Culpepper didn’t touch it,” Logan repeated. “She just told me if I climbed up she’d take my picture.”
“I knew it!” Marnie’s hand went to her hip. “I’m going to have a word with that girl.”
“Get in line,” Flint said.
Lana put a hand on both of their arms. “I’m sure she didn’t mean for all of that to happen. And we need to keep the focus on what’s most important.” She nodded toward Logan.
“Am I in trouble?” Logan asked, sniffling.
How did you discipline a kid when his whole life had just flashed before your eyes? Flint schooled his features into firmness. “One thing’s for sure, tractors are going to be off-limits for a long time.”
Logan just buried his head in Flint’s shoulder.
As they all started walking again, Flint felt that delicate hand on his arm once more.
“You doing okay?” Lana Alvarez asked.
He shook his head. “I just got a few more gray hairs. I should’ve been watching him better.”
“Maybe so,” Marnie said. “But you can’t, not with all the work you have at the ranch. So I think we can all agree—you need a babysitter for Logan.” She stepped in front of Lana and Flint, causing them both to stop. “And the right person to do it is here. Miss Lana Alvarez.”
“Oh, Flint doesn’t want—”
“You’ve got time after school. And a Christmas vacation coming up.” Marnie crossed her arms, looking determined. “Logan already loves you. You could help to keep him safe and happy.”
Flint’s desire to keep Lana at a distance tried to raise its head, but his worry about his son, his gratitude about Logan’s safety, and the sheer terror he’d just been through, put his own concerns into perspective.
Logan took priority. And if Lana would agree to be Logan’s nanny on a temporary basis, that would be best for Logan.
And Flint would tolerate her nearness. Somehow.
“Can she, Daddy?” Logan asked, his face eager.
He turned to Lana, who looked like she was facing a firing squad. “Can you?” he asked her.
“Please, Miss Alvarez?” Logan chimed in.
Lana drew in a breath and studied them both, and Flint could almost see the wheels turning in her brain.
He could see mixed feelings on her face, too. Fondness for Logan. Mistrust of Flint himself.
Maybe a little bit of...what was that hint of pain that wrinkled her forehead and darkened her eyes?
Flint felt like he was holding his breath.
Finally, Lana gave a definitive nod. “All right,” she said. “We can try it. But I’m going to have some very definite rules for you, young man.” She looked at Logan with mock sternness.
As they started walking toward the house again, Lana gave Flint a cool stare that made him think she might have some definite rules for him, too.
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