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Chapter Two

Sara fed the kids, then secured them into child safety seats in her car. Sam attended preschool three days each week and this was one of his designated days. She’d also prepared a snack for him to eat.

Driving toward the small building, she got into the short car line.

“I don’t like preschool,” Sam said.

Sara glanced at him from the rearview mirror. “What’s not to like? You get to play and meet other children. You get to make things and eat a snack.”

“I don’t like my teacher,” he said. “She’s mean.”

“Mean,” Sara echoed. “What do you mean she’s mean? Does she hit you?”

“No,” he said reluctantly. “She won’t leave me alone. Sometimes I don’t want to play with everyone else.”

“You can play by yourself when you get home. Preschool is good for you. It’s only for a few hours. Maybe you can help someone else who is having a bad day,” she said in the most firm, positive nanny voice she could muster. “I’ll be back to pick you up before you know it.”

She wanted to give him a hug and kiss but knew he wasn’t interested in her affection. Just her sound machine, so far, she thought wryly.

Sara returned home with Adelaide and attempted to get more settled in to her bedroom. She called her sister to check on her, but the call went straight to voice mail. Who knew what her sister was up to? Tabitha was working as a hostess at an exclusive restaurant until the Devereaux family could help find a more suitable position for her.

Tabitha had seemed more than a bit restless lately, and that worried Sara. Their brother, Alex, had persuaded them to leave their home country for safety concerns. He’d assured them he would meet them in Chantaine, but he was nowhere to be found. Tabitha hadn’t tolerated any sort of restraints on her activities very well in the past and she’d been known to act impulsively. Sara hoped Tabitha would be able to keep herself under control a little longer.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Sara took a deep breath and tried to shake off her worries. There was little she could do about Tabitha since they weren’t supposed to be seen together, and there was nothing she could do about her brother. She needed to focus on the present. Who knew what the future would bring?

She picked up Sam from preschool and he presented her with a note from the teacher. Sara decided to pass it along to Gavin later and tried to converse with Sam to no avail. After asking ten questions and trying several times to start a conversation, she decided to shut up. Maybe Sam was decompressing.

Just as she pulled into the driveway, she heard Sam’s heavy sigh. “Everyone is talking about Christmas,” he said in a grumbly voice.

“Well, it’s that time of year. We’ll need to get a tree and decorate soon.”

“Bet Daddy won’t want one,” he said.

Sara looked at Sam in surprise. “Why not?”

“He doesn’t want to do anything fun,” Sam muttered. “Can I go inside?”

“Of course,” she said, and she unbuckled his seat belt.

In contrast to the previous day, the afternoon passed quietly. The part-time housekeeper and cook arrived to clean and prepare meals. Janece Dillon, a lovely middle-aged woman, prepared several meals to freeze for later. “So, you’re the new nanny,” Janece said. “You look so young.”

“Thank you. That’s what Mr. Sinclair said to me. I’m actually twenty-seven,” she said.

“Well, I hope you’ll be able to stay around for the sake of the mister and his little ones,” she said.

“What do you mean?” Sara asked, carrying Adelaide on her hip.

“Well, there have been quite a few,” Janece said as she stirred a pot of pasta sauce. “Nannies, that is. Poor man and his children have been through so much.”

Sara hadn’t been told there’d been several previous nannies. That must be why Gavin had expressed hope that she would make it through the week.

That evening after Gavin arrived home, she slipped him the note from Sam’s teacher. “I didn’t read it,” she said.

He opened the note and sighed, raking his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do. He hates going for therapy. He doesn’t like preschool. I feel like we’re not making any progress with him.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” she said. “Just six months, right?”

“But he’s four years old and he hardly ever smiles,” he said.

“He smiled when you took him for ice cream,” she said, wanting to encourage him.

He looked at her and chuckled. “That’s not something I can do every night.”

“True,” she said. “But we can figure out other things. His favorite foods. Maybe a pet would help.”

