probably couldn’t get here until tomorrow at the earliest. I’d like to get the girls home and settled in as soon as possible.”
The three adults had identical frowns on their faces as they observed the triplets who were happily unaware of the life decisions being considered.
Nick’s cell phone rang, breaking the brief silence. He glanced at the unfamiliar number in his Caller ID and nearly ignored it. Instinct, however, had him answering the call.
“Hello.” The female voice was familiar. “This is Charlene London.”
While eating dinner with her mother and Lloyd, Charlene had felt distinctly like a fifth wheel.
She liked Lloyd and it was clear the man adored Angie. Her mother also clearly felt the same about the charming, gray-haired architect.
Which delighted Charlene. But it left her with a serious problem. Her plan to live with her mother while she searched for a job and an apartment of her own was no longer plausible. But Angie was sure to object if she abruptly changed her plans, and Charlene strongly suspected Lloyd would feel as if his presence had forced her from the condo. He really is a nice man, she thought, smiling as she remembered the besotted look on his face when he’d gazed at Angie over dessert.
She knew any one of her sisters or brothers would welcome her into their homes, but they all led crowded, busy lives. She really didn’t want to choose that option, either.
What she really needed was an instant job—and a place to live that wouldn’t make her mother or Lloyd feel guilty when she left.
“I could take Nicholas’s job offer,” she murmured to herself. Having retired to her bedroom early, she donned her pajamas. “But that means going back to Red Rock.”
She didn’t want to return to Red Rock. She wanted a new start, far enough away so there was no possibility she would run into Barry and his friends while shopping, dining out, running errands, or any of the dozens of activities that made up her normal life.
She slipped into bed and spent an hour trying to read, but her concentration was fractured as she continued to mull over her changed situation.
The antique clock in the hallway chimed midnight. Charlene realized she’d spent the last hour lying in the dark, unsuccessfully trying to sleep. She muttered in disgust and sat up to switch on the bedside lamp. It cast a pool of light over the bed as she tossed back the covers and padded barefoot across the carpet to retrieve Nicholas’s card from her purse.
The phone number on the back of the card was written in decisive, black slashes. Charlene flipped the square card over to read the front and gasped, feeling her eyes widen.
“Nicholas Fortune?” She stared at the logo on the business card. “He’s a member of the Fortune family?” Stunned, she considered the startling information.
Nicholas’s status as part of the prominent family eliminated many of her concerns. There was little likelihood she’d run into Barry if she worked as a live-in nanny for one of the Fortunes. The two men moved in far different circles. Which put a whole new slant on the possibility of going back to Red Rock, she realized.
It also explained why he’d offered a two-part employment bonus. Fifty-thousand dollars was probably small change for one of the Fortunes.
She tucked the card carefully into her purse and turned out the light. Working for Nicholas could turn out to be the opportunity she’d been looking for.
On the other hand, how would she deal with her attraction to him? Would she end up sleeping with him if she lived in his house to care for the babies?
She frowned, fingertips massaging the slight ache at her temples.
Surely she could handle living in close quarters with a handsome, sexy man for a few weeks, she told herself. And, given Nick’s good looks and probably wealth, he no doubt had beautiful women by the dozens waiting for him to call.
No, it wasn’t likely she needed to worry about Nick making a pass at her. The real question was, could she maintain a purely professional attitude toward him?
When she thought about the bonus he’d offered, she could only conclude she needed to set aside any emotional elements and make a purely practical decision.
The following morning, she waited until she’d showered and broke the news to her mother and Lloyd over breakfast before calling Nicholas.
“Hello.”
The deep male tones shivered up her spine, and for a brief second she questioned the wisdom of agreeing to work for a man as attractive as Nicholas Fortune. Then she reminded herself just how badly she needed this job. “If it’s not too late, I’d like to take you up on your offer of the nanny position,” she said briskly.
“You’re hired. How soon can you be ready to leave?”
“Almost immediately—I didn’t unpack last night. What time is your flight?”
“Change of plans. I’m not flying the triplets back to Red Rock, we’re driving.”
“Oh.”
“Give me your address and I’ll pick you up as soon as I have the car loaded.”
Charlotte quickly recited her mother’s address and said goodbye. For a moment, she stared at her pink cell phone.
Have I just made a colossal mistake?
At the sound of his deep voice, she’d felt shivers of awareness race up her spine and tingle down her arms to her fingertips.
Then she remembered Barry, and her body instantly calmed as if the reaction to Nicholas had never happened. She wasn’t ready to be attracted to another man. All she had to do was remind herself of her poor judgment and disappointment with Barry and she was safe, she realized with relief.
Reassured, she set her nearly full suitcase on top of the bed and tucked her pajamas into it. A quick trip into the bathroom to collect her toiletries, and she was ready to face her mother and Lloyd.
Squaring her shoulders and drawing a deep breath, she slung her purse over her shoulder, picked up her two bags, and headed downstairs.
Across town, Nick wrestled with the complexities of fastening three car seats into the SUV the rental company had delivered. Fortunately, the vehicle was big enough to have a third seat section and had enough room for an adult to sit between two of the triplets, if necessary.
At last, the babies’ car seats were securely locked in place and the bags and boxes filled with the triplets’ clothes, toys and food were packed into the back of the SUV. The girls were buckled into their seats, each with a treasured blanket and a favorite stuffed toy in her arms, and their foster mother tearfully kissed them good-bye. Nick had a brand-new appreciation for the details of traveling with three babies when he finally pulled away from the curb.
Fortunately for him, the girls all fell asleep within minutes of driving off.
The motion of the car must lull them to sleep. Good to know.
If they had trouble sleeping at his house, he realized, he could always drive them around
