luggage?” he’d asked her.
“Lost.” She felt guilty lying to him, but really that one word could mean just about anything. And it suddenly occurred to her that the turnoff to the airport earlier had been very much about things lost. Some part of herself was lost.
“We’ll find it,” he’d said reassuringly.
And looking at him, she’d believed it. And knew he was not talking about luggage any more than she was.
Now, facing the man in front of her, her choice seemed silly rather than adventurous.
Even sleeping, with those two adorable children nestled trustingly into him, there had been nothing vulnerable about this man. He had looked rugged and 100 percent pure male.
“Mind your manners, Ethan,” Gumpy told him mildly, which earned the older man a look that might have sent a lesser man scuttling for cover. “This is our new nanny.”
“The hell she is.”
Certainly she was glancing around for a place to hide.
But with one more dismissive look to her, Ethan turned to Gumpy. “What have you gone and done?”
“Just what you told me,” Gumpy said, “gone to the airport and picked up the nanny.”
“Fifty-seven. I told you Betty-Anne was fifty-seven years old. Nobody fifty-seven looks like this. This girl isn’t a day over—” cool gray eyes scanned her “—twenty-five.”
“Woman,” she corrected him. “Thirty.”
He glared at her briefly, then shifted his attention away from her again.
“Gumpy, start talking.” The cowboy’s voice was low and lethal. Just like the rest of him, there was barely leashed power in that voice. “Where’s Mrs. Bishop?”
Behind him the children stirred on the couch. She watched them, in their sleep, reach out for and find each other. She felt a stab of tenderness for them.
“This is the only nanny I could find at the airport,” Gumpy said, not intimidated. “And believe you me, I looked.”
“Anybody looking at her can see she’s not a nanny. We need somebody who can cook and clean and look after kids, Gumpy, not an expert in shades of fingernail polish.”
She looked at the fingernails in question, rather than meet the steady, stripping look in his eyes when he glanced back her way. Her nails were quite long, the very same shade as her suit, a fact she had taken some pleasure in this morning.
When she had been a completely different person.
“Doreen and Danny will like her,” Gumpy said.
“I hope you’re not suggesting she stay.”
She looked up from her fingernails to see Gumpy nod, once, with grave dignity.
The cool, angry note in Ethan’s voice as he bit out a single word woke the children. They struggled to sit up, rubbing their eyes, taking her in with only mild curiosity. Then they slipped off the couch and disappeared down the hall.
“Don’t touch my hat,” Ethan called over his shoulder, though he did not turn around.
The children giggled and broke into a run that did not bode well for his hat, though at the moment she could not imagine anyone who valued their lives defying him.
But Gumpy did defy him. “I think she should stay.”
“You crazy old coot! She is not staying. You are putting her back in that truck and taking her back wherever you found her.”
“So,” Gumpy said softly, “now I’m a crazy old coot. But when you want something, it’s Grandfather.”
“You’re his grandfather?” Lacey asked Gumpy with surprise.
“No!” Ethan snapped.
“For the People, Grandfather is a term that denotes respect,” Gumpy said softly, his dark eyes locked on the gray ones of the younger man.
To her immense surprise, Ethan looked down first. A small muscle jerked angrily in his jaw. But when he looked up again at Gumpy, the flash of fury was gone from his eyes, though they were as cool and as unnervingly steady as ever.
“She can’t stay,” he said quietly.
“He’s right,” Lacey said, moving to Gumpy and putting her hand on his sleeve. “Of course I can’t stay. I’ve made a dreadful mistake. I’ll go. Really.”
Gumpy studied her face, saw the resolve in it and sighed.
The little girl danced into the room. “Gumpy, I flushed your keys down the toilet.”
Ethan said that word again, so that Lacey just barely heard it. Not a very nice word at all.
“Don’t you just love flush toilets?” the little girl asked, looking right up at her.
She had the most beautiful blue eyes, Lacey thought, and exquisite bone structure, very like her uncle’s. Short dark hair scattered around a cherubic face. Out of the corner of her eye, Lacey saw Gumpy struggling to suppress his laughter. His thin shoulders were shaking.
“I do,” Lacey said, though she had to admit she had never given the topic a single thought in her entire life. “I like flush toilets very much.”
The other little imp materialized, and looked up at her with eyes amazingly like his uncle’s. “I’m Danny.”
“Hi,” Lacey said.
“And I’m Doreen,” the other one said.
Ethan was not being sidetracked by introductions. “You can take my truck,” he said grimly to Gumpy. “You’ll be back in plenty of time for us to use it to feed cattle.”
Lacey looked at Gumpy with concern. Surely he would not be expected to drive back and forth all night and then feed cattle in the morning?
“Never mind,” Ethan said, evidently reaching the same conclusion. For a moment in his eyes a barrier came down, and she could see his affectionate concern for the old man outweigh his substantial irritation. “I’ll take her.”
He strode out of the room, and it was as if something went with him. Energy. Light. Lacey realized his physical nearness had made her edgy, aware of something beating, pulsing, deep within her.
Danny and Doreen raced around the room and then disappeared down the hallway.
Lacey studied the living room. It was only slightly homier than the kitchen she had come through earlier. The couch looked worn but comfortable. A bright scatter rug was underneath it, no doubt to keep feet warm on icy winter nights. The coffee table, a beautiful old scarred wooden trunk, held a cup of coffee, half-full, and a well-thumbed book that looked like a medical manual on cattle. There were no pictures on the walls.
Keith, she knew, would hate
