shirt with the open collar and sleeves rolled up, the hair burnished to dark, gleaming gold by rain.
“Is…?” Her heart hammered. Her voice shook. “Is Molly okay?”
“No.”
“Oh, God!” A dozen horrific scenarios spun through her head. “What happened?”
“She misses you.”
Grace gaped at him stupidly. “What?”
“She misses you. She’s been fretting since you left. Mother says she’s teething.”
The disaster scenes faded. Molly wasn’t injured. She hadn’t been kidnapped. Almost reeling with relief, Grace sagged against the doorjamb.
“That’s what you came down to San Antonio to tell me?” she asked incredulously. “Molly’s teething?”
“That, and the fact that she said her first word.”
And Grace had missed both events! The loss hit like a blow as Blake’s glance went past her and swept the comfortable living room.
“May I come in?”
“Huh? Oh. Yes, of course.”
She moved inside, all too conscious now of her bare feet and the T-shirt hacked off to her midriff. The shirt topped a pair of ragged cutoffs that skimmed her butt cheeks.
The cutoffs were comfortable in the cozy privacy of her home but nothing she would have ever considered wearing while she’d worked for Delilah—or around her son. She caught Blake’s gaze tracking to her legs, moving upward. Disconcerted by the sudden heat that slow once-over generated, she gulped and snatched at his reason for being there.
“What did Molly say?”
“We thought it was just a ga-ga,” he said with a small, almost reluctant smile. “Mother insisted she was trying to say ga-ma, but it came out on a hiss.”
She sounded it out in her head, and felt her stomach go hard and tight.
“Gace? Molly said Gace?”
“Several times now.”
“I…uh…”
He waited a beat, but she couldn’t pull it together enough for coherence. She was too lost in the stinging regret of missing those first words.
“We want you to come back, Grace.”
Startled, she looked up to find Blake regarding her intently.
“Who’s we?” she stammered.
“All of us. Mother, me, Julie and Alex.”
“They’re back from their honeymoon?”
“They flew in last night.”
“And you…” She had to stop and suck in a shaky breath. “And you want me to come back and pick up where I left off as Molly’s nanny?”
“Not as her nanny. As my wife.”
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