quick flash of guilt was completely appropriate. He should have been more aware of the time.
“Where is Lizzie? I thought she was watching him.”
Katrina gave him a cool look that left him in no doubt about her feelings toward him, which apparently hadn’t miraculously improved overnight. He wasn’t at all sure what he had done to deserve her dislike—okay, except maybe completely forget he had a responsibility to something besides his work.
“She left about an hour ago,” Katrina said. “She had to go to an orthodontist appointment.”
Crap. The girl had told him as much when he asked her to keep an eye on Milo. Like time itself, the memory had slipped his mind. He furrowed his brow. “That still doesn’t explain how you ended up here with him. Did she call you or something?”
He thought he saw a tiny hint of color bloom across her cheekbones, though he might have been mistaken.
“No. They bumped into me earlier when I was at McKenzie and Ben’s house, working on a few projects with her for my sister’s wedding reception.”
“Oh. You’re friends with McKenzie.”
Of course she would be friends with McKenzie Kilpatrick, who was married to his friend and the chief operating officer at Caine Tech. It didn’t surprise him a bit. In the short time he’d been in Haven Point, he had already figured out that all the women here seemed to run in one big pack.
They scared the hell out of him, truth be told.
“Yes. She’s close to my sister’s age and they were friends since school—which means we were friends, too.”
He liked both of the women Aidan and Ben had recently married. Eliza Caine and McKenzie Kilpatrick both seemed great. More important to him, they made his friends happier than he’d ever known them.
“We happened to be taking a break in the backyard when Milo and Lizzie walked past. He seemed glad to see me, and Lizzie could see that Milo and I knew each other. As we were talking to them, she kept looking at her watch and mentioned her appointment. I offered to keep an eye on him until you finished your call. I didn’t think you’d mind. We’ve been skipping rocks for the last half hour or so.”
“Sorry you were dragged into it. I should have kept better track of the time. Lizzie told me she had an appointment, but I was wrapped up in the meeting and it completely slipped my mind. Thanks for helping.”
“I’m glad it worked out.” She nodded toward Milo, who was paying them no attention. “I do think he’s getting a little hungry. I would have fixed him a sandwich or something, but I couldn’t figure out how to get in, and I thought you might worry if I took him all the way to my mom’s place.”
Her words weren’t necessarily barbed, but he felt the implicit criticism in them. What kind of ass locks his kid brother out of the house and then forgets him for hours on end?
Yeah. Bowie Callahan. That’s who.
“I didn’t even think about the door being locked. Sorry. Since Milo came to live with me, I’ve had to buy automatic locks and beef up security. He has a tendency to wander.”
That was only one of a million ways his life had completely changed in the last three weeks. He was still trying to process all the changes—and apparently wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“Probably smart. You live on a lake. Anything could happen if he managed to get out.”
She didn’t have to tell him that. He had the nightmares to prove it.
“I’ve tried to explain to him that he can’t just take off, but I’m not sure how much he internalizes.”
As if sensing they were talking about him, Milo wandered over to them, apparently done with throwing rocks.
He barely acknowledged Bo but handed Katrina a rock from the lakeshore with as close to a smile as he ever managed.
She looked confused for a moment, then closed her fingers over it. “Oh, that’s a pretty one. Are you giving it to me to keep?”
Milo nodded, though he still didn’t smile.
“Thanks. I’ll be sure to find a great place for it.”
Milo nodded and pantomimed putting something in his mouth.
“You want me to put it in my mouth? I don’t think it would taste very good.”
That was one particular entry in the Dictionary of Milo that Bowie had figured out. “You hungry, buddy?” he asked.
Milo nodded and Bo felt a rather ridiculous sense of accomplishment.
“Want me to make you a sandwich?” he asked.
This time Milo shook his head vigorously and pointed to Katrina.
“Want me to make Katrina a sandwich?” Bowie tried.
Again Milo shook his head. Okay, so he wasn’t completely fluent in Milo-ese yet. He was working on it.
Katrina watched this encounter with an expression he couldn’t read on her lovely features. “I think he wants me to make him a sandwich.”
At this, Milo nodded his head vigorously. The little manipulator.
“Too bad. Guess he’ll have to make do with his boring brother. I’m sure you’ve got other things to do.”
“I don’t mind. I can make him a sandwich. In fact, if you have more work to do, I’m happy to stick around a little longer.”
He blinked in surprise. Now he was quite certain he hadn’t mistaken the color on her cheeks. She was blushing. He just couldn’t quite figure out why. What was he missing here?
“That’s very kind of you,” he said. “But you made it quite clear yesterday that you weren’t looking for a nanny job.”
“Um. About that.” She fidgeted. “I was actually glad Milo and Lizzie stopped by while I was at McKenzie’s house. I wanted to come over later, anyway, to talk to you.”
Bowie felt a tiny flicker of hope. Was it possible? Had she changed her mind? “Oh? Talk to me about what?”
She cleared her throat and looked out at the lake for a second before shifting her gaze back to his. “Um, I was wondering if you were still looking for someone to help you out with Milo for a few weeks.”
That flicker grew into a steady flame. He was almost afraid to let himself hope. He had three major projects at critical points in development at Caine Tech, each important to the viability of the new facility in Haven Point. He couldn’t continue to split his attention between work and his brother, since he wasn’t doing a good job of meeting his responsibilities at either end.
If she could help him over this rough patch until Debra Peters could arrive and start working with Milo, he might have half a chance of making this work.
“Yeah. Desperately. Lizzie is great to help me out in a pinch, but she appears to have a busier
