put his hands on hers, sending warmth along her skin. “Show me. Show me how to sign, Will you stay?”
Stubborn. Determined to get his own way. Too quick to find her own weak spots. She could foresee one battle after another over his plans for Sarah. She should run as fast as she could in the other direction.
She showed him.
“Will you stay?” he asked, signing. “Will you teach me?”
That just might be the most dangerous thing of all, she thought. She signed the words. “I’ll stay.”
Daniel let out a breath. He’d done it. He’d convinced Leigh to take care of Sarah for the summer. No matter what else happened, he’d begun to fulfill his promise to his daughter. She was going to get the best money could buy.
As for Leigh’s past troubles…He found he didn’t care what she’d done, as long as she was good for Sarah. He could go back to work with a clear conscience.
“That’s settled, then. I’ll see you in the morning.” He turned toward the door, to be stopped by a hand on his arm.
“Settled?” He glanced at Leigh, saw her eyebrows arch at the question. “It’s far from settled.”
Was she backing out on him already? He swung toward her, and at his movement she snatched her hand away, as if she’d just touched sun-baked sand.
“If this is about the money, I’ll pay whatever the going rate is. You tell me.”
She looked offended. “It’s not about money.”
“What, then? You said…”
“I said I’d work with Sarah for the summer.” Her green-as-glass eyes frowned at him. “If I’m going to do that, and do it right, there’s a great deal more I need from you.”
The clock was ticking. If he didn’t get back to work soon, it would be time for Joe to leave. Daniel would have to quit work then to be with Sarah, whether he was finished or not.
“Is that really necessary now? I’ve got about two hours of work to finish today.”
That deceptively soft mouth set in a firm line. “I’m not a baby-sitter, Daniel. If I’m going to work with Sarah, I have to see her medical records, information from her last school, anything that will help me understand her.”
He shrugged, impatient. “I’ll round up the stuff and give it to you tomorrow, okay?”
Daniel had taken a couple of steps toward the door, when he realized she was shaking her head again. A reluctant respect for her tenacity swept through him.
“What?”
“We have to sit down together and talk about this.” Her tone sharpened. “Sometime soon. When you’re not in such a hurry. We need to develop a learning plan for her together.”
He resisted the urge to tell Leigh to handle it herself. She wouldn’t; he knew that much about her already. “All right.” He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “When do you want to get together? I need the daylight hours for working.”
“What about tonight?”
Tonight he’d be dog-tired from working all day. But it looked as if that didn’t matter.
“All right, tonight. It’ll have to be here, though. Joe leaves at six, so I have to be with Sarah.”
“Fine. I’ll come over around eight, if that’s not an imposition.”
He had a feeling there might be just a little sarcasm in those words. “Look, I do want to meet with you.” He gripped her arm to add reassurance to the words. “I just…”
Whatever he’d been about to say trailed off as her skin warmed beneath his fingers. A betraying flush rose in her cheeks. His eyes met hers…met and held.
He wanted to run his hand down her arm. Quickly, before he could give in to the urge, he stepped back. He couldn’t do this.
Leigh cupped her hand over the place where his fingers had been. Her green eyes darkened with confusion.
He cleared his throat. “Tonight. I’ll have all Sarah’s records ready.”
“Fine.” She seemed to be having the same difficulty with her voice that he was with his. “I’ll be here at eight.”
She spun and hurried out of the room before he could say another word.
Daniel went slowly down the steps in her wake. He couldn’t stand there thinking about the warmth of a woman’s skin or speculating about the softness of her mouth. He had to get back to work.
But he wondered—he surely did wonder—just what he was letting himself in for. Leigh was…he shook his head. Someone like Leigh was out of his experience. When Ashley left, he’d convinced himself he was better off alone. Looked like he needed to remind himself of that a few more times.
Leigh pulled the car into Daniel’s driveway that night and glanced at her watch. Eight o’clock. She was right on time. She took a deep breath. Too bad she wasn’t ready to face Daniel Gregory again.
Those moments alone with Daniel in Sarah’s room today—how had they happened? One minute she’d felt nothing beyond a certain mild irritation with him. The next minute he’d touched her, and irritation had been totally washed away by the pull between them, a pull so powerful it frightened her.
And he had felt it, too. She knew it. He’d drawn away from her, looking as if danger signals flashed in front of his eyes.
Well, she wasn’t going to get that close again. She’d keep this on a strictly businesslike basis.
Leigh inspected herself as best she could in the rearview mirror. Given the fact that nobody on the island dressed up in the summer except for church, she’d done the best she could to look professional.
She smiled. Her former supervisor at the school in Philadelphia certainly wouldn’t consider a denim skirt and cotton sweater dressed for success. But on the island it was practically formal wear.
Somehow she suspected it was what she said and felt rather than what she wore that would either keep this situation under control or let it spin into something else. It was bad enough that she’d let herself be drawn into working with Sarah. It would be far worse if she let herself feel anything for Daniel.
For an instant her hands tightened on the steering wheel, and then she closed her eyes in a brief prayer—for wisdom, for detachment, for God’s will.
She opened her eyes. She was as ready as she’d ever be. She got out and started for the family side of the rambling old house. The other side, where the inn sign creaked in the breeze, was dark.
Daniel opened the door
