the woman’s reasons, Heather felt a surge of pity for any child forsaken by his mother. Having been sent away by her own parents under the guise of developing her artistic gift, she understood just how devastating it felt to be abandoned by those who professed to love you the most. And how desperately one would work to earn and to keep their approval.
Tobias’s words drew Heather out of the past and into a present that was growing more and more complicated by the minute.
“In case the agency misrepresented this job, Miss Burroughs, Dylan is developmentally delayed.”
The last two words seemed to stick in Tobias’s throat. Although Heather was tempted to give him a reassuring pat to help him continue, she refrained from touching him again. As she saw it, the biggest drawback to this job was not working with a developmentally delayed child but rather living in such close quarters with a man who made her feel so keenly aware of her own sexuality. Falling for Josef had cost Heather her love of music. Falling for this man could well cost her what was left of her self- respect.
Tobias cleared his throat and continued. “You come highly recommended, and I was hoping that you and Dylan might find a common bond in your mutual talent.”
He gestured to the grand piano against the far wall. Its black polish glistened beneath the natural sunlight spilling into the room. It evoked in Heather such a mixture of conflicting emotions that she had to reach for the back of a chair to steady herself. Part of her longed to run her fingers over those beautiful ivory keys. And part of her had already slammed the lid shut on that part of her life forever.
“Your resumé indicated that you are an accomplished musician. Dylan has some talent in that area. At the age of three with no formal training, he can already play melodies on the piano.”
The buttons on the proud daddy’s shirt swelled against a chest that was already broad enough to tempt a woman to run her hands across its width, and to see if she could lace her fingers together when her arms spanned its brawny circumference. Heather gave him a challenging look.
“I hope you aren’t thinking of shipping him out to a specialized school like my parents did to me. While twice Dylan’s age at the time, I wasn’t nearly old enough to deal with the pressures of such a performance-driven institution.”
Tobias’s eyes widened in surprise. He shook his head emphatically. “I have no intention of shipping my boy off anywhere. His mother may have felt restrained by family life, but I most certainly don’t. Whatever you think of my parenting methods, make no mistake about the fact that I love my son, and I’ll do whatever it takes to help him find his voice again. Even bribing him with a cookie if that’s what the speech therapist recommends.”
Though Heather blushed at the implicit reprimand, she nevertheless wanted to make sure they were clear on what she perceived to be the differences in their respective teaching approaches.
“As long as you don’t expect me to use those kind of techniques myself, I promise to do everything else in my power to support you. I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Danforth. I’m not much of a behavior modification fan.”
“Fair enough, Miss Burroughs,” he said, matching her formality with a sardonic lift of an eyebrow. “All I’m really hoping for is that you can strike a common chord that will help bring my son out of his shell.”
Recognizing that his words were deliberately chosen for their symbolic value, Heather selected hers with equal care. Well intended or not, she could never bring herself to force a child to perform as her parents had forced her, inadvertently turning the lovely gift God had given her into a curse.
“I would be more than happy to help Dylan with his musical gifts—as far as he wants to develop them.”
Tobias looked relieved. Elated.
“Good, that’s settled then. The rest of your job is secondary to attending to Dylan. While I expect you to cook and clean, I’m not particularly fussy about either of those duties, if that helps any to put your mind at ease.”
Heather didn’t think there was anything about working for a man as handsome as a movie star and as rich as Croesus that could possibly put her mind or her traitorous hormones at ease. Still, his words and accompanying smile did help reduce her stress level. Applying for a job was in itself a new experience for her. Groveling for the position was out of the question. However, since Heather was hardly in the position to be setting conditions for employment, she decided to withhold the fact that her cooking experience was almost as limited as her time spent actually working with children.
“It’s way past time for introductions, but just so you know, I prefer being called Toby than either Mr. Danforth or Tobias,” he said, offering her his hand.
Again the jolt of lightning at his touch struck Heather’s heart. Tingling all over, she tried to focus on the fact that such an affluent man preferred the less formal moniker. She liked that almost as much as she liked the fact that hard work marked his hands with calluses. Josef’s hands had been as smooth as a child’s, and though they had played her like a concerto, she suffered terribly beneath their cruel ministrations.
“You’ve already met Dylan,” Toby said, continuing introductions.
Hearing his name, the child abandoned his bag of cookies and stretched out his arms to Heather. She did not hesitate to take the sticky little urchin into her own arms. He smelled of chocolate and baby shampoo and unconditional love. Dylan wrapped his arms around her neck and squeezed hard. The kiss he placed upon her cheek left its mark upon her heart.
The smile that reached Toby’s eyes held no hint of jealousy.
“It looks like love at first sight.”
Heather flinched. Although she knew he was referring to her interaction with his son, her father had said the exact same thing when he had introduced her to Josef. That relationship ended disastrously, and she had no desire to let her personal history repeat itself. She reminded herself to guard her heart against getting too involved with either Dylan or his father. This job was nothing more than a way to make enough money to get her feet solidly under her so that she would never again be dependent upon any man. That included her father.
And her one and only past lover.
It was little wonder the two were so inexplicably intertwined in her memory. Indeed, when Josef turned his back on her, so had her parents. Having done everything but legally disinherit her, they were under the impression that withholding their financial support would work even better than withholding their approval had over the years. Heather’s decision to abandon her musical career and pursue a teaching degree hinged on being able to make enough money in the coming year to put herself through school on her own. It was imperative that she separate her personal feelings from her better judgment.
For the first time in her life Heather was going to have to count every penny. Luckily, Toby Danforth was a generous man. Whether warning lights were going off in her head like some spectacular Fourth of July fireworks display was of little consequence in the greater scheme of things. Whatever her instincts were telling her, Heather simply could not afford to walk away from this job.
“When would you like me to start?” she asked with a determined smile fixed on her lips.
“As soon as you possibly can.”
Toby gestured apologetically around him. Though messy, the room was not so dirty or cluttered as to be impassable.
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