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“He’ll seduce you. You’ll get pregnant and then you’ll have to take care of your baby and his while he does what he wants and forgets all about you except as his nanny!”

Grace smiled at Virginia, who sat watching Grace as she packed.

“No, he won’t. I’m not his type.”

“You’re female. That’s his type.”

Grace laughed. “You don’t know what type of woman he likes. I think he’s all grown up now and taking on responsibility.”

“Wolves don’t change their spots,” Virginia grumbled, tossing her head and causing her long black hair to swirl across her shoulders.

“Wolves don’t have spots,” Grace replied.

“You know what I mean. Aren’t you scared he’ll creep into your bedroom some night and—”

“No, I’m not!”

“You know he had to leave town, and you’ve heard the rumors that when he was seventeen, he got a girl in his high-school class pregnant. She drowned soon after. A lot of people think he might have killed her.”

“I thought you said that the drowning was officially ruled an accident.”

“That doesn’t mean it really was an accident. I’ve heard that he slept with every girl in his class.”

Grace turned around, her hands loaded with folded clothing. “Some of those rumors are absurd, Virginia, if not impossible.”

“No, they’re not. I’ve heard that at least three kids in middle school and high school here are his children. He had to run away. He never finished high school.”

“Just stop, Virginia, and listen to me. He is paying a fabulous sum, more than triple what I’m making. I’m losing my job because the business is closing. Do you realize I can pay off my loans and start achieving my goals? And think about how much I can save.”

“It won’t be worth your life. Money isn’t everything,” Virginia replied.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous! There is nowhere else I can earn a living like this with my background. The baby is sweet, and I’m not afraid of him. He and I will hardly see each other. I’m sure he’s a busy man.”

Virginia rolled her eyes. “You’ll be a pushover for his charm. You’ve only ever dated two guys, Grace. You’re Miss Innocent and he’s Mr. Seduction, besides being the best-looking man in Texas.”

“You finally got something right there. He is very good-looking.”

“He’s a gorgeous stud! I’ve seen him in town, and he’s awesome!”

“I’ll have to invite you out to meet him.”

“You will? Promise!” Virginia wriggled with enthusiasm.

Grace laughed. “So it’s all right for you to come out and meet him, but it’s not all right for me to work for him?”

Virginia pursed her lips. “That’s right. You’ll be living under the same roof with him. I’ll be visiting. You’ll be his servant. I will have an independent status.” She became solemn. “All joking aside, I’m not sure the money will be worth the heartbreak. I think he’ll break your heart and grind up the little pieces.”

“If he does, I’ll have no one to blame but myself.”

“Mark my words, if you aren’t careful you’re going to fall for him. No red-blooded woman could live under the same roof with that gorgeous hunk and resist him. According to rumors, no woman has ever been able to resist him.”

“I’m not his type, I told you.”

“That won’t stop him from seducing you or breaking your heart.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Your parents don’t know anything about your taking this job, do they?”

“Not yet, but I’ve written them and they’ll think it’s wonderful. They let their daughters lead their own lives.”

“And your sisters are in San Antonio and don’t know anything about Wyatt Sawyer. Are you going to tell them about your new boss?”

“Of course, but my view of him may be a tad different from your view of him. Now stop worrying.”

Virginia stretched and slid off the bed. “Let me carry that suitcase to your car. I will worry about you, by the way. He’s wild, Grace. All the Sawyer boys were and two of them are dead because of that wild streak. The first died in a car wreck—he was driving a hundred miles an hour, I’ve been told—and this other brother thought he could fly through a snowstorm when he was warned not to. And people’ve always said Wyatt Sawyer is wilder than his brothers.”

“I’m taking care of his baby, not him. So stop worrying about me.”

“I’m know I’m being a worrier, but there’s just cause.”

“We’ll see,” Grace said, snapping shut the large suitcase.