“A pet?” he echoed. “I’m barely surviving with these two. Add in an animal and I’ll have to wave a white flag.”

She shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed pets when I was a child. Except one of my nannies allowed me to sneak in a few visits with her hamster, Willie. That was a lot of fun.”

“Why so many nannies?” he asked. “I can’t imagine you causing a lot of trouble, although most of us can’t resist getting into trouble every now and then.”

“I didn’t,” she said. Was that a hint of a sexy glint in his eye? Or was she imagining it? “I stayed out of trouble. My sister and brother, though, made up for me.”

“Is your family originally from Chantaine?” he asked.

“No. We’re from the mainland, but my parents did a lot of traveling,” she said. Uncomfortable with the curiosity she glimpsed in his gaze, she waved toward the stove. “Janece left a pot of pasta and sauce for dinner tonight. Sam has wandered in here a few times, but I thought you might like to eat together.”

“That will work, and it’s one of his favorite meals,” he said. “I’ll wash up, change clothes and help serve it.”

“I can serve it,” she said. “I just don’t possess advanced cooking skills.”

“Me neither,” he said. “That’s why a part-time cook and housekeeper was part of my package of compensation for this job. And a nanny,” he said, meeting her gaze. “The children may not show it yet, but we’re glad you’re here to help.”

“Speaking of helping, we need to think about celebrating the holidays. Sam mentioned that everyone at preschool is talking about Christmas.”

Gavin raked his hand through his hair. “I haven’t really been in the mood for Christmas.”

“Well, you can’t just ignore it,” she said. “Children love Christmas.”

“Maybe we should keep it low-key this year,” he said.

“Sam mentioned that he didn’t think you would want decorations,” she said.

“He may be right. Besides, we left our decorations in storage in the States.”

“He also said you don’t want to do fun things anymore. It’s not my place to tell you how you should act, but perhaps if he saw that you could enjoy some aspects of life, then maybe he would feel free to do so, also.”

Gavin stared at her for a long moment. “You’re right. It’s not your place to tell me how to act.”

Sara felt his assertion for her to step back. Yes, sir, she thought. Adelaide let out a squawk from her infant seat. She’d been snoozing and now clearly wanted to be entertained. “Dinner may take a few more minutes. I suspect the queen of the house will need her diaper changed and she doesn’t like to wait. Can’t say I blame her,” said Sara.

* * *

After dinner, Sara took Sam and Adelaide for a walk down the street while Gavin worked on the palace construction project for a bit. “A beautiful evening for a walk, isn’t it, Sam?”

Sam shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I wanted to play my video game.”

“You can do that tomorrow. The sun is still shining, so we should take advantage. Getting outside is good for you. I always loved getting outside when I was a child.”

Sam glanced up at her and sighed. “Did you have video games?”

“Not that I remember,” she said. “I had a piano and my house always seemed dark.” Sara glanced at Adelaide and noticed the baby’s eyes were closed. “Oh, no, Adelaide is falling asleep. Help me keep her awake so she’ll sleep through the night.” Sara thought a minute, then began to sing. “Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill. One named Jack. One named Jill.” She wiggled her finger on the handle of the stroller. “Fly away Jack. Fly away Jill. Now your turn,” she said.

Sam gave her a blank look.

“Surely you’ve played this game before. It’s been around forever.”

Sam shrugged.

“Two little blackbirds sitting in the snow. One named Fast. One named—” She broke off and waited and waited. And waited. “One named Fast. One named Ssss—”

“Snake?” he said. Sara smiled.

“One named Fast. One named Slow,” she said and continued the rhyme. “Two little blackbirds soaring in the sky. One named Low. One named?” She glanced at him expectantly. “It needs to rhyme with sky.”

“High,” he finally said, and Sara spotted a twinge of triumph in his eyes.

“High,” she said. “Say it louder so we keep Adelaide awake.”

Sam yelled the word and Adelaide gave a start, blinking her eyes. “Good job. Two little blackbirds...”

