Mary Forbes - Twice Her Husband

“You realize it’s six o’clock and dawn’s barely broke, boy?”

He grinned. Eva was only fifteen years older than Luke, but she’d once been his babysitter; in her eyes he was still a “boy.” “Yeah,” he said. “But I know you’re always up with the birds.”

“Don’t mean I wanna talk to ’em,” she grumbled, though he heard the underlying affection.

“Sorry. Did I take you away from something?”

“Nah. Just doing some baking for my son’s wife. She had a new baby, y’know?”

“Yeah, I heard. Congratulations. Listen, Eva. I was wondering if you’d like a job for about six weeks.”

Whatever it took he’d square away some of his wrongs with Ginny. Hiring a nanny was just a start.

Her skin tingling from the warmth and strength of Luke’s arms when he’d carried her downstairs and to the kitchen table moments ago, Ginny eyed the woman making pancakes on her stove.

Eva Asher. A nanny.

He’d hired the kids a nanny and her a housekeeper.

She pinched her lips together. She didn’t need a nanny. Yes, she had a broken leg. Yes, she’d be forced to wear flowing skirts like the green one she had on. But if he’d give her one darn chance, she’d prove the stairs and the children weren’t obstacles. Besides, who wanted a stranger in their house?

Damn the man. Okay. She’d wait until they drove Alexei to school. And Mrs. Asher went home. Then she and Luke would get down to the nitty-gritty of this nanny business.

Joselyn banged her spoon on the tray of her high chair. Ginny picked up the child’s juice mug and held it to the baby’s rosy mouth.

“Daee.” Joselyn pointed her spoon at Luke, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes, pouring coffee into two cups at the counter.

“Luke,” Ginny corrected.

“Daee!” Joselyn insisted and dug up a spoonful of cream of wheat. Again, she held the utensil toward Luke. Porridge dripped onto the floor.

Luke set the cups on the table. “Hey, button nose. You’re making a mess.”

“I’ll get it later,” Ginny told him.

He grabbed a paper towel and came around to her side.

“I said I’d get it,” she growled in his ear as he squatted between the two chairs. He looked up, winked. “Uh-huh.”

Alexei and Bargain bounded into the kitchen. “I smell pancakes, Mama.” As if noticing a wall too late, boy and pup slid to a halt. “Who’s that?”

Luke threw the paper toweling into the trash under the sink. Mrs. Asher carried a stacked plate to the table. “Eva. And you’re Alexei, right?”

“Yeah,” he said cautiously.

“Good.” Her face was an atlas for laughter. “I heard blueberry pancakes are your favorite.”

“I could eat a thousand,” he avowed shyly and slid onto a chair.

“A thousand it is, then.” She turned to the stove. Right there, Ginny’s admiration for the woman rose.

“Well, maybe not that many,” Alexei admitted.

“No? Too bad. I was hoping for a spot in the Guinness World Records.”

“Yeah, right,” he muttered, but a smile tugged his mouth.

Luke snatched a pancake off the plate. “Gotta run.”

“Wait,” Ginny called as he strode from the kitchen.

“Daee!” Joselyn banged her spoon and kicked her heels.

He popped his head around the corner.

“You and I,” Ginny said, curbing her frustration at having to push to her feet with a crutch and dealing with Luke in front of her children and a stranger. “We need to talk.”

“Can it wait?” He checked his watch. “I’m due in court in an hour.”

“Now.” Damn it, he might have heavy-handed her with the nanny gig, but he would not run out on her until the issue was settled in her favor.

“Daaa!”

“He’s not Dad!” Alexei snapped. The dog cowered under the table at the pitch of the boy’s voice. “How many times do we have to tell you that?”

The baby began to cry. Tears spilled over her cheeks.

“Hey, now, little princess.” Eva plucked the child from the high chair. “Luke’s gonna come back. Don’t you worry.”

No, he’s not, Ginny thought.

Joselyn held out her arms to Luke.

He shook his head. “I can’t take her with me.”

Ginny almost felt sorry for him. “She wants a kiss.”

“What?”

“Boone used to kiss her goodbye.”

“Daee!” Joselyn still clutched her spoon.

Eva walked toward him with a gentle smile.

“A kiss?” He stared at the baby. Cream of wheat smeared her rose-petal cheeks and lips.

Ginny curbed a laugh. Oh, Luke, if you had a mirror.

A look of utter helplessness lined his mouth. His gaze darted to her, to Eva, to Joselyn, back to Ginny.

He bent his stubbled cheek close to her daughter—and yelped when she grabbed his ear and nose for an open-mouthed smacker just below his eye. A sweet cream-of-wheat kiss.

Ginny giggled.

He flared her a look. “Somebody needs to cut that child’s nails,” he groused, and stalked from the house.

Ginny couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “You’re too funny, pookie.”

Not until the door closed behind Luke did she remember she’d wanted to inform him his services as protector were done and his debt for hitting her with his car was paid.

“It isn’t necessary for you to be here, Eva.”

Braced on her crutches, Ginny stood beside the woman and dried the few breakfast dishes. Eva had driven Alexei to school, then returned to find Ginny busy at the sink and Joselyn playing peekaboo on the floor with Bargain and several small packing boxes. Squeals, laughter and happy growls. The essence of her day. “I can handle things on my own.”

“I’m sure you can, Ms. Franklin, but Luke hired me for six weeks, and six weeks is what I’m giving you.”

“It’s Ginny. Please.” She set a plate in the cupboard. “I understand what he’s trying to do. Except I’m not bedridden. I can climb the stairs, as you saw, and for most of the day until Alexei gets home, I’ll be on the main floor, quite capable of watching Josie.”

“I’m sure. But who’s going to do the laundry? Strip the beds upstairs? Vacuum upstairs? Take the trash to the roadside? Change the baby’s diapers? Take her for a walk in the sunshine? Chase after her if she runs down the road? Ah.” The older woman patted Ginny’s hand. “See, there is a point to my being here.”

“But I…” Don’t want to be obligated to Luke. She laid the second crutch on the kitchen’s island, out of reach of tiny fingers, and hobbled to a chair. “Okay. Fine. But I want you to go to your own home at night.”

Eva wiped down the counter. “Impossible. Night can be difficult if there’s an emergency.”

The woman and Luke had a one-track mind-set. “If there’s a true emergency, I’ll call 911.”

“Luke’s paid me—”

“You can reimburse him. Look. I do appreciate your help, Eva. Don’t get me wrong, but I’ll be okay. Honest.”

The older woman rinsed the last two glasses before pulling the drain plug. “How do you propose to make a living here?”

Ginny sighed. Okay, her business was her own. She wasn’t about to discuss her plans—or finances—with a stranger. Even a kind stranger. “What’s that got to do with your employment here?”

Eva leaned against the counter. She folded the damp dishcloth over the sink’s tap. “Once your leg heals, are you planning to get a job in Misty River? If so, you’ll need a babysitter for the little one. I’d be happy to be that sitter.”

“I wasn’t… I mean, what I’m planning…” She pressed a finger to her temple where a headache tingled. “I’d like to open a preschool.” I need an income and can’t afford a sitter.

Eva’s brows lifted. A great grin broke. “A preschool? Oh, honey, you’re talking right up my alley.”