used to his requests being ignored.
Of course, as she didn’t work for him, Miss Singleton was under no obligation to comply. Still, she’d promised to come as soon as she was able.
Another full hour passed. Ollie was sitting in his high chair, eating a snack of yogurt and apple slices, when Oliver heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the gravel drive.
Barnaby’s head jerked up. He let out a surprisingly deep woof, then raced to the front door, tail wagging.
Oliver tousled his son’s light brown hair. “Be right back.”
His hand was already on the doorknob when the knock sounded.
Looking decidedly windblown, Shannon stood on the porch, holding her flapping purse firmly against her waist as the strong breeze continued to pummel her. Her shoulder-length brown hair whipped around her pretty face and he realized her lips reminded him of plump, ripe strawberries.
He wondered if they’d taste as good as they looked.
She cleared her throat. “May I come in?”
“Of course.” Pulling his gaze from her lips, he stepped back and opened the door wider to allow her to pass.
“Whew.” She stopped at the edge of the living room to push her hair out of her face. “It’s like a hurricane out there.”
“Hurricane?” The wind couldn’t possibly be over thirty knots.
She laughed. “A figure of speech. If there’s a hurricane in the gulf, the only thing we get this far inland is rain. And that’s usually in the fall.”
Oliver found himself intrigued. Most women of his acquaintance would never think to appear at a requested meeting dressed in blue jeans and a white cotton shirt. Yet, he was oddly drawn to her. It didn’t hurt that she smelled terrific, like vanilla.
Yes, the beastly day was definitely on the upswing. “I appreciate you coming on such short notice.”
“I’m sorry it took so long.” She smiled up at him with such charming sweetness he found himself returning her smile and taking her arm as they strolled to the kitchen.
“You’re here now. That’s what counts.” He resisted the urge to brush back a strand of hair from her face, even as he inhaled the pleasing scent that wafted around her.
“My friend Rachel and I went to a movie in Vicker’s Corners. That’s where we were when you called. Then we went and got coffee at one of the little specialty shops. This time, we got ice cream, too. I told Rachel we shouldn’t. I mean we had a big lunch, but—”
He did his best to process her rapid-fire speech but it was as if she was speaking a foreign language. Apparently cueing in to his glazed look, she broke off and laughed without a hint of self-consciousness.
“I’m babbling.” She laughed again. “Which I sometimes do when I’m nervous.”
“I make you nervous?”
A bright pink rose up her neck. “A little.”
Truly puzzled now, he cocked his head. “Why?”
“You’re different from the men I know, the guys in this town.”
“My brothers live here. I’m not different from them.”
“I’m not well acquainted with your family. At least not with the ones from England.”
“Hopefully that will change.” Oliver gestured to the refrigerator. “May I get you something to drink?”
“Thanks. I’m fine.” She moved to Ollie’s side, the dog like a little shadow at her feet. Taking a seat at the table near the child, she smiled and picked up a piece of the apple. “This looks yummy.”
The toddler’s fingers closed around the apple slice. Her smile flashed with delight when he put it into his mouth and began to chew.
Oliver considered offering her something to eat, but rations were in short supply at the moment. He really needed to make a trip into town to the grocery shop they called the Superette.
“You said you had a proposition for me, Mr. Fortune Hayes?”
She was direct. Oliver admired that quality. Spared all the posturing.
“I’d like you to help me find a nanny for Ollie.”
Shannon leaned back in her chair and studied him for several seconds before speaking. “I thought you hired an agency in Lubbock to do that for you. That’s the buzz around town.”
Jensen had warned him there were no secrets in Horseback Hollow. “Their efforts so far have been disappointing.”
“You’ve been here two days.”
“It’s difficult to get work done when you’re caring for a child.”
Unexpectedly, Shannon laughed; a delightful sound that reminded him of bells ringing. “I don’t think any parent would contradict that statement.”
“The fact is, Miss Singleton—”
“Shannon,” she reminded him.
“Shannon.” He found the name pleasant on his tongue. “My business is a demanding one. While I’m happy to come and spend time with my family, I need to stay involved.”
“What is it you do?”
“I run a brokerage house.” It would be bragging to say more, to tell her that his firm was one of the top ones in London. Besides, it had no relevance to the current conversation.
“Oh.”
“The point is I need to find someone immediately. Of course, not just anyone will do. Ollie’s happiness and welfare is paramount. The women the agency has sent so far were totally inappropriate. This has caused me to doubt the adequacy of the agency’s screening process.”
“How were they inappropriate?” Shannon knew he’d acquired the services of the premier placement agency in Lubbock. To hear he was dissatisfied so quickly surprised her.
“The first woman hadn’t been informed this was a live-in position.” Oliver snatched from the air the piece of apple Ollie had tried to fling to a waiting Barnaby. “Interviewing her was a complete waste of my time.”
“Probably an oversight,” Shannon said diplomatically. “What else?”
“The next woman found the accommodations—” he hesitated for a second before continuing “—substandard. That didn’t concern me because I found her supercilious attitude unacceptable.”
“Many live-in nannies—” Shannon chose her words carefully since the lodging they were referring to was owned by her father “—require a private bath.”
“I completely understand her concern,” Oliver said briskly. “I’m not looking forward to sharing the lavatory either.