They played the game for the rest of the walk. She hadn’t heard Sam speak so much since she’d started working with the family, and although she couldn’t exactly call it conversation, it counted as interaction. She planned to put Adelaide on her tummy on a blanket to get her moving a bit. Hopefully both children would sleep well after the exercise. Princess Bridget had told her that one of the keys to parent and child happiness was to wear out the children, and Sara was taking that child-care tip to heart. Trouble was she wondered if she would last through the evening herself.

In fact, after she washed her face and brushed her teeth, she took a book with her to her room and fell asleep midpage. She awakened in the middle of the night, her book resting on her chest and the light from the lamp making her squint her eyes. Reaching for the cup of water she liked to keep on the bedside table, she realized she’d forgotten to bring a cup last night.

Not wanting to awaken Sam by going into the adjoining bathroom, she tiptoed from her room and down the dark hallway. She poured herself a cup of water and drank most of it, then turned off the light at the kitchen sink and slowly made her way down the hall.

She bumped into something that wasn’t a wall. Panic rushed through her. A squeak escaped her throat and she nearly dropped her cup.

“It’s me,” Gavin said before he swore under his breath, probably from the water she spilled on him. “What?

“I am carrying a cup of water,” she said, trying to catch her breath, caught in an unexpected swirl of emotions and sensations. He felt so strong and sure against her. He was holding her to keep her from falling. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had held her other than her family. “You startled me.”

“I heard a noise and thought it might be Sam,” he said, still holding her in his arms.

She felt so safe. His strength vibrated throughout her. Clinging to him, she felt a surprising mix of awareness and emotion thrum through her.

Still struggling for balance, she leaned against him. She inhaled his scent and nearly fell. “Sorry,” she managed. “I didn’t mean to pour water on you.”

“Could be worse,” he said, still holding her.

Sara wanted him to keep holding her. She wanted this feeling never to end. Where were these thoughts coming from?

“Yes,” she said. She still clung to him, soaking him up.

The moment stretched between them. “You okay?” he finally asked her.

“Yes,” she said reluctantly.

“You sure?”

She took another deep breath and inhaled his scent again. “Yes,” she whispered.

He gradually stepped away from her, releasing her from his embrace.

In the darkness, she was caught off guard by the strange stirring in her stomach. Was this desire? “I’ll go back to bed,” she managed.

“What about your water?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, and forced herself to back away from him as much as she could when she really wanted to stay close to him.

“Good night, then,” he said in a husky masculine voice that raced through her bloodstream.

Why was he affecting her this way?

“Good night,” she said and stumbled to her bedroom. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Sara didn’t know what to do with the strange sensation. She’d pushed her wants aside for too long. Sara sank onto her bed and closed her eyes. The room spun. This wasn’t at all convenient. Perhaps it was all an aberration and would disappear in the morning. She couldn’t want the father of the children she was caring for. It just wouldn’t work.

Taking several deep breaths, she wished she could also drink some water to calm herself. Instead, she took more deep breaths, telling herself that she wasn’t attracted to Gavin. She absolutely could not and did not want him.

Her heart still racing, Sara counted backward from three hundred and prayed she would fall asleep before she reached one.

* * *

During the next few days, she avoided Gavin as much as she could, which was difficult due to the small size of the cottage. Despite her best efforts, he brushed against her or she bumped against him. Each time it happened, she felt as if she had received an electrical shock. She felt increasingly aware of his body. Bloody inconvenient. When she crawled into bed at night, she should have been exhausted, and she was. When she closed her eyes, however, crazy images filled her mind. What would it be like to be held in his strong arms? What if, for once, she could let down her guard and relish the protectiveness of a man? She wondered what his mouth would feel like if he kissed her.

Sara groaned and frowned at herself. Stop it. At the same time her contrary mind nudged her. Could she even remember the last time she’d been kissed?

Nine days after she’d started her position, she put Adelaide to bed and went to the kitchen to get her cup of water. She didn’t want to make the mistake of running into Gavin again in the dark. Just as she left the kitchen, he approached her.

