance City, close to Grass Valley and Nevada City. Are you familiar with the area?
Not much. I know its a Mother Lode location from the gold rush era.
Right. Its beautiful country, but the house itself is a little isolated.
Isolation doesnt bother me. They would be about an hour north of Sacramento. Clean air, and stars at night. Trees. Their own cottage. I can be there tonight.
Ill send someone to help.
I can manage, thanks. She smiled, hopefully diverting him from becoming insistent on helping her. She really didnt want anyone associated with him to see where she lived.
The tiredness in his face smoothed outhis very handsome face, she finally realized, admiring his tall, athletic body.
Whatever expenses you incur in moving out, Ill pay. Just let me know how much.
Thank you.
And if everything works out, Ill buy out your contract from At Your Service. Falcon Motorcars would become your employer, so youd have benefits.
Benefits. Valerie wished he would leave so that she could sit down. An internal earthquake had her trembling. She was surprised he couldnt see it.
Shed been without health insurance for the year that she hadnt been able to find permanent work. Feel free to start putting through the new-employee paperwork, she said.
Youre very sure that things are going to work out.
Three things youll learn about me, Mr. Falcon. Im competent, Im reliable and Im loyal. I also know I have to prove myself.
You can call me David. He pulled a large envelope from his briefcase and handed it to her. Youll find a map to the house inside this envelope, and some general instructions. A few forms you need to fill out. A key to the cottage, in case Im not there when you arrive. He gestured toward the door. Ill walk you out.
I think we both probably have to talk to Denise.
Right. Ill go first. He shook her hand. See you later.
Thank you for the opportunity, she said. Now go away.
He walked out the door.
She sank into the chair, her knees giving out. He stuck his head back around the corner. You like dogs?
Yes. She tried to stand.
Dont get up, he said, eyeing her intently. Are you okay?
Im fine. My foot got caught in the chair leg.
He waited a couple of beats. Is your daughter good with dogs?
She loves them, but shes never had one of her own.
I have a great old-lady dog. Ive had to foster her with my brother and his four kids because Ive been gone so much. She looks at me with accusing eyes every time I leave their house without her. Id like to bring her home.
By all means.
He slapped the doorjamb and nodded. Thanks.
Youre welcome.
He disappeared, but she held herself together, in case he surprised her by returning
One more thing, he said, again appearing in the doorway. Can your daughter swim?
Yes.
Good. I have a pool. I dont want to have to worry about her.
Shell abide by the rules.
Okay. Then he was off again.
She stared into space. He had no idea what having this job meant to her. None. She didnt care if she had to work 24/7. Didnt care if she lost sleep or weight or her mind. Well, maybe she would care if she lost her mind.
It was a good job, out of the city, working for a man Denise assured her was decent and successful. Hed have to sign a contract, the same as Valerie would, spelling out the details of the business arrangement, including that there would be no sexual contact between employer and employee. She could live with that.
All she wanted was to provide for her daughter.
Finally she could do that.
Chapter Two
Over there, Mom. Hannah pointed straight ahead. See the mailbox? Thats the address. But wheres the house?
Valerie braked, slowing, then came to a stop next to the mailbox. Ahead she spotted a break in the abundance of trees and shrubs and assumed it was a driveway. She nosed the car down the gravel road, past a small forest of wild oaks, fragrant pines and stately cedars. Then she came upon a wide firebreak clearing and an amazing house, all glass and logs and rocks, reaching toward the sky, the stark edges softened by clouds, the windows reflecting treetops.
Awesome, Hannah said reverently. Were gonna live here?
Valerie was no less awed. Shed expected a nice house, but not one that should be profiled in Architectural Digest. Remember we wont be living in the house but in a cottage on the property.
No one came out of the house to greet or question them, so Valerie continued on, following a gently curving path around the house, discovering several buildingsa four-car garage, what looked to be a stable and the building referred to as the cottage.
The word cottage had conjured up visions in Valeries mind of rosebushes and wood shingles. Instead the structure was a smaller version of the main house, except with cedar-plank siding instead of logs, but with the same large windows, and more space than she and Hannah had ever lived in.
Theres the pool! Hannah exclaimed, scrambling to unbuckle her seat belt and flinging the car door open. And a hot tub. Mom, its got a hot tub. We get to use it, too, right?
She was out of the car and running toward a free-form pool that seemed carved out of the landscape, with a small, rock waterfall at one end that spilled into both the pool and hot tub.
Gravel crunched under Valeries feet as she followed Hannah, reaching a flagstone path that branched into others heading toward the cottage, the main house, and through a wild, obviously untended garden to the pool. Lack of interest in gardening, she wondered, or his intent? He must be able to afford a gardener.
Valerie reached her daughter, whod crouched beside the pool, dipped her hand into it then flicked a few refreshing drops at Valerie. Can we go swimming, Mom? Im sooo hot.
Theyd spent the afternoon packing their belongings and cleaning their apartment in the 101-degree Sacramento weather, squeezing everything into their small car. They both needed a cool swim before unpacking and settling in. And the man of the house didnt appear to be home.
Pleeease, Hannah begged, tugging on Valeries hand.
How fast can you find your bathing suit?
I put it in the last grocery bag we loaded. She grinned, obviously pleased at her planning ahead. Yours, too. I swiped it from your suitcase as soon as you said there was a pool.
Have I told you lately how smart you are? Valerie hooked an arm around her daughter as they returned to the car.
Just every day.
They grabbed the bag from the car then headed to the cottage to change. A note was taped to the front door: Welcome. I expect to be home by 7:30. Ill bring dinner. Well meet later to discuss your specific duties. DF
It was only six oclock, so they had plenty of time, provided she could drag Hannah out of the pool at some point.
Way cool! Hannah declared as they stepped inside the cottage.
Valerie wondered why David called it a cottage when it was really more of a guesthouse. A large great room, dining area and kitchen comprised the visible living space, while in the back were two bedrooms with a shared bath between. The modern furnishings looked brand-new and perfectly suited to the structure, not exactly cabin decor but dark greens, reds and browns, with some wrought-iron pieces and trim, and a stone fireplace.
Shed never lived in anything like it.
Which bedroom do you want? she asked her daughter, her words trailing off as Hannah raced into one of the rooms and slammed the door shut.
Hurry, Mom, she shouted through the wood.
Valerie took a moment to enjoy the bedroom that would now be hers. The pine furnishings included a rustic four-poster, queen-size bed and an armoire that housed a television, drop-leaf desk and six-drawer dresser. The comforter was red-and-green striped. Overall, it was a streamlined, masculine look, but that didnt really surprise her. David Falcon was all male.
Im ready!
