Jessica Hart - Kissing Santa

His next words seemed to confirm that however indiscreet she had been she hadn’t been that indiscreet. ‘No, I found it fascinating,’ he said, although not without some sarcasm. ‘I didn’t realise that anyone would think of nannying as a career incompatible with children. I would have thought that anyone who chose to spend their time looking after other people’s children would want to have their own eventually. Isn’t that what you want?’

Amanda thought of a recent weekend that she had spent with her sister, who had three children under five, and barely repressed a shudder. ‘No...I mean, not yet,’ she added, seeing Blair lift an eyebrow at her horrified expression.

‘Well, you’re still young,’ he said indifferently as he made his way round to his door. ‘And children are an enormous commitment.’

‘Exactly.’ Amanda climbed into her seat as well, relieved that he wasn’t going to enquire any further into her aversion to children. ‘Is that why you don’t have any? Because you travel so much?’

Blair turned the ignition key and coaxed the engine into life. ‘One of the reasons,’ he said uninformatively.

Amanda studied him from under her lashes and wondered what the other reasons were. Why wasn’t he married, anyway? Her ready imagination was quick to endow him with a doomed love affair in the past, but when her eye fell on the straight, stern line of his mouth she changed her mind. The Blair McAllisters of this world didn’t waste time on desperate romances. They chose wives who were calm and sensible and wouldn’t complain about being cold or wet or fed a constant diet of ginger-nuts, she decided glumly.

A strange feeling stirred inside Amanda and she looked away to stare unseeingly at the scenery. Blair wasn’t like the other men she had known. He certainly wasn’t like Hugh, who had been so handsome and charming and yet, deep down, so stuffy. It was true that Hugh had called the whole thing off in the end, but she really did think it had been for the best, no matter how pathetic Blair had made her drunken monologue sound. She wasn’t ready to settle down with anyone yet. She wanted to have a good time, not get bogged down in interminable discussions about commitment, which was all her friends ever seemed to do.

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