Early Monday morning, Grace slowed at the front gate to the ranch, drove over a cattle guard and beneath a wrought-iron arch with the S Bar brand. White pipe fencing stretched for miles on either side, and the rolling land was dotted with oaks and cedars. On a far hill she saw Herefords grazing. Far in the distance she spotted a solitary white horse galloping across a field. The ranch was a beautiful place, and she looked forward to her new job. She tried to avoid thinking about Wyatt’s reputation or Virginia’s warnings. Following a hard-packed dirt road, she crossed a wide, wooden bridge, boards rattling beneath her tires.

She looked down at Cotton Creek, a thin, silvery stream of water. As she neared his house, she topped a hill and saw his sprawling two-story ranch house, more houses beyond the main one, a barn and corral and an assortment of buildings beyond the house and a four-car garage. As she recalled from her first visit, the whole place had a prosperous, well-kept appearance. When she finally reached the house, she saw a shiny black pickup parked on the drive at the side of the house, a large black motorcycle parked beyond it and a sleek, dark-green sports car parked on its other side. She frowned, hoping he didn’t take the baby on the bike.

When she walked up to the door and pressed for the bell, her pulse raced. All morning she’d had butterflies in her stomach, but now her nervousness increased and the butterflies had turned into stampeding elephants. The door swung open, and she looked up into Wyatt Sawyer’s dark eyes and tried not to stand there tongue-tied and starry-eyed. The man was sinfully handsome!

“I thought you might change your mind about the job.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said, too conscious of him, noticing the scent of his aftershave. He stood facing her with his hands on his narrow hips, and he wore faded jeans and a T-shirt. He gazed beyond her. “Why don’t you drive around back? I can bring your things in for you.”

As she turned and walked away, her back tingled. She glanced over her shoulder to see that he was still standing in the open doorway, watching her. Taking a deep breath, too aware now of herself, she hurried to her car. She was wearing her simple navy cotton skirt and a white cotton blouse, and she suspected he wasn’t noticing her as a woman. She wondered if he was debating with himself the wisdom of having offered her the job. He had made it clear he’d intended to hire someone older and more experienced.

When she drove to the back, he came striding out of the house, radiating energy and strength. At the same time, she couldn’t stop thinking about the ugly rumors about him when he was in high school. “Just keep your distance,” she said quietly to herself.

Wondering what she had gotten herself into, she popped the trunk and got out of the car.

Wyatt put a bag under each arm and a bag in each hand. “Leave ’em and I’ll get everything for you.”

“I can take something,” she said, picking up a bag. All of her suitcases had wheels, but he could doubtless see that and evidently didn’t want to bother. She had to hurry to keep up with his long-legged stride.

“As soon as we put these in your room, I’ll give you a tour of the house. This is a good time because Megan just fell asleep.”

They entered a spacious kitchen that had a terrazzo floor, fine oak woodwork and pale-yellow tile countertops with a copper vent over the built-in stove. Grace’s spirits lifted a notch as she surveyed her surroundings. An oval oak table stood in the adjoining breakfast room, which had a large bay window with a window seat that looked out on the rolling grounds. The kitchen was light and cheerful, far different from the gloomy family room where he’d interviewed her.

Grace followed Wyatt down a wide hallway, passing beautifully decorated rooms. She noticed her surroundings, but she was more keenly aware of the man striding in front of her, holding four of her heavy suitcases as if the things were empty.

She had brushed off her friend’s warnings about Wyatt, but now that she was here with him, qualms and questions assailed her. Was she entering a wolf’s den, walking into trouble that might cause upheaval in her placid life? Could she possibly keep from falling for him even if he barely noticed her and treated her as professionally as possible? Were the terrible rumors about him true?

He disappeared into a room and she followed, stepping into a large bedroom with an appeal that took her breath. It was elegantly furnished in white and blue, and another grand view could be seen through wide windows.

“This is beautiful!” she exclaimed, looking around and comparing it to her tiny bedroom at home.

“Thanks,” he replied casually. “There’s an adjoining bath, too. Let me give you a tour, and then we’ll get the rest of your things. I’ll have to warn you right now, Megan has had a little cold. She’s been fussy for several days.”

“That’s fine. I can deal with fussiness.”