Almost done, Valerie called out as she peeled off her sweaty, sticky clothes and tugged on her bathing suit, a black one-piece as old as Hannah. Valerie found a linen closet inside the bathroom and grabbed two pool towels. On her way out she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her suit sagged a little, as much from old elastic as the fact shed lost weight in the past year, leaving her, according to her mother, skin and bones. She didnt think she looked that bad, but maybe the new situationespecially the lack of worrying about life in generalwould bring back her lost curves, or at least what thered been of them to begin with.
She would be happy here. She could feel it. She and Hannah would have a place they could call home. They wouldnt have to triple-lock their door. They could sleep with windows open.
Mo-om!
Valerie hurried out of the bathroom, grabbed Hannahs hand and ran to the pool, jumping straight in. They touched bottom then shoved themselves up through the bubbles, still holding hands, laughing as they broke the surface.
This is what freedom feels likecool and clean.
She ignored the hot tears pressing at her eyes. She wouldnt do anything to mess up this incredible situation, would make sure that Hannah understood what her boundaries were. Valerie would make herself completely indispensable to Mr. David Falcon. He would find no fault with her work or behavior. She would be a consummate professional, do nothing remotely improper.
For the next half hour she and Hannah played and romped and floated. They turned on the jets in the hot tub and climbed in, just because they could, letting the heat seep into their bodies, then getting out and doing cannonballs into the cooler pool. Valerie planted her hands on the pool edge to push herself out as Hannah grabbed her ankles, trying to tug her back in. They were laughing and taunting each other.
The stretched-out straps of Valeries bathing suit slipped a little. She pulled free of her daughters grip. Breathless, she shoved herself up and almost out of the pooland came face-to-face with a huge golden retrieverand her boss standing right behind.
* * *
So. The buttoned-up Valerie Sinclair did have a bodya very nice bodybeneath all that fabric, David thought, studiously avoiding watching her directly as she jammed her straps back into place and hurried over to a chair to grab a towel, covering herself, apologizing the whole time.
Hi, Im David Falcon, he said to the worried-looking little girl clinging to the side of the pool.
Im Hannah. Whats your dogs name?
This is Belle. Belle looked up at him at hearing her name, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth in a goofy dog smile. Shed become like a puppy again since hed loaded her in his car. Shell swim with you, if you want.
Really?
She wont go in on her own, but if you slap the water and call her name, shell dive right in. Dont call her near you, because shes strong and her claws can hurt. Just let her swim around on her own. Shell climb up the stairs when shes done.
Cool! Hannah patted the water. Cmere, Belle. Come on, girl.
With one last happy look at David she jumped in, thus apparently forgiving him for her years of exile at Noahs. She was too old to be having to put up with all those children, even Noahs sedate children. But having one child around, this eight-year-old Hannah, would be good for her, especially when David was out of town. Belle needed company, and someone to care about, follow around and curl up with.
Im sorry, Valerie said again, coming up beside David, watching the dog and the girl swim in circles.
For what?
Not being ready for work when you arrived. I thought we had more time.
I didnt expect you to work tonight. He finally eyed her directly, all wrapped up in a towel that matched her hazel eyes, her wet hair dripping down her back. Hed been right about her looking younger with her hair down. Your daughter is a miniature of you.
I cant tell you how excited she is to be here. The cottage is beautiful.
Belle followed a giggling Hannah across the pool, then headed for the stairs. The dog didnt climb out but stood, resting.
Are you all settled in?
We havent even unloaded the car yet.
He considered taking a swim himself, but decided to wait until later. He figured Valerie would keep a strict employer/employee relationship with him, which would include making sure her daughter didnt get in his way.
Which was fine with him. David had nothing against kids, he just didnt know how to relate to them, even his nieces and nephews. He particularly didnt want to get attached to an employees child. She had to be separate from the working relationship as much as possible.
I picked up a pizza, he said to Valerie. Come up to the house when youre ready and well reheat it. Well talk business afterward.
Both of us?
Your daughter needs to eat, too, right?
I can take her a plate.
Well make an exception for tonight.
Valerie nodded. He walked away, sensing her relief. He knew, given her background of false accusations of sexual harassment, that she would be more wary than most, more aware of potential impropriety. He respected that. He wanted a long-term, employer/employee relationship with her. He would be just as careful as she.
He got partway down the path when he heard the thunder of Belles paws pounding the flagstone behind him, getting closer. He turned. She bounded to a halt and shook the pool water from her fur, head to tail, drenching him.
Hannah shrieked with laughter then clamped a hand over her mouth. Valerie stood frozen, awaiting his response. He hunkered down and wrapped his arms around his great old dog, getting himself wetter in the process, glad to have her home.
So much for impeccable behavior, Valerie thought with a sigh as she and Hannah walked to the cottage a few minutes later. Hed caught her in her bathing suit, totally goofing off, acting like a kid. How embarrassing. Not an auspicious start to their business relationship at all.
Belles a neat dog, Hannah said. I never knew dogs liked to swim. I mean, I know they can, because theres even a name for it, right? The dog paddle? But I didnt know they would just jump in and swim around.
Just dont get too attached. Shes his dog, not yours.
But hes gone a lot. You said so. Shell be staying with us, wont she? She cant stay in that big ol house by herself. Shed be sooo lonely.
Hannahs eyes pleaded with Valerie, who tried not to laugh. Right. Belle would be lonely.
Valerie and Hannah unloaded the car, then showered and dressed for their first dinner with the boss. The evening temperature was perfect as they took the path to the house and climbed the back stairs. Through a window Valerie saw a kitchen and was glad she would be working in a space with such a spectacular view, not only of the pool but the tree-studded hills.
She knocked on the kitchen door. After a minute she knocked again. Finally she turned the handle and leaned inside. Hello?
Be right there. Make yourself at home, David called, the words muffled by distance.
Wow. Our old apartment would fit in here, Hannah said, looking around at the kitchen and breakfast nook.
The stainless steel appliances made it contemporary, but there was a rustic feel, too, in the pine cabinets and autumn-toned granite countertops. Not a curtain in sight, either, nor any plants. Nothing to soften the streamlined feel of the place, the home of someone who didnt really live there, but used it as a base camp.
David breezed into the room. Hed changed from slacks and a dress shirt to jeans and a T-shirt, and was barefoot. Belle trailed him. Valerie wondered how old David was. Thirty?
Settled in? he asked.
Almost. We havent put everything away, but its all in the house, Valerie answered, keeping a hand on Hannahs shoulder so that she wouldnt run to Belle, who wagged her tail in greeting.
The stoves preheated, David said. Shouldnt take too long. I hope you like pepperoni. He slid a large pizza into the oven. How about a tour while it heats.
