Cheryl Wolverton - A Father's Love

That’s when she’d been injured. Oh, she didn’t think Johnnie’s daddy had meant to hurt her. He’d only meant to move her aside so he could get to his boy. As far as she knew, Johnnie’s father had never been of a violent nature. However, he’d pushed her and in the process he had tripped over one of those stupid shrubs that all businesses put out to look nice but only ended up getting in the way.

Trying to stop their fall by counterbalancing, Kaitland had shoved back against him, but the maneuver hadn’t worked. She’d ended up with a table on top of her and he’d ended up going through a plate-glass window.

And some of the children had witnessed the scene.

The man was now at the hospital getting stitches—and sobering up—and she was sitting in the office nursing a bruised jaw.

And a temporary removal from the eyes of the parents and kids until her battered face healed. Instead of overseeing the day care for the rest of the week, her pastor, Jake, had suggested she stick with the paperwork until everything blew over. There had already been two calls from concerned parents—boy, did news travel fast in a small town. Since there was a board meeting scheduled in a few weeks, the pastor suggested they discuss the incident then. But he didn’t expect any trouble. By then any worries would be gone, Jake had assured her, and she would be able to go back to work with no problems. But she still had to wait that long.

It couldn’t get any worse.

Of course, looking at her jaw now, Kaitland saw only a very faint coloring to it. She didn’t bruise easily. She knew that from five years ago…

Her eyes still held a slightly dull glaze, no doubt from the pain in her jaw.

“Well, at least you’re not losing any pay while you’re working in here with me, though you’re probably going to be bored to death.”

Kaitland smiled at Shirley, knowing she was right. Shirley was short, no more than five foot and had bright red hair and green eyes, fitting her Irish heritage. She also possessed the energy of ten people, one of the reasons Kaitland was so glad to hire her in the first place. Kaitland hated the paperwork and was glad when the day-care center had been able to afford a full-time bookkeeper/secretary, taking the burden off Kaitland’s shoulders. Since Kaitland had helped found the day care, she’d done all the extra work. She could honestly say it was nice to be the director. Now she worked overseeing so much of what she hadn’t particularly loved to do before. The only thing she really missed was working with the kids on a one-to-one basis.

“You’re right,” Kaitland told Shirley. “I’ll be bored to death. I’d go ahead and take vacation right now, but I don’t want Jake to think I’m bailing out on him.”

“How about another job then?” a voice said.

Both women gasped. Kaitland’s eyes shot to Jake, who’d just entered the room, afraid to believe what she’d just heard. As if realizing his mistake, he said, “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I had a call from a friend who runs an employment agency. We have a mutual friend in need of a temporary nanny…Why don’t you come into my office?”

Temporary nanny? She shot Shirley an odd look and followed the pastor into his office. Once they were seated, he continued, “I didn’t mean to blurt that out. Sometimes my humor falls flat.”

Jake Mathison was thirty-two, single, but also singleminded in his dedication to his job. He’d been enthusiastic four years ago when Kaitland had approached him about the idea of opening a day-care center in their church. He’d supported her every step of the way. So, Kaitland knew he didn’t mean anything by what he’d said, but was curious anyway about what he’d meant. She sat patiently and waited as he rubbed one hand over his face.

“This is confidential.” Jake leaned forward in the chair, his gaze meeting hers and showing her the seriousness of his statement. “That’s why I brought you in here. This is something I don’t want overheard by anyone.” Placing his hands on the desk, he allowed a small smile to ease Kaitland. “As I said, a friend called the employment agency, needing a nanny. The person requires immediate help at his house. It seems that some kids were abandoned on his doorstep.”

Kaitland’s mouth dropped open. “Has he called Child Services?”

“No. No, there was a note. Um, well, the note intimated that the kids were his, though he denies it. He wants to find out what’s going on before he does anything with the children. And the first thing he needs is a nanny.”

“Why me?”

“He didn’t ask for you. He just asked the agency for someone who’s not gossipy. I’ve known you for five years now, Kaitland,” he said, calling her by the name everyone at church called her by. “I’ve never heard a word of gossip out of you. I feel I can trust you.” He leaned slightly forward again, and with earnest eyes, added, “I also know you can use the extra money. Not only can you take your paid vacation if you want, but you’ll be getting a salary, almost double what you’re earning now, while you’re on the job there.”

“Double?” Kaitland gaped. She could sure use the money. Her grandmother’s medical bills over the last year and a half, and then her funeral, had put Kaitland in debt. She was barely managing each month, which was ironic, considering her stepbrother was rich. But he’d refused to help their grandmother after she had disowned him. So, it was left to Kaitland to see to her grandmother’s bills now that she was gone. And the taxes were past due on the house her grandmother had left her. She hated the thought of losing the place. Yet, now she was being given a possible solution to her dilemma. “Why is he willing to pay so much?” Then another thought crossed her mind. “Just who is he?”

“Discretion is part of his need. And he’d want you to live in. As for who he is…”

Jake leaned back and folded his hands across his flat stomach. Why did that gesture make her feel so uneasy?

“It’s been a long five years for you, Kaitland.”

Kaitland knew he was talking about the incident, as she thought of it.

“I’ve watched you recover from the circumstances, pull your life back together and conquer almost all of your fears. You’re a strong woman, willing to work hard at the work God has called you to. Not only that, but you’re devoted in your personal life, too. Sometimes we don’t understand the trials we go through, but we have to remember that God lets us go through things to mold us how He wants us, into His image.”

“What are you getting at, Jake?” Nervously, she gripped her damp palms together in her lap. She didn’t like talking about that time. She had overcome most of what had happened.

That was the catch, though.

Most

She knew there was still some bitterness and hurt there, but was at a loss how to let go of it.

“Getting on with your life, Kaitland,” the pastor said. “I would never suggest anything that might hurt you. I feel you’re ready for this.” He paused, then, “The man is rich. I know your ex-fiancé was rich, too. I thought this might be the perfect opportunity for you to get out around that social set again and see that not all of them are like your ex-fiancé. Since I know this family and would trust them with my own sister, I feel you’d be safe. What do you say?”

Perspiration broke out on Kaitland’s skin. She’d never told her pastor the name of her ex-fiancé as she’d started at this church after that fiasco. But her pastor talked about his friends a lot. It couldn’t be…it just couldn’t be.

Still, she so desperately needed the money, she knew before she asked the next question that she was going to take the job. “Who is it?”