Roxann Delaney - A Nanny for the Cowboy

“Seems to me it would be good,” she answered.

Luke turned to look at her again, his face set in a deep, worried frown. “I’m not sure. Something is wrong and has been for a long time. I just wish I knew what.”

She folded her hands in front of her. “Why don’t you ask him?”

Luke snorted. “Ask him? Sure, if I want him to bite off my head.”

She shrugged and stood, moving to the sink, her back to him. “What makes you think that?”

“You have to know Dylan. He’s... He’s broody. And that’s normal for him. But lately he’s just been— I don’t know.”

She turned on the faucet to fill a glass of water, and replied, “I guess you’d know that better than me.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”

He sounded a little bewildered. And close. Without turning around, she cleared her throat. “And that’s a bad thing, why?”

“It just isn’t Dylan, that’s all. You’d probably have to know where he’s coming from to understand.”

She felt more than heard him move away and relaxed. Shutting off the water, she began putting a few odds and ends in the dishwasher, then closed the door to it before turning to look at him. “What do you mean? Coming from where?” She didn’t miss his frown. “Or maybe I shouldn’t be asking.”

He shook his head as he walked back to the sliding door. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time, if you want to share. Sometimes it helps just to talk it out.”

Luke’s sigh was heavy with worry. “I wish Dylan would talk it out or at least try. I don’t know exactly what it is, but he’s been like this for a long time. This year, he’s been more quiet than usual. He’s always been quiet, but...” He turned to look at her. “I guess that sounds pretty crazy.”

“Not really.” She returned to her seat and waited, wondering if it might be better to let this go. After all, it wasn’t her problem, except that what affected her employer might also affect her and her job. She chose her words carefully. “Everybody reacts to things differently. Obviously something about him has you concerned. While others might not notice, for someone who knows him well, any small shift in his usual behavior would bring up a red flag.” She looked up to see him studying her.

“You’re pretty smart, you know that?”

She felt her face heat with embarrassment. “Not really, but I’ve taken some psych classes. And growing up in a big family gave me a little personal insight.”

“I’ll bet it did.”

She didn’t know if she could help him with his brother, but she hoped she could. From her own experiences, she knew that, in a family, one person’s mood often affected others. “There are three of you in the family?” she asked.

He nodded and joined her at the counter. “Erin is the oldest, then Dylan, then me. Our folks—” He avoided looking at her and ran his hand through his hair. “Well, that’s part of the story, I guess.”

“Aunt Rita said you lost your folks in an accident when you were in high school.”

“I was fifteen.”

It was clear that he still carried a lot of emotional pain from his parents’ deaths. She knew she’d been lucky. Everyone in her family was alive and fairly well, except for the usual ranching-related broken bones and cuts along the way. Her younger brother had been in a car accident two years before and her father had suffered a stroke the year before that, but as a whole, they were all doing well.

“That must have been hard. For all of you,” she said quietly.

“Yeah. But it was hardest on Dylan. He still takes time off every year near the anniversary of when it happened.” He clasped his hands on the table in front of him and looked at her. “He was a senior and captain of the baseball team, so he left early for the first game of the season. The game was canceled though, when a storm moved in, but by the time they thought the storm had passed, Dylan hadn’t come home. He was usually pretty responsible about that sort of thing. When they didn’t hear from him, they went to look for him. They didn’t know that a second storm behind the first was even worse. The rain was so bad, they could barely see the road, and they were broadsided by a semitruck.”

Hayley’s throat constricted with emotion. “I can’t even imagine what it was like for you all.”

“The phone lines were down in town, so Dylan had stayed at the school with a few friends, waiting out both storms. When the rain began to let up, he started home and came upon the accident, just as the emergency crews arrived.”

“Oh, no,” she whispered, imagining how Luke’s brother must have felt.

He looked up at her. “He’s never gotten over it, and he refuses to talk about it. He quit the baseball team and devoted himself to the ranch and to finishing school. He’d been offered a college scholarship, but wouldn’t take it, and nothing anyone said could change it. Erin stayed around and took care of us both, until I graduated, then she started traveling the rodeo circuit full-time.”

“Aunt Rita mentioned she’s a barrel racer.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Luke pushed away from the table and stood. “I ought to drive over to Dylan’s and make sure he’s doing okay.”

“And I need to check on Brayden.” Hayley stood, unsure of whether to say something about what he had shared with her or to just let it go.

“Wait a second,” he said. “What with all this stuff about Dylan, I forgot something. Let me get my checkbook and I’ll pay you for this week, before I go.”

His words were a reminder to her that she was supposed to be doing her job, not telling her employer how to deal with his brother. She was there to take care of his son. She obviously had a problem, but Luke wasn’t it. She was. Hadn’t she spent the past five days denying her attraction to him? And wasn’t that beyond foolish of her? Especially since she wasn’t interested in a relationship with anyone. Not after Nathan and definitely not at this point in her life.

While she silently scolded herself, Luke returned to the room, holding a check in his hand. “You’re great, Hayley,” he said. “With Brayden,” he added quickly.

For a reason she didn’t want to explore, disappointment hit her. Swallowing a sigh, she turned to leave. But a hand on her arm stopped her and she turned back.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Luke said. “I guess I don’t know how to handle this kind of situation.” He released her and raked his hand through his hair. “It’s just been Brayden and me for so long, and having you here, taking care of him— Well, it’s changed a lot of things. I guess I’m just having trouble...”

“Adjusting?”

A smile lit his face. “That’d be the word.”

Her heart skipped a beat and without thinking, she took a step forward. “That makes two of us.”

His eyes darkened as he looked at her. “We’re a couple of misfits, I guess.”

His voice was husky, sending a shiver of warmth through her, until she realized what was happening. Giving herself a hard, mental shake, she stepped back immediately. Was she crazy?

“You—you’d better get going,” she managed to say. Clutching the paycheck in her hand, she brushed past him, headed for her room. If she wasn’t careful, she’d have to quit her job. And she’d have no one to blame but herself.

* * *

“SORRY ABOUT THE INTERRUPTION,” Dylan told Hayley that evening, “but I need to get these cattle records. I’m glad I got to see Brayden before bedtime, though. Makes me wish I had a little one so I’d need somebody like you to look after him.”

Luke opened his mouth to tell his brother that Hayley was already taken, but he stopped and clamped it shut. One or the other of them would take it wrong, when all he meant was— He didn’t mean anything. Not a damn thing, and if his brother wanted to start up with her, he wasn’t going to stop him. After all, she was his son’s nanny, not some woman he had a thing for.