That would be great.
The inside of the house was as stunning as the outside. It was a mans home, but a classy one, the environment clearly of someone who liked art and color, who had style. Maybe a decorator should get credit, but David would have had to approve everything purchased, so he mustve had a hand in the final result in some way.
On the first floor was a living room with a stone fireplace, a family room holding a woodstove that piped heat into the rest of the house, a large dining room with a table and chairs for twelve, an office and a powder room. Upstairs were four bedrooms, two baths and the master suite, with its enormous bed and spectacular view, the same as in the kitchen, of the pool and mountains, even the cottage. Heavy green drapes framed the windows. She wondered how often he shut them.
She wondered, too, how often he had company. Female company. He was an attractive and successful man. Did he have a regular girlfriend?
Its an incredible home, she said to him, having given up on keeping Hannah by her side. She and Belle had teamed up, following at their own pace. Although a lot of house for one person.
I spend much of my life in airplanes and hotel rooms. I need a place to spread out.
How long have you lived here?
Had it built five years ago.
They headed out the bedroom door and downstairs. Valerie motioned to Hannah, who played on the landing with Belle, tossing the dogs rag doll, then throwing it again after Belle brought it back.
How much are you gone? she asked.
At least half the month. My oldest brother, Noah, and I have owned the business for eleven years. We used to share the overseas work, but Noahs wife died three years ago, and now he has their four children to take care of. They reached the bottom of the staircase, which faced a wall of family photos. He pointed to a photo of a man and woman with four children. Hes needed to be with them, I understand that, so Ive been doing all the traveling. But someday I hope we can split the work again. Im also trying to figure out ways to do less overseas and more here in the States.
Valerie heard frustration in his voice. Or maybe weariness. How old are the children?
He has two sets of twins, as you can see. Ashley and Zoe are twelve. Adam and Zachary are nine. Theyrevery well behaved.
Valerie wondered why he said that as if it was a bad thing. You said he was your oldest brother. You have others?
One, Gideon. He tapped a photo. Hes the middle child.
Your parents like biblical names, she said with a smile.
Our father did.
The man in the picture he pointed to resembled Noah most of all, but she could see David in him, too.
We have different mothers. This ones mine, he went on to say, moving to the photo of a young woman, the picture probably taken twenty years ago, given her hairstyle.
Do you want to eat in the kitchen or on the deck? he asked in a quick change of subject.
The deck, Hannah said, focused on the photographs, apparently fascinated. Then she caught Valeries pointed look. Please, she added.
You got it. Ill cut the pizza into slices. Theres a salad in the refrigerator. Paper plates and napkins are in the cupboard next to the sink, he said.
They settled around a table on the deck overlooking the backyard. Belle curled up at their feet.
If you had the house built, Valerie said, then you also had the stables put in. Do you plan to get a horse?
Its a dream. Im not here enough.
Do you know how to ride?
He grinned. Nope.
Then why?
Wide-open spaces.
Valerie was beginning to understand him. He needed space but felt hemmed in by his work. He must feel handcuffed or something. And resentful? she wondered.
What grade are you in? David asked Hannah.
Third.
Do you like school?
Its okay.
Valerie sympathized with her daughter. Shed attended three different schools in her short life. It was another reason for making sure she kept her jobshe wanted Hannah to have the luxury of staying at one school and making long-term friends. Living a normal childhood, if Valerie could make that happen.
She wondered about Davids childhood, if, having different mothers, he and his brothers were raised together. Maybe they werent close in age. As an only child, Valerie had desperately wanted siblings, but her father had divorced her mother when Valerie was a toddler and had rarely contacted Valerie since. As far as she knew, he hadnt fathered more children.
When they were done eating, Valerie stacked the paper plates and started to stand.
Ill take care of that later, David said, then pointed toward the floor under the table. Hannah had joined Belle and was now asleep against the dog, who looked at David but didnt make a move to get up.
We might as well go over your duties, he said. Ive written them up for you. Be right back.
What a good dog you are, Valerie said to Belle, petting her. Belle closed her eyes, making a happy sound.
David returned, taking the seat next to instead of across from her. He set a piece of paper on the table between them so they both could read it. She was aware of him, of his arm almost touching hers. He hadnt stepped over any line at any time, either with comments or looks, in fact had gone out of his way not to look at her at the pool until shed wrapped the towel around her, covering her bathing suit. Not interested? She knew it was better that way, but
Youre probably worried about working at the house during the night, and leaving Hannah on her own at the cottage, he said. Theres an intercom system between the houses. Youll be able to hear everything that happens in the cottageor vice versa, if necessary. You just have to set the buttons. Theres also an alarm. Ive never had problems here, but I know itll probably make a city girl like you feel more comfortable.
Okay, good.
He went down his itemized list, explaining each of her duties. He would make his own breakfast but preferred she prepare his dinner. He was rarely home at lunchtime, so they would play that by ear on the occasions he stayed home. Valerie and Hannah could use the pool and patio anytime except when he was entertaining, and then he expected privacy, unless he asked for something.
Privacy for women friends? Valerie wondered. Probably.
I know how to serve a household, she said. And Hannah will know to stay in the cottage.
Shes not to work in my house, he said decisively. I know your mother allowed it, but I think children should enjoy childhood. Shes welcome to have friends over when Im not here, including to use the pool, as long as theyre supervised every second.
Valeries throat closed. She blessed whatever fates had sent her to the At Your Service agency, which had led her here. Thats very generous.
My childhood was one crisis after another. I dont wish that on any child. He cocked his head. What about her father?
Not in the picture.
A long pause followed. She figured he was waiting for her to expand on her answer, but she had no intention of doing so.
Okay, he said finally. Ive never had live-in help before, so well both be feeling our way through the situation. You should speak up if you think something should be handled differently.
I will. Youll do the same, right?
Of course. Im sure well spend a lot of time communicating, in person and by phone. Theres no purpose in holding back. The relationship depends on honesty and openness.
Like a marriage, she said. Without sex, she reminded herself. Without any physical contact whatsoever. Without innuendo. They couldnt even joke about it.
Ill take your word on that, he said, flashing a quick grin. Like a good marriage, maybe. But since Ive never taken part in that institution, I wouldnt know.
Neither would I. She let that bit of information set in for a minute without explanation.
He glanced at Belle and Hannah. And, as you know, I never expected a child to be part of the deal, so were especially going to have to feel our way through that, figure out what works for all of us.
Your needs and demands come first. You have to tell me if Hannah is bothering you. Shes obviously already made herself at home.
He nodded. Well talk more in the morning. Youll have to come to the house for breakfast, since I know you havent had time to shop for groceries yet. Ill be heading to the office for the day.
