“Tell me about it.”
“He’s a big purple freak with weird eyes and a creepy voice.”
I snort in my glass. “You clearly have strong feelings about him.”
“Why does he move his arms like that? Goody goody!” She pins her elbows at her waist and does a hilarious T. Rex flap. “If I were a kid, I’d pee my pants crying.”
It’s all too perfect. I know in that moment, this must happen.
“Come work for me.” The words are out so fast, I can’t stop them. I don’t want to stop them.
Ruby freezes mid-T. Rex flap. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m serious.” Sitting straighter, I snap into boss mode. “You’re a licensed therapist. You’re clearly qualified, and I need help.”
“Do you know what therapists do?”
“I know what I do. I’m a problem solver, and we have parallel problems.”
Her arms lower slowly, and I can tell she’s curious. “What would I do for you?”
“Be Lillie’s nanny.” Her full lips quirk down, and I keep going. “You would live at my house, drive Lillie to and from school, do educational things with her in the afternoons… help with her meals and light housekeeping, bathe her, put her to bed…”
“You want me to be a live-in nanny?” She’s not convinced, but I’m liking this idea more by the minute.
“I’ve got plenty of room. You’ll share the whole top floor with Lillie, and that way if she needs anything during the night, you’ll be there to help her.”
“Why can’t you help her?”
“I have to work.”
Concern lines her pretty face, and I decide to sweeten the deal. “I’ll pay you five hundred dollars a day.”
She straightens so fast, she almost falls off her stool. I swallow a laugh and jump forward to catch her. The move puts us shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, and heat surges through my waist. She smells good, like flowers in the spring… she feels even better in my arms.
In that moment, I’m vividly aware of how long it’s been since I’ve had sex.
Her hands grip my biceps, moving higher as she regains her balance. She blinks up, and our noses almost touch. It’s amazing… until she steps back, out of my embrace.
“You said five hundred dollars a day.”
“That’s right.”
“And you’re serious?”
“I am.”
“I don’t care if you’re drunk.” She sticks out her hand. “When do I start?”
I catch it in a nice, firm handshake. “How about Monday? You could move your things tomorrow evening, meet Lillie, get a feel for the place… Is that too soon?”
“We should have a contract or something… lay some ground rules. I’ve never been a nanny before.”
I study this beautiful girl with bright, intelligent eyes. Her lips are red and full, and she smells like new roses. Not old lady roses, nice clean and crisp ones. I want to hold her in my arms again. I want to bury my face in her hair and slide my hands from her narrow waist, over her slim hips, cupping her ass and lifting her against the wall…
In my current state, I see no conflict in having these feelings and offering her a job. In hindsight, I probably am drunk. Still, I know my instincts are always good.
“I’ll put a contract together, and you can look over it tomorrow. If you’re at church, you can meet Lillie and let me know.”