“I hope so,” he said, studying her as if he could read her thoughts.

“You still sound doubtful, Mr. Sawyer—”

“Wyatt. Mind if I call you Grace?”

“Of course not. Why did you hire me if you have such doubts?”

He clamped his lips together, and she realized that either he hadn’t found anyone else he thought would fit the job or no one else had wanted the job.

“You didn’t have a choice, did you?”

“I just want you to let me know if you want out of this. A screaming baby can shred the patience of some people,” Wyatt replied.

“She won’t shred mine,” Grace said, smiling. “She’s a little baby. But I promise you I’ll let you know if I want to quit. It’s not Megan who worries me.”

She wanted to bite her tongue and wished with all her heart she could take back those last words. His brows arched, and he focused on her with a look that made her want to be anywhere else but in his presence.

“Ah, all those stories you’ve heard about me, no doubt. The wild man of Stallion Pass. Lago County’s bad boy. Is that what worries you?”

She decided this is what people referred to when they talked about being between a rock and a hard place. If she told him what was really worrying her, that she was attracted to her handsome employer, that would be dreadful. But it was equally appalling to tell him that his reputation worried her. Why had she blurted out what she had?

“In caring for Megan, I may have a difficult time pleasing you,” she said.

One brow arched higher, and he gave her an intense look. “I don’t think that’s what you were referring to at all.”

“Maybe not,” she said, feeling her face grow warm, “but I think we should leave it at that.”

He shrugged and turned away. “Come on, I’ll show you the house.” He crossed the room to open a door. “Your room adjoins the nursery. I hope that’s all right.”

“Of course.” She glanced into a pink room with a circus motif and almost as large as her bedroom. She could see the baby sleeping in her crib, a mobile of Disney characters hanging above one end. Wyatt closed the door and Grace realized how close to him she stood. She stepped back quickly and he moved past her. “We could go through the nursery, but we’ll go around it, instead. My room connects to it on the other side.”

This was less-than-thrilling news. Grace frowned and tried to push aside her worries.

As she walked down the hall with him, he motioned her into a room that ran the length of one end of the house. His king-size bed was covered in a deep-green comforter. Surprisingly, shelves with books lined one wall. “That’s a lot of books. Do you do much reading?”

“Nope. This house is much like Hank and Olivia left it, and the books were theirs. I’m slowly going through things and changing what I want to change.”

A broad stone fireplace was at another end of the room with Navajo rugs on the highly polished hardwood floor. A bowl of chocolates sat on the corner of a desk. Wyatt picked the bowl up and offered her one. When she declined with a shake of her head, he took a dark chocolate and set the bowl back on the desk.

“You have a beautiful home.”

“Thanks, but I can’t take credit. My sister-in-law did all the decorating, and they stayed out here some, but not often. She preferred to live in San Antonio. The only room she didn’t do over was the family room, and I’m having it done soon. I’m not living with that reminder of my childhood.”

He sounded so bitter that Grace glanced at him sharply. “Your childhood wasn’t happy?”

“Hardly.”

“I’m sorry. I was fortunate there.”

“It was a long time ago, and you’re lucky.”

“I can settle in while Megan is sleeping,” she said, reminding herself to keep things impersonal. “You show me what you want me to do.”

He nodded and gave her a tour of the house, part of which had been built by his great-great-grandfather; the rest had been added through the years. In the paneled room that was his office, he motioned to a stack of letters on the edge of an otherwise clean desk. “Those are applications for the nanny position. I could have kept on interviewing for the rest of the month.”

Amazed, she turned to him. “If you have so many possibilities, why did you hire me? Were you in a rush for some reason?”

“Nope.” He rested his hands on his hips again. “I’ve interviewed too many women to count and still had all those applications. I glanced through them. I’m the new guy in the neighborhood, and a lot of single women want a date. It’s not that I’m so adorable or charming. I’m just new here.”

“You’re not new at all. You grew up here,” she protested.

“I’ve been away a long time, and some people don’t know me or anything about me.”

“And how did you know that I didn’t apply because I wanted to date you?”

Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “You didn’t send me a cute, flirty résumé. You sounded quite earnest about the job. And when I asked if you had marriage in mind, you said no.” His brows arched. “Did I assume wrong?”

“Oh, my, no!” she replied, and saw the corners of his mouth lift in a faint smile. “I’m sorry,” she added quickly. “It’s just that this is a job—dating has no part in it.”

“I’m teasing. Forget it. You told me you weren’t interested.” He picked up the letters and walked around the desk to toss them in the trash.

“How do you know that there wasn’t that one perfect, older, mature, grandmotherly type in those letters?”

“I read through them. I’ve had so many interviews, I don’t think I can stand one more.”

“So I was sort of chosen by default.”

“No, not really. That day you were out here, you had a connection with Megan. That was important.”

The dining room was another large room with a fireplace. As they walked into the room, she heard a baby’s wail through the intercom.

“Megan is awake. You can come with me to get her.”

Grace hurried with him, and at the nursery door, he stepped aside to let her enter first, but then he moved past her to pick up the crying baby. As he bent over the crib, his T-shirt clung tightly, revealing the ripple of muscles. Grace watched the flex of muscles in his back and arms. His broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist and narrow hips. How was she going to work with this man daily and keep everything impersonal? Just watching him, she felt flushed and warm.

“Have you ever changed a diaper before?” he asked.

“Oh, yes. After my interview with you, I baby-sat a friend’s three-month-old baby several times so I could practice.”

“Good,” he said, holding Megan on his shoulder and patting her. She quieted and he moved to a changing table, changing her diaper swiftly and then picking her up again. “I think I better get a bottle first and then I’ll show you where all her things are and go over her schedule.”

“Let me give her the bottle so she’ll begin to get accustomed to me,” Grace said. Wyatt nodded and handed Megan to her.

“Hi, Megan,” Grace said softly, holding the baby up on her shoulder and patting her. From that moment, for the rest of the day, Grace was busy with the baby and learning about the house and schedules and what Wyatt expected.

“I’ll take care of her at night,” Wyatt said that evening when he gave Megan a bottle. “The only time you have to take over duties after bedtime is when I’m away. Whenever I’m around in the evening, I’ll take care of her.”

“I can help. After all, I’ll be here, anyway,” Grace said.

Megan was fussing and Grace and Wyatt took turns walking her, the only thing that seemed to quiet her. At one point Wyatt told Grace to eat supper. Then she looked after Megan so he could eat.

While Wyatt got Megan to sleep, Grace went to her room to unpack. She could hear him in the nursery, talking and singing softly to Megan, and later, the creak of the rocking chair.

Grace put her clothes in a large chest of drawers, looking again at the beautiful room where she would live. Too clearly, though, she could remember Wyatt standing in it, watching her curiously with his brows arched. There were moments when he seemed to focus his full attention on her, and those moments made her pulse race.

It was difficult to reconcile the man who was rocking and singing to a tiny baby in the next room with the person who ran out on a young woman he got pregnant when they were in high school. If anyone seemed the perfect, totally caring father to a baby, it was Wyatt Sawyer. Perhaps the years had changed him.

It was after midnight and the house was quiet when she showered and dressed in her short blue nightgown. She brushed out her hair, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

She had no idea what time it was when she stirred at the sound of Megan crying. She remembered Wyatt saying he would get up in the night with Megan, so she tried to go back to sleep, but the baby continued crying until finally Grace threw back the sheet and got up. She pulled on her blue cotton robe and hurried to the nursery to check on the baby. She noticed the open door to Wyatt’s room. How could he sleep through Megan’s crying?

Avoiding glancing in the direction of Wyatt’s bed, Grace rushed to close his door. While Megan cried, Grace switched on a small table lamp.

“Are you hungry, sweetie?” she asked softly, picking the baby up and walking her, trying to quiet her. She remembered where Wyatt kept formula and bottles and turned to carry Grace to the kitchen.

Just then the door to Wyatt’s room flew open. He started into the room, saw Grace with Megan and froze.