He stood, so she did, as well. Where is that?
In Roseville, just north of Sacramento.
What time do you want breakfast?
Eight.
Okay. Valerie looked out over his property. Garden lights illuminated the pool and pathways, creating a beautiful picture. Is the yard my responsibility?
I have a gardener.
You do? She put a hand to her mouth, surprised that shed blurted that out.
He grinned.
You like the untamed look, I guess, she said.
Ive pretty much just left it in his hands. He walked to the railing, leaned on his elbows there and looked around. I guess its not as nice as it could be.
It could be a showpiece, if thats what you want.
Are you saying you want to add gardening to your many duties?
Maybe your gardener and I could work together on a new look. Would that be okay?
Sure, why not. Ill give him a call and tell him youre the boss.
Shed never been the boss of anyone, unless she counted Hannah. That would be great, thanks. She knelt down to wake up her daughter, who made sleepy sounds of resistance as she snuggled against Belle. Bedtime, sweetie.
Hannah finally got her to her feet, although she leaned heavily against Valerie. It had been a long, tiring day for both of them. Say good-night to Mr. Falcon.
Night, she said softly.
Thank you for everything, Valerie added, still unable to believe her luck.
Its a month, Valerie, he said.
The grace period. Shed already forgotten about that, she was so sure of her ability to please him.
She nodded. Good night.
I hope you both sleep well. Belle, stay, he ordered quietly as the dog started to follow.
Valerie was aware of him watching as she made her way down the stairs and through the yard, holding Hannahs hand and stepping carefully. She didnt look back until they were entering the cottage. She could just make out his silhouette. He hadnt moved.
Her heart swelled at the protectiveness of his actions. She was accustomed to looking out for herself and Hannah, without help from anyone. And although David was her employer, she felt he was also looking out for them.
It was a very nice feeling.
Chapter Three
Valerie had learned to cook at a young age and had begun teaching Hannah when she was a toddler. She wasnt a picky eater. They often read recipes and talked about themhow a dish might taste, what could be served with it. Valerie looked forward to cooking for David, starting this morning.
Hannah was still asleep when Valerie was ready to head to the house. She went into her daughters room and sat on her bed.
Good morning, she sing-songed, brushing Hannahs long hair away from her face.
Mmpff.
Are you awake? I need to tell you something.
Hannah flopped onto her back and opened her eyes halfway. Im awake.
Im going up to fix Mr. Falcons breakfast. As soon as he leaves, well eat. In the meantime, you can watch television.
Hannahs eyes opened fully. I never get to watch TV in the morning.
Some things are going to be different for us here. Well have to figure out new rules. She stood. Theres an intercom by the front door. If you need me, push the talk button and shout, okay? She guessed thats how it worked, anyway. She wasnt worried, since she could see the front door of the cottage from the kitchen window at the big house.
Okay.
After breakfast well go grocery shopping and stop by the school district office to get you registered, so put on some nice clothes. I put everything away before I went to bed last night. Check your dresser and your closet.
Hannah sat up. Im kinda hungry.
Theres a box of cereal and a couple of granola bars in the kitchen cupboard but no milk. Ill probably be gone about half an hour, however long it takes to make breakfast and put it on the table. Unless he has more to tell me or some job to do.
Mom, Im eight. Ill be fine.
Yes, her grown-up girl. Shed had to mature fast, like so many children of single parents.
When Hannah was settled on the living room sofa, granola bar in hand and the TV turned to cartoons, Valerie opened the door and was greeted by Belle. She got up, wagging her tail.
Good morning, Miss Belle. I assume youre looking for Hannah.
Belle barked. Hannah jumped off the couch and ran over, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around the dog. Belle! Mom, look. Belle came to see me. Can she stay?
For now. Ill find out when I get up to the house. Dont let her on the sofa with you, though.
Okay. Cmon, Belle. They sat on the floor in front of the couch.
Valerie headed out and up the pathway. The morning was exquisitea crystal-clear sky, the crisp scent of pine in the air, a mild midsixties or so, although probably another hot day ahead.
At the house, the kitchen door was unlocked, and since Belle was out, Valerie knew David must be up. Shed checked the contents of his refrigerator when shed gotten the salad out last night, seeing very little beyond condiments, although he did have eggs.
Good morning, he said, coming into the kitchen. Howd you sleep?
Exceptionally well. He also looked exceptionally good in his khakis and light green polo shirt, a shade lighter than his eyes. His dark hair was still damp. He smelled good, too, fresh from the shower, kind of soap scented or a light, pleasant aftershave. Could I fix you an omelet?
Ill just have cereal, thanks.
Are you sure? Youve got eggs and cheese and
Okay, you talked me into it. He poured himself a cup of coffee from a carafe on the counter. I made a full pot, if youre interested. Didnt know whether or not you drink it.
It was something shed given up because she couldnt afford it. Yes, thanks. Do you have likes and dislikes, foodwise?
I like meat and potatoes. And most vegetables. Not a big dessert eater, except apple pie and chocolate-chip cookies. And ice cream. David leaned against the counter, sipping from his cup, watching her whisk eggs and grate cheese. When you have time today, Id like you to read through the files I left on my office desk and familiarize yourself with them. Well talk about them tonight. Tomorrow Ill stay home longer in the morning and show you how to access files on my computer.
When will you leave town again?
Sunday.
This was Wednesday. He figured she should be up to speed by the time he left. They would spend a lot of time together, just the two of them.
She poured the eggs into the pan, moving gracefully and efficiently from task to task, then he saw her realize he was watching her, and her cheeks turned pink. He shoved away from the counter and went to the window, surveying the morning.
Its so quiet here, she said hesitantly, as if needing to fill the silence. I feel like Im on vacation.
I know what you mean. Some days I cant wait to get home. And now that Belles home, too, itll be even better.
Oh, I forgot! Belle is with Hannah in the cottage. I hope thats okay.
Its fine. I saw her wander down there this morning and sit in front of your door.
Youll need to tell me what to feed her, and when.
Her bowls are in the laundry room, and an extra water bowl on the deck. One scoop of dog food, twice a day.
When youre gone, should she stay in the cottage with us?
If you dont mind.
I think my daughter would raise quite a ruckus if Belle couldnt be there.
I figured that. He took another sip of his cooling coffee. He rarely had someone to talk to in the morning, and now he couldnt decide if he liked it or not, accustomed to silence as he was.
Is this enough food for you or do you prefer a bigger breakfast? she asked.
I eat whats put in front of me. Maybe he shouldnt have told her hed fix his own breakfast most of the time, after all. Maybe it would be nice having her there in the morning, fixing something hot and filling.
You look like you work out. Her words drifted.