Sara almost spilled her cup of water even though there was plenty of light.

“You don’t have to run off to your room every night. You’re welcome to use the other rooms in the house. You can watch television,” Gavin said.

“That’s okay, thank you. I’ve been reading in the evenings. I have headphones and I also often listen to music,” she said, wishing she didn’t feel so aware of him.

“I guess you’re ready for some peace by the time the kids are in bed,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I wasn’t sure you would last. It’s not exactly a plum position for a woman like you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re good with the kids, but this just doesn’t seem like your regular line of work.”

“I needed a change,” she said. “As you saw from my résumé, I apprenticed as a nanny for Princess Bridget’s children. I may not be as experienced as some, but I like to think I make up for what I lack in compassion and determination.”

“I wasn’t criticizing you,” he said. “You’re just prettier than I expected.”

Sara blinked. His compliment caught her off guard. She’d received compliments from many people before, but they’d all known of her position, and frankly she’d never been sure if there’d been a hidden agenda or not. Struggling with a combination of self-consciousness and pleasure, she cleared her throat. “Thank you very much.”

“Besides, you and I both know the kids are at a tough age. Between Adelaide and her teething and Sam’s situation...”

“I think Sam is tolerating me now,” she said, feeling a twitch of humor when she thought about how he sighed when she engaged him with silly games. “Adelaide likes to be fed on time and soothed when she’s hurting. I honestly hadn’t even considered leaving.” Actually, she didn’t know if she had that choice. She’d agreed to work in anonymity in exchange for her and her sister’s safety.

“That’s good to hear. However, you haven’t had a day off and you’re due. I may be able to arrange backup care during the week later on, but it would help if you would pick a weekend day.”

“Okay,” she said, feeling a sliver of relief. Perhaps it would help her perspective and clear her mind to have a day away. She was also determined to visit her sister who had not responded to her calls or text messages recently. “Saturday.”

He nodded. “That will work. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I will,” she said, the intensity in his eyes tugging at something inside her. “Good night, then,” she said, and she and quickly strode to her room. Her heart was pounding too quickly. She felt flushed. Sara swore under her breath. She couldn’t wait for Saturday.

* * *

Anticipating a surprise visit with her sister, Sara drove into town and parked on the street. She bought some fresh fruit and carried it up the steps to Tabitha’s apartment. Spotting the wreath on her sister’s door, she felt a rush of approval as she knocked. At least Tabitha was giving a nod to the holidays. Sara waited. And waited.

She knocked on the door again and Tabitha finally answered the door, wearing a gown she’d clearly donned in a haphazard fashion. Her eyes were droopy from a late sleep-in. “Hi,” Tabitha said in a fake cheery voice.

“Hi,” Sara returned. “I’ve called you, but didn’t hear back. I brought you fruit. I like your wreath.”

Tabitha gave a half smile. “It’s the least I can do. I’m trying to muster a little seasonal joy. It wouldn’t be good to snarl at the guests at the restaurant just because this is another Christmas I’ll be spending trapped. Thank you for the fruit,” she said, taking the fruit. “This is a tricky time...”

A handsome man appeared behind her. “Want to introduce me?” he asked.

“Of course,” Tabitha said. “My sis—” She broke off. “My good friend, Sara. This is Christoph.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Christoph said. “I’ll take a shower while you two visit.”

The man who resembled Adonis disappeared down the hall with a towel draped around his waist. Sara gaped at Tabitha. “What on earth are you doing with him?”

“Having a little fun,” she said. “He’s amazing in bed. Why should I deprive myself? He doesn’t know my real name.”

“How do you know that?” Sara demanded.

“He thinks I’m just a highly educated hostess,” Tabitha said. “Oh, wait. That’s what I really am at the moment.”

“Do you wish you were back in Sergenia?” Sara asked. “Worrying about being kidnapped?”

“I didn’t worry all that much,” Tabitha said. She sighed. “Oh, give me a break, Sasha—Sara, you’ve got to admit this arrangement is entirely too constraining.”

