SUSAN MEIER - The Nanny Solution

After eight years of being an Agency courier, someone who traveled so much that he could do pickups and deliveries for them, Edgar had approached him about becoming an agent. Not being able to shoot a gun and knowing absolutely nothing about covert operations, Jake had questioned Edgar’s sanity in making the offer, but Edgar reminded him that he traveled so much that he knew certain cities like the back of his hand. He knew currency. He knew languages.

With that explanation, Jake had become unexpectedly interested. Not because he craved adventure—though he did—but because he was bored. So Edgar’s offer appealed to him, and he told Edgar that if the CIA agent could show him he could handle this job, he would take it.

To prove to Jake that he could do this, Edgar had arranged for a more risky courier assignment. On Wednesday, Jake was to deliver a passport that had been sewn into the cover of the Day-Timer that Edgar had brought tonight as a birthday present. Jake would then “forget” the Day-Timer in a Paris café and it would be picked up by a waiter, who would drop it in the trash to be taken to a Dumpster behind the restaurant. An agent would pick it up and deliver it to the wife of an Iranian diplomat who had refused to defect until he had proof his wife was safe.

Though he hadn’t yet fulfilled the assignment, Jake knew he could do it in his sleep and within a few weeks he would be on the CIA payroll. In spite of the fact that becoming an agent would probably mean he could have to quit working for Troy, Jake knew he had found the way to make his life interesting again. And that knowledge filled him with absolute joy.

“I don’t mind being happy and confident. I’m lucky,” he said, teasing Hannah again, making sure she enjoyed this dance as much as he did. “My life panned out beautifully. I have more money than I could ever spend. And I’m not too bad-looking if I do say so myself.”

“You don’t have to say so yourself,” Hannah said, though her eyes were focused anywhere but on him. “Just hang around the bar. Most of the women there are talking about how attractive you are in that tux.”

And she’d noticed. No wonder she wouldn’t look at him. She didn’t want him to see she found him attractive, too. “Well, I think that’s only fair since I am the birthday boy. I should be the center of attention.”

She snorted with disgust. “Right.”

Jake laughed again, spun them around, but the song ended and Hannah quickly stepped away. Jake decided that was good. He liked her and they definitely had some kind of chemistry, but this was his best friend’s little sister. If he as much as kissed her goodnight, Luke would probably punch him.

“Thank you for the dance.”

“You’re welcome,” Hannah said, turning and scampering away from him.

Hannah Evans had no idea why Jake Malloy had asked her to dance, but she did know he wouldn’t ask her again. Why? Because she was a dimwit.

Within two minutes of sliding into his arms, she’d had to admit that she had lost her job, which could only make her seem pathetic. Then to make matters worse, she couldn’t keep eye contact because his eyes were so…well…powerful. Dark and focused, they glowed with the confidence of a man who had been around the world several times for business…and for pleasure. Even if she had dared to dream that he had asked her to dance because he was attracted to her looks—and from the once-over he had given her before he’d led her out to the dance floor, she had actually thought he was—she knew men like him preferred their women on the sophisticated side.

If there was one thing the regular citizens of Wilburn—including herself—were not, it was sophisticated. Wealthy residents like Jake and Troy Cramer, who globe-trotted, had formal parties and mingled with heads of state, were the exceptions, not the rule. If Jake hadn’t known that before, she had succeeded in proving it when they’d danced. She had probably also reminded him of why he didn’t date women from his hometown, even if he was attracted to them. Which was why she had been pacing in the open area of the powder room cursing her stupidity for the past few minutes. She wasn’t the kind of girl who had to be the belle of the ball, but just once in her life she would like to dance with the Prince without making a fool of herself.

“Come on, Hannah. We’re about to sit down for dinner.” Hannah’s older sister, Sadie, had opened the door and peeked inside. Dressed in a sleek pink gown and dangling diamond earrings, Sadie not only glowed, she also canceled Hannah’s belief that all of the residents of this town were unsophisticated. Sadie had recently married Troy Cramer, the software billionaire, and from her chic outfit to her demeanor, Hannah’s sister was the picture of poise.

“Okay.”

Hannah left the powder room and followed her sister down the hall. But the whole time she and Sadie walked toward the party she stared at her sister wondering when this transition had occurred. Sure, Sadie had gone away to college. She had attended the police academy. She had also lived in an apartment in Pittsburgh and worked on the city of Pittsburgh police force for five years. Hannah knew Sadie was a little more worldly than everybody else, but she hadn’t noticed her turning into somebody who could fit in at a presidential reception. Yet, here she was.

“Let’s go find Troy,” Sadie said, gracefully maneuvering through the crowd and heading toward the French doors, directing Hannah to Jake’s patio where a tent protected round tables that had been arranged for dinner. Covered in white linen cloths and decorated with fat bowls of fresh roses, the tables formed a large U around the pool. The June air smelled of blossoms.

The elegance of the house, the beauty of the grounds around it, and the casual romance of the night had Hannah almost sighing with longing, not so much out of desire for Jake’s exquisite home as for the man who owned this wonderful place. Jake was handsome, masculine and vibrantly alive. He had as much charm and charisma as his wonderful estate. When she’d danced with him she would have happily cuddled closer—if only because he was irresistibly sexy. But, stunned by the impact of those dark eyes of his, she’d panicked, acted like a schoolgirl and blown any chance she might have had with him.

Sadie began guiding her to the table where Troy sat with Jake, and Hannah stopped abruptly. There was no way she was eating with him. None. She had already made herself look foolish enough. She wasn’t adding to his already miserable impression by dropping a shrimp in her lap, which she would undoubtedly do if he gave her one of those looks again.

Before Sadie got too close to the table, Hannah indicated with a movement of her hand that she was about to go right. “I think I’ll sit with Mom and Dad.” She pointed to her parents, Lily and Pete Evans, who had an empty seat at their table.

Sadie gasped and scrambled back to Hannah. “Why? For Pete’s sake, Hannah! Jake is single…”

“Which is exactly why I’m…Oh, no!” Hannah said, realizing Jake might have danced with her because her sister had put him up to it! Oh, Lord! If Sadie had told Jake to dance with her and was now forcing them to sit together because she was matchmaking, Hannah would die of embarrassment. “No. Now for sure I’m not sitting with you.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Hannah countered incredulously. “Because you’re matchmaking! And it’s obvious!”

“Don’t you like him?” Sadie asked with a laugh.

“Or maybe she does like him.”

Hannah whipped around to face her oldest sister, Maria. Short and cute, with abundant curves and thick black hair that fell almost to her waist, Maria looked more like a Spanish singer than an all-American mom with three kids and a nearly bald husband. Though the sleek red dress Maria wore contributed to her saucy demeanor, Hannah knew a person had to have a certain “something” to carry off the sexy aura Maria projected; she experienced the same rush of recognition that she had with Sadie. Just like sister number two, sister number one had “it.”