He turned in time to see her swallow, obviously uncomfortable.
I mean, you dont look like you overeat. She stopped, closed her eyes. I meanShoot.
He decided to rescue her. I could say the same about you.
Good genes, she said in a tone indicating that conversation was over. She tipped the omelet onto the plate next to the toast shed just buttered.
He came forward, taking the plate from her, not wanting things to get any more personalfor both their sakes. Maybe he should have let Hannah hang around more, to keep things professional.
Ill eat in front of the computer while I answer some e-mail, then Ill take off, he said. See you around six oclock.
When would you like dinner?
Plan on seven. He went out the kitchen door then retraced his steps. Dont try to do too much today except get settled and acclimated. I know the house needs cleaning, but it can wait one more day.
All right.
He didnt believe her. Based on what shed told him, he guessed she had a stronger work ethic than most. I hope this works out, Valerie.
Me, too.
He went to his office and shut the door. His computer was on, but he stood at the window instead, eating, the view of the yard the same as from the kitchen and his bedroom. After a minute he saw Valerie make her way to the cottage, carrying a carton of milk. She didnt seem to be in a hurry, taking a little time to stop and look around, maybe visualizing what she wanted to do with the yard.
He shouldve probably held off letting her start on any major project until their trial month was up, but what damage could she do in the yard? The worst that could happen was that it got tamed some, thinned out.
Except he didnt want a bunch of flowers planted. He should tell her that before she got started. He liked the natural look, which was why his pool seemed to be carved from the rocks. Women always had different ideas about things like gardens, however. His mother had loved to garden.
An hour later David pulled into the company parking lot in an industrial area of Roseville. The large metal building housed several bays in which cars in various states of completion were being hand built. At the far right of the building were his and Noahs offices. David had been a partner in Falcon Motorcars since he was eighteen, the year his father died, leaving his three sons the business in equal shares. For the first eight years it had been fun, each day a challenge, each job different. But since Noahs wifes death, it had become exhausting.
David tried to hide his resentment from Noah, who was still grieving and had enough on his plate with four children, but the resentment was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal, especially as it was compounded by Noahs inability to see the pressure cooker David lived in daily. If only Gideon hadnt left the company, then the responsibilities would have continued to be more equitable. But Gideon marched to a different drummer, always had, always would. Nothing would lure him back into the family business.
Morning, Mae, David said to the woman whod been office manager of the business for thirty years, and Noahs administrative assistant.
The conquering hero returns. She looked at him over the top of her glasses while continuing to type. She hadnt changed her supershort hairstyle since hed known her, the color as bright red as it had always been.
Hero? he repeated.
You brought home gold, I hear. Literally.
Oh, yeah. That.
She smiled. Nice job.
Hed sold twenty cars to the sultan of Tumari, each personalized, and each vehicle netting a tidy profit for Falcon Motorcars, their biggest single order in their thirty-year history. The sultan required so many gold accessories that they might have to open a mine somewhere. The order would keep them busy for two years, would require hiring and training a few new craftsmen.
Welcome home, Noah said, coming into his doorway. He was taller by several inches and heavier by twenty pounds of rock-solid muscle. I heard you arranged a prison break for Belle.
David grinned. Shes finally speaking to me again. He trailed Noah into his office, both taking a seat on the leather sofa.
So, you found someone to live in, Noah said.
Yep. Which is why I took Belle home. Valerie started yesterday.
If shes good, maybe shell come work for me when she gets sick of you.
Dont tell me youre losing another nanny.
She hasnt quit yet, but shes been there for two months. Shouldnt be too much longer.
Get a clue, David wanted to yell at his brother. His nannies quit for good reasons. Keep your overly generous job offers away from Valerie, he said instead. I think shes the one.
Noah raised his brows. The one?
Not that kind of one. The perfect employee. The only hitch is that she has an eight-year-old daughter. Were doing a one-month test run. He didnt want to jinx the relationship by talking about it more than that.
You do seem mellowed out.
I do? The idea took him by surprise.
Youre not pacing. Or jingling your keys in your pocket. Like Dad.
David couldnt give credit to Valerie for that, not after less than a day. Maybe the idea of how his life could settle down and run more smoothly had relaxed him some, but he couldnt have changed in twelve hours.
Id forgotten that about Dad, David said, glancing at the photo of himwith Noah, Gideon and himselfon the wall. Never could sit still.
The brothers stared at the picture for a few seconds. Dad. Another topic David didnt really want to get into.
Mae leaned into the office. The third secretary to the sultan is on line one.
David hopped up.
Third secretary, hmm? Noah said. Guess you didnt make as much of an impression as we all thought.
The sultans got fifteen secretaries. Having number three call ranks me high, he said over his shoulder as he hurried out the door and into his own office. Fifteen minutes later he slid a note into Noahs line of vision as he talked on the phone: They added four more to the order.
Noah gave a thumbs-up.
David wandered into the shop. The sound of pneumatic tools created an odd soundtrack to work by, and the journeymen craftsmen stayed focused on the work except to give David a wave or nod.
The bays were filled with four cars in various stages of assembly. At the companys European operation in Hamburg, Germany, eight bays were filled at all times. They had orders for fourteen more cars, plus the twenty-four for the sultan. Most took about two thousand hours to build. The company created three basic models: a two-seater convertible sports car, a larger four-seater luxury passenger car and limos, each custom-fit to the customers specs, including bulletproofing.
The brothers had increased twenty-fold the business their father had founded. With the new order for the sultan, theyd sealed their financial stability for years to come. David could finally relax a little.
If Noah let him. In that sense Noah was like their fatherhe could never slow down, never miss out on any potential business. He hadnt taken a vacation in years. But maybe that was because he couldnt handle that much concentrated time with his children.
Which made David wonder about Valerie, and why Hannahs father wasnt in the picture. Had he ever been? Had he abandoned them?
David headed back to his office, channeling his focus elsewhere, not wanting to be reminded of parental abandonment. It was something he couldnt afford to think about.
Chapter Four
At six-thirty, through the open kitchen windows, Valerie heard a car make its way up the driveway, the tires-on-gravel sound distinctive. Earlier in the day shed peeked through the garage window and spied two cars: a large mocha-colored pickup and a shiny black SUV. Shed wondered what hed driven to work, and assumed it was a Falcon car because his other two were American-made brands she knew.
Sure enough, a sleek silver convertible sports car came into view, the sun reflecting off a soaring-falcon hood ornament. One of the garage doors opened and David drove straight in. When he emerged a few seconds later, her pulse thumped in anticipation. Would he approve of everything shed done? Would he even notice? Shed worked hard all day, never stopping to rest except to sit by the pool for a half hour while Hannah swam, but even then reading the files hed left on his desk for her.