“We’re fortunate the Devereaux family agreed to allow us to stay here,” she reminded Tabitha.

“You’ve always been the one to deny your needs. I can’t do that, and you really shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.”

Sara stared at her younger sister. “There’s a difference between delaying gratification and denying needs.”

Tabitha shrugged her shoulders. “Sounds the same to me. Am I supposed to sit in a dark corner here until someone says it’s safe to come out?” Tabitha shook her head. “I’m young. I want to live.”

“Well, just be careful,” Sara said. “Things can happen...during sex.”

Tabitha laughed but squeezed Sara’s arm. “How would you know?” she asked. She immediately became contrite. “I’m sorry. It must be hard being the family saint. You’ve made it easy for me to be the sinner.”

Sara drew Tabitha into her arms, tightly embracing her younger sister. “I worry about you. I don’t want you to suffer.”

Tabitha’s gaze softened. “I’m not in pain when Christoph is around. He’s Greek. He makes me feel happy. He makes me forget my troubles.”

Sara still felt uneasy about Tabitha’s lover. “If you say so,” she said. “I just want you to be safe, careful and happy.”

“In our situation, one out of three isn’t so bad,” Tabitha said.

Sara took a deep breath. “Look after yourself. I’ll call you. Try to respond,” she said.

Tabitha smiled. “I’ll do my best. Are you sure you don’t want a cup of tea?”

Sara shook her head. “I think I heard the water in the shower turn off. Time for me to go. Call me,” she said, kissing her sister on the cheek before she walked out of the apartment.

Sara wandered around downtown, glancing into shop windows even though she was distracted. She stopped by the gelato shop, ordered her favorite hazelnut gelato and headed for the beach. It was early December and although it was too chilly for swimming, she wanted to make the most of her day. Spooning the delicious dessert into her mouth, she stared at the beautiful azure ocean and felt completely lost.

She was full of worry over her brother, who had been missing for months, and her sister, who appeared determined to compensate for the constraints of the past several months. Sara sighed and her mind wandered to Gavin, Sam and Adelaide. A little trip to the beach would mean so much to all of them.

Spooning the last bit of gelato into her mouth, Sara stood and brushed the sand off her backside. So much for escaping Gavin and his brood. It appeared that her own family situation was crazier than his.

* * *

Gavin alternated between encouraging Sam to eat his lunch and spooning mushy green peas into Adelaide’s mouth. She banged the extra spoon he’d given her on the tray of the high chair. The sound of metal repeatedly striking plastic reminded him of a bad visit to the dentist.

Sam appeared to be having a glum day. “Hey, bud,” he said to his son. “Eat a few more bites of your sandwich.”

Gavin gave Adelaide another bite and she spit the green matter back at him, chortling in delight and banging the tray. “Hey. Give your poor dad a break.”

At that moment, Gavin heard the front door open and footsteps. He glanced up to find Sara in the doorway and felt a shot of relief. “You’re back early,” he said.

He felt her gaze wander over him. She bit her lip as if to contain her amusement. “I’m delighted to know I’m not the only one on whom she likes to shower her food.”

“I bet you look better in green than I do,” he said, somehow feeling much lighter. He wiped Adelaide’s face. She screeched at him in return. “Hope your morning was better than ours.”

“Not bad,” she said. “I ate gelato and sat on the beach for a little while.”

“Gelato,” Gavin echoed.

“The beach,” Sam said, jealousy oozing from his tone.

Sara glanced at both of them. “There’s nothing preventing us from taking a little trip to the beach,” she said. “We don’t even have to swim. We just need to slather on some sunscreen, throw on a hat and roll up our pants if we dare to have the chilly water on our toes.”

Sam scrambled up on his knees in his chair and stared hopefully in Gavin’s face. “Can we go, Daddy? Can we?”

Gavin had so rarely seen Sam exhibit this much enthusiasm during the past few months. There was only one answer he could give his son.