Her mind reeled with the details of a business completely foreign to her. Her body ached from scrubbing and vacuuming. But shed caught herself humming several times during the day. Work had never been so much fun.
Much of her happiness came from the general situationshe and Hannah had a safe, beautiful place to live. She worked for a decent man. And in a month she would have health insurance and a sense of security. All of that would spill over to Hannah, too, who had tuned in to Valeries stress, especially this past year, even though shed tried to hide it from her daughter. Worry about ever-increasing debt had robbed Valerie of sleep many nights.
The kitchen door swung open, and David breezed into the room, his hair windblown from driving with the top down. The messy look made him seem youngeror maybe just carefree. At the agency yesterday, his jaw had been as hard as granite, his brows drawn together, forming deep lines that had aged him. By evening, hed relaxed considerably.
How was your day? she asked, locking her hands together.
Productive. He set his briefcase on the nearest counter, next to the stack of mail shed brought in earlier. Yours?
The same.
You get your daughter registered in school?
All taken care of. She starts a week from Monday. The bus will pick her up right out front.
He picked up the mail and thumbed through it. Good.
Valerie stood by silently, wondering what to do. Apparently, shed been wronghed only seemed looser. He was taut with tension.
Would you like a drink? she asked.
Yeah. Ill get it, though, he said vaguely, perusing the contents of a large envelope. After a minute he looked up at her. Dont let me keep you.
She smiled. Im here to serve.
Everything about him seemed to relax then. He put aside the mail and focused on her. Something smells great.
Ribs. Theyre precooking now, then Ill put them on the grill to finish them up. Theres also potato salad, corn on the cob and apple pie.
Where have you been all my life?
Looking for you. The wayward thought caught Valerie by surprise. No way was she letting herself wish for something she couldnt have. A smart woman learned from her mistakes.
Ive been out there in the world, she said lightly, getting enough experience to be a great employee for you.
Id ask if you got a chance to look over the files I left for you, but Im sure you did.
Yes.
And went grocery shopping. And made dinner from scratch. And cleaned the house, right?
Im kind of an overachiever.
No kidding. He smiled. Wheres my dog?
Oh! Im sorry. Shes at the cottage with Hannah. She shouldve thought about that. She shouldve realized that he would want to see Belle when he got home from work. Ill go get her.
He put his hand on her arm as she started to pass by him but quickly released her. Belle can stay put for now, although Im surprised she didnt hear my car and come running.
Her heart pitter-pattered at the brief contact. She didnt need this. She didnt need this at all. Belles probably shut inside. I could use the intercom.
Are you nervous about something, Valerie?
I gave you my word that you wouldnt know Hannah was here, and the first thing she did was latch on to your dog.
I believe it was mutual latching. Its fine. Dont worry about it.
Regardless of what he said, she would deal with it as soon as she could. Do you still want to eat at seven?
I think Ill take a swim and kick back for a while. Would an hour ruin dinner?
Not at all.
He nodded and walked away, grabbing a bottle of beer from the refrigerator on his way out. She turned down the oven, then headed to the cottage. Hannah was watching a movie, with Belle curled up next to her on the sofa.
Oops, Hannah said as the dog climbed off the couch without being ordered. They both looked guilty.
Mr. Falcon is home. Didnt you hear his car pull in?
I heard it.
You need to make sure that Belle is let out so she can greet him. He hasnt seen her much the past few years. Hes really missed her.
She looked about to argue but said, Okay.
Belle, Davids home. Valerie held the door open and hoped the dog understood. Her tail wagged slowly as she passed by, as if apologizing. Youre a good girl, Valerie said. Belle gave a little bark then hurried off, heading straight for the house and her dog door.
Am I in trouble? Hannah asked.
No. You didnt know. Now you do, however. Valerie sat beside her. I know its hard on you, not having any friends yet. And Ive been so busy all day and ignoring you most of the time.
Its okay, Mom.
Valerie brushed her daughters hair away from her face. It wasnt okay. Kids needed friends, and it seemed like every time Hannah made a new friend, she and Valerie moved again and Hannah had to start over. Please let this work out, Valerie prayed silently.
She refused to look ahead at the negative possibilitiesthat David wouldnt be happy with her work or his business shut down or something.
That he might meet someone, get married and not need her anymore.
If that happened, she vowed there and then not to move out of the area. She would find another job and stay put, let Hannah have a stable life. Theyd both earned that. Valerie needed to find some friends herself. She missed having a girlfriend to hang out with.
Whens dinner, Mom?
At seven-thirty. Can you make it that long?
Can I go swimming until then?
No. Mr. Falcons in the pool.
Aw, man. Im tired of watching television.
Valerie patted her cheek then stood. Read a book.
Im not that tired. She grinned.
Hell be out of town for a while starting on Sunday. Youll have plenty of time to swim. She moved to the door. Ill bring our plates here when everything is done.
Were not eating at the house?
Hannah, employees dont eat meals with employers.
We did last night.
We hadnt settled in yet, so he invited us. Its different now. Valerie closed the door behind her and headed to the house. She glanced at the pool, saw David swimming laps, methodically, rhythmically, his tempo never altering. She looked away as she rushed by, giving him the privacy hed given her the day before.
In the kitchen Valerie put on a big pot of water for the corn, then went out to the deck to fire up the gas grill. She set the patio table for one, then realized she couldnt hear him swimming. She looked at the pool in time to see him push himself up and out of the water.
Valerie went still. Water drops glistened off his chest. His swimmers body was long and lean and perfectly muscled. There was strength there, enough to pick a woman up and carry her, to hold her close.
Belle trotted up to him, waited to be petted. He crouched down and scratched behind her ears, and she wagged her tail, rubbing happily against him. Valerie heard him talk to the dog, but couldnt hear the words.
He stood, toweling his hair, then saw her. She shouldve returned to the kitchen, pretended she wasnt watching, but she couldnt make her legs work. He was one beautiful male specimen.
He looked away first, then knotted his towel at his hips and headed toward the stairs leading to the kitchen. Her face burned. What would he think? That the sexual harassment claimed by the jerk she used to work for was true? That shed lied? If they didnt have trust, they had nothing. She was living on his property, would have full access to his home, his computer, the details of his business.
She picked up a grill brush and scrubbed hard at the already clean racks until she knew hed made his way through the kitchen and she could comfortably return.
Would he say anything? Had she already ruined her future with him?
Her hand shook as she lifted the pot lid to check on the water.
And so the wait for answers began.
David stood under the shower spray, letting the ultramassage setting work magic on his tight shoulders, trying to pound out the image of Valerie watching him. If she werent his employee, he would be flattered. She was an attractive woman, both soothing and sexy, a rare combination.
But she worked for him, so now what? Just ignore it? Discuss it so they could deal with the situation before it escalated into something uncomfortable, or even impossible?
Man, he needed a date. If all it took was for Valerie to stare at him for a few seconds
But maybe he was wrong. Maybe she hadnt been looking at him. Shed been a good twenty-five feet away, after all. He couldve read something into it that wasnt there. Perhaps his ego had gone into overdrive. His body certainly had, which was why hed wrapped the towel around himself and headed for his bedroom so fast, before she saw how affected hed been.
He stepped out of the shower, the question still foremost on his mind. What should he do?
The phone rang as he zipped his jeans.
David? Its Denise Watson. Just checking in to see how Valerie is working out.
Hearing the voice of the director of At Your Service made Davids decision for him. He didnt want to interview any more candidates. He wanted his life settled. And maybe he was wrong, anyway.
Shes fitting in very well, he told Denise, grabbing a T-shirt from his dresser drawer. Shes a very hard worker.
And her daughter?
So far, so good. He hoped it continued after Hannah felt comfortable in her new surroundings. You never knew with kids.
Im so glad to hear that. Youll let me know if anything comes up, right?
David almost choked. Like something hadnt already come up when Valerie had stared at him so intently, so directly? Ill do that.
Belle followed him downstairs a minute later. He could smell the ribs on the barbecueor the barbecue sauce, anyway. He walked into the kitchen. Valerie didnt acknowledge his presence.
Smells good, he said.
Everythings ready. Still she didnt look at him but moved around the room, putting corn and potato salad on three plates then taking an empty platter to the barbecue, returning with a stack of ribs. She piled a mound on one dinner plate. I set the table on the deck for you, she said, adding ribs to the other two plates. If youd rather eat inside, I can move your place setting.
He was a little intrigued now at how she wouldnt look at him. Hed been right. It hadnt been his ego. Outside is fine, thanks. He took the plate from her. You dont need to wait hand and foot, Valerie.
Okay. She slid her hands down her apron.
He wondered where shed gotten it. He also wondered when the last time was that hed seen a woman wear an apron at home. It seemed so old-fashioned. Or maybe she thought it put a division between them, a reminder of their employer/employee status.
Ill be back in a half hour to clean up the kitchen, if thats okay, she said, picking up the two remaining dinner plates and walking away.
Thats fine. What else could he say?
She apparently hadnt thought about the fact she had a plate in each hand, however, because she stopped at the door, looking bewildered.
Hang on. Ill get it, he said. He grabbed the handle, then waited for her to look at him. Her cheeks took on a pink tinge. The food looks great. The house is cleaner than its been in months. Im not going to make your day longer by discussing the files tonight. I dont need to go into the office tomorrow, so plan on a full morning with me tomorrow.
Okay.
He opened the door. She slipped past him, the scent of hickory trailing her. He shut the door then grabbed his beer and took his plate outside, Belle following and settling under the table, just as Valerie reached the cottage. She didnt turn around and look back at him.
David turned his attention to the panoramic view, something he never tired of. The sun hadnt quite set but had dipped behind the hill, creating an aura that backlit the scene. Peace washed over him.
After a minute he picked up a rib, the meat so tender it almost fell off the bone. He was used to eating alone at home, although not a meal as good as this one, and he certainly never set the table, place mat, cloth napkin and all. It made him seem even more alone.
He picked up his plate and moved to the railing, leaning a hip against the wood as he dug into the potato salad. From the cottage came laughter, first Hannahs then Valeries. Even Belle lifted her head, her ears pricking. Were they reacting to something on television or just making each other laugh? They did that a lot.
He hadnt grown up in a household where laughter was a constant. His mother had left when he was eleven. Before that, his parents had fought all the time, one of the reasons why David refused to fight with anyone. Noah had left for college the same week Davids mother left, and Gideon was fourteen and entering high school, so Gideon hadnt had a lot of time for a kid brother. Their father hadnt been an easy man to please.
Hannah laughed again. Did she miss having a father, as he had missed his mother? Hannah seemed well-adjusted enough.
Belle got to her feet and wagged her tail as she looked up at him with soulful eyes.
David sighed. Okay. You can go see Hannah.
The dog hustled off. Hell, even Belle wouldnt keep him company.
That settled it. Time to take back his life. He would start by accepting invitations, even when he was too jet-lagged. His world had become too routine, too closed in. Too all work and no play.
Time to liven things up.
Chapter Five
So, your home base in Europe is Hamburg, Germany, but youre rarely there? Valerie asked the next morning after spending a few hours with David in his office.
He was searching for a particular file on his computer, his focus on the screen. I go where the potential business is, which means Im taking a train or plane constantly, following leads. I go to Hamburg only to keep a personal hand in the business, because thats where the cars are built. Its good for the crew to see a boss now and then.
And youve been the one solely responsible for wrapping up the deals for the past three years?
He nodded.
No wonder he seemed so tired. It made her want to rub his back.
Valerie picked up her notepad and ran her pen down the notes shed taken. When you leave on Sunday, where will you go?
London first, then Rome.
Shed never traveled outside of California. It all sounded exotic to her, while to him it was probably just routine, maybe even mundane. Do you have a favorite place?
Yes, a newly discovered one. Tumari.
Wheres that?
In Malaysia. Its a sultanate, an extremely rich little country with lots of oil. And its beautiful. Completely different from the places I usually go. He double-clicked on a folder. Usually it doesnt matter much to me where I go, since I rarely do anything but workwining and dining being part of that.
So you have no interest in vacationing anywhere youve been?
Coming home is my vacation. This house is my ultimate five-star resort. His gaze flickered to her. You have dreams of traveling?
Ive always wanted to go to Hawaii.
He smiled. A small dream.
Not to me.
I didnt mean you were dreaming small, but that accomplishing it is relatively easy.
She couldnt contradict him without telling him how close shed been to being homeless two days ago. How long it was going to take her to be debt free. Hed never been poor. Im saving my pennies. Maybe for Hannahs high school graduation.
He seemed about to say something, then looked at his monitor instead. Heres the breakdown of clients, real and potential. How are you with spreadsheets?
Classroom taught, but no work experience.
The data is here in various forms. What I need is for you to extract the data and import it into separate spreadsheets. He opened a blank spreadsheet and showed her how to transfer the numbers, as she took notes.
Whats your goal? she asked.
I want to know if theres business potentially big enough anywhere in particular to justify hiring a local rep permanently for the area. I know where weve sold well. I want to know where weve made inroads but no sales successand, therefore, why. Which models have customers been interested in, then didnt buy? Which engine displacement is being considered? All these things have merit. He met her gaze. All the information is here, but I need it separated and sorted.
Okay. Maybe not as hard as it seemed, she hoped. She would need an atlas, though, since she didnt know where a lot of the European cities were in relation to each other. The Internet would help. Do you want me to work on this now?
He looked at his watch. Its almost lunchtime. Why dont you take an hour off and spend it with your daughter. My guess is shes anxious for a swim.
She didnt like that he had to take Hannah into consideration, but she was glad he did. Can I make a sandwich for you? she asked.
He stretched. Im going for a drive. Ill eat while Im out. I may take a couple hours.
Okay.
Good work today, Valerie. Youre a quick learner.
Youre a patient teacher.
Am I? he asked.
She nodded. Why did that surprise him?
Ive never been known for patience. He jangled his keys in his pocket for a moment, then pulled them out. Ill see you later.
Okay.
He disappeared around the corner then came back into the doorway a moment later. We never discussed your hours.
In what way?
Obviously youre supposed to have days off. Need to have days off. Everyone does. And this job may be sixty hours one week and twenty hours the next.
Lets not worry about it at this point. Ill keep track for now and see how it averages. At some point Ill probably want a weekend to go visit my mom in Palm Springs.
Works for me. He left again. This time he stayed gone.
Days off? She smiled as she stood, laying her notepad on the streamlined black and teak desk, aligning the items on his desktop. Her salary was generous already, plus it included room and board. She could work eighty hours a week and it would still be a good deal for her.
Valerie put the computer to sleep, slid Davids chair under the desk, then moved hers back into position against a wall. She closed the blinds a little, blocking the sun. After a final glance around the room, she turned off the light and headed for the cottage, but before she reached it, a truck pulled in, a trailer full of gardening tools hitched behind it.
She changed direction and headed for the truck.
A man climbed out of the vehicle, thirtyish, not overly tall, brawny. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a leather thong. His T-shirt hugged his torso, his jeans were torn in interesting places, his boots well worn. He looked like the kind of bad boy that teenage girls go for before they learn that good men make better partners.
Bad boysthe kind of man Valerie had gone for. Gotten pregnant by. Although hed been less rough around the edges than this guy.
You Valerie? Bad Boy asked, his fingers splayed low on his hips, a knee cocked, challenge in the stance.
She kept her voice pleasant. Yes.
He angled his head toward the big house. David says I take my orders from you now.
Whats your name?
Joseph McCoy.
She offered her hand. Im looking forward to working with you.
His belligerent pose eased a little, but he wore sunglasses, hiding much of his expression. He shook her hand.
Ill get my notes, she said. Be right back. She didnt wait for him to respond but headed for the cottage.
You want to swim? she asked her daughter as Belle slunk off the couch.
Yes!
Go change. Ill be outside talking to the gardener. She grabbed a notepad from the kitchen counter and left.
Joseph was leaning against his truck, arms crossed. He didnt acknowledge her, even though he couldnt have missed hearing her footsteps. She tapped his arm with her notepad.
Yeah, boss? he asked.
Not a promising start. This is my vision, she said, holding out the notepad for him to take, ignoring his hostility.
He gave her design a cursory look but didnt take the pad from her. No flowers.
Why not? Wont they survive the weather here?
Most things survive with proper tending. But in this case David specifically said no flowers.
He didnt tell me that.
He told me.
I think the garden needs more color variation.
You can do that with plants. Theres lots to choose from. All shades of green. Yellow. Red.
Why havent you used them? She mimicked his hostile pose now, tired of his attitude.
He never said to.
Youre the expert.
Look, lady, David and I have been friends since second grade. He wouldve said something if he didnt like what I was doing.
Mom! Can I get in the pool?
Just a second. As Valerie turned back, Belle came running, but straight to Joseph.
Hey, girl. Youre home. He crouched and gave the dog a good rub. Belle pushed herself against him, knocking him down, making him laugh.
We need to continue our conversation by the pool so that I can watch my daughter, she said, heading that way, expecting him to follow.
Yes, maam.
She stopped, turned around and looked down at him, speaking quietly so that Hannah couldnt hear her. Look, I dont know what bee got in your bonnet but dont take it out on me. Im your partner in this project, not your enemy. I think the place could look spectacular. Its a good basic design. It just needsrefinement.
He seemed to be glaring at her, but how could she tell with his sunglasses in place? Belle looked back and forth between them. He said nothing.
She threw up her hands. Fine. Ill be your boss, then. Follow me. Ill give you your orders. She climbed the path, gestured to Hannah, who was dancing pirouettes around the pool, that she could dive in, then sat on a lounge chair and waited for Joseph to join her.
He took the chair next to hers. Bee in my bonnet? he repeated.
She couldnt gauge if he was making fun of her. Its just an expression.
One that grandmothers use. Before she could say anything, he held up his hands. Truce.
Why should I agree?
I was taking out my bad mood on you. I apologize.
She eyed him for a few seconds, then shrugged. Okay.
Thanks.
Dont do it again or Ill fire you. She grinned.
He gave her a slight salute and reached for her notes and preliminary drawing.
Were you mad because David put me in charge or because I was critical of how the property looked? she asked.
Wow. Youre direct.
Saves time and energy.
Hannah called Belle into the water. Her daughters laughter was contagious.
Dixiemy girlfriendwalked out on me this morning.
Valerie angled her head toward him. She wasnt surprised he confided in her, as many people did. She didnt know what it was about her, but even strangers, like this Joseph, poured out their hearts to her.
Then two of my employees didnt show up for work. Then David called and said I needed to fix the yard, and I should do whatever you said.
Valerie chose the issue that probably bothered him the most. Im sorry about your girlfriend.
Shell be back. Its a pattern. Except she was a little more ticked off than usual this morning.
She wanted to direct the conversation away from his problems. As for doing whatever I say, thats not true, Joseph. I have a vision, but I dont even know if its doable. We need to work together.
I got it, okay? Teamwork. Then he pulled a pencil from his back pocket and redesigned her entire plan.
David chose to drive the Falcon so he could feel the wind in his hair. Hed been shut in the office with Valerie too long for comfort.
Shed smelled good, but not flowery. Not like perfume, but soap. Fruity soap.
And woman.
He downshifted hard as he headed into a turn, an image of her burned into his memory. Shed worn a proper outfit of cotton slacks and a blouse, buttoned to the neck, her hair twisted into some kind of knot, a plastic clip holding it in place. Which left her neck exposed, long, slender, that fruity scent drifting Peaches, maybe?
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- Объём: 210 стр. 1 иллюстрация
- ISBN: 9781472056900
- Дата выхода книги: 04 января 2019
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