at all in the middle of the tourist season.
“It won’t be easy to hire someone, will it?” She seemed to read his thoughts.
“No. I’m afraid Maida has spoiled us.” He should have known things couldn’t run so smoothly forever.
“Aunt Maida thinks she has a solution, if you’ll go along with it.”
He realized Paula was carefully not looking at him, and that fact sent up a red flag of warning. “What is it?”
Paula took a deep breath and fixed him with a look that was half embarrassed, half defiant. “She wants you to hire me as her replacement.”
For a long moment he could only stare at her. Paula—back in his house, cooking his meals, looking after his son. Given what had happened between them the last time she worked for him, he couldn’t believe she’d be willing to try it again.
One thing he could believe, though. Having Paula Hansen in his house again wouldn’t just be embarrassing. Having her there, seeing her every day, no matter how desperately he needed help—that would be downright insane.
The expression on Alex’s lean, aristocratic face showed Paula only too well exactly what he thought of her aunt’s idea. Why on earth hadn’t Aunt Maida told him before Paula arrived? Maida knew this situation would be difficult. She’d said she’d prepare the way. Instead, she’d brought Paula here without saying a word to Alex about it.
Of course, Aunt Maida couldn’t have known her niece would go weak-kneed at the sight of Alex Caine.
“I see.” Alex’s tone was coolly noncommittal, and the polite, well-bred mask he habitually wore slid into place.
It was too late. Naturally he wouldn’t come right out and tell her he didn’t want her in his house again. But she’d seen his swift, unguarded reaction. Her heart sank. She should have known he wouldn’t agree to this.
“Where is Maida? We need to talk about this.”
“She’s not here.” She took a deep breath and prepared for an explosion. Oh, Aunt Maida. Why didn’t you tell him? “She’s already checked into the hospital in Henderson.”
He started to speak, then clamped his mouth closed. Maybe he was counting to ten. She could only hope it worked.
“She’s scheduled for surgery tomorrow.” She might as well get it all out. If he intended to explode, he’d just have to do it once. “I guess she thought I could help out here, at least until you make a decision about replacing her.”
“You said she didn’t want to worry me. Did she think this wasn’t worrying—going to the hospital and leaving you to break the news?”
The fine lines around Alex’s dark eyes seemed to deepen. She longed to smooth them away with her fingertips. The urge, so strong her skin tingled, shocked her. She couldn’t think that, couldn’t feel it.
She didn’t have a good answer to his question. “I thought she planned to tell you. When we talked on the phone last week, she said she would.”
Maida had sounded so desperate. “I need you, Paula. Jason needs you. That child is hurting, and you might be the only one who can help him.” Maida must not have wanted to risk telling Alex, and his finding some other solution to her absence. She could only pray Maida was right.
“Why didn’t you tell me, then?”
Alex’s intense, dark stare seemed to pierce right through her, finding the vulnerabilities she longed to hide. She took a deep breath, trying to quell jittery nerves. She’d known it would be difficult to come back here. She just hadn’t anticipated how difficult. If Aunt Maida knew how hard this was for her—
No, she couldn’t let Maida know that. She’d agreed to do this thing, and she had to do it.
“I am telling you. I mean, now you know, don’t you?” She clenched her hands together, hoping he didn’t realize how much of her attitude was bravado. “Look, all I know is that she said she’d tell you. I thought it was all arranged. That’s why I’m here—” she gestured toward the scattered pots “—trying to fix dinner for you and Jason.”
Alex looked if it was the worst idea he’d ever heard. If he sent her packing, she’d never have a chance to make up for the mistakes she’d made the last time she was here.
“I can cook, you know,” she assured him. “I learned from the best.” Maida had insisted on giving her cooking lessons every time Paula came to visit.
“Of course you’re going to get an education and have a profession,” Maida would say. “But it never does any harm to know how to cook.”
He looked at her skeptically, and her doubts rose. Why was this so difficult?
Lord, if this really is the right thing to do, please let me know it.
“Dinner tonight isn’t important.” His voice was clipped. “I’ll take Jason out for a hamburger—he always welcomes that. As for the rest of it, I’ll make a decision later. You can go to the hospital to see Maida. Tell her I’ll be there tomorrow.”
She nodded, trying not to react to his tone. As heir to the Caine family fortune, he’d probably been born with the commanding manner that assumed compliance with his orders. The quality never failed to irritate Paula, but Alex had a right to make his own decisions about his staff. And if she did work for him, he’d also have a perfect right to give her orders and expect obedience.
Seeming to consider the matter settled, Alex turned toward the front of the house.
She wanted to let him go, because his disturbing presence upset her equilibrium and made her silly heart flutter. But she couldn’t. There was too much yet to be settled. She had to convince him that she was the right person for this job.
She caught up with him at the swinging door marking the boundary between the family’s part of the mansion and the servants’ section.
“Alex—” She put her hand on his arm to stop him, and was instantly sorry. Through the silky broadcloth of his shirt, his skin warmed to her touch. He wore the dress shirt and tie that was part of his usual attire, but the sleeves were turned back at the wrists, exposing a gold watchband that gleamed against his skin.
She pulled her gaze from his hands, fighting for balance, and focused on his face, instead. It didn’t help. He bore lines he hadn’t two years ago, and the narrow scar that crossed his cheekbone added an attractively dangerous look to his even, classic features.
She snatched her hand away. “I mean, Mr. Caine.” She felt her cheeks flushing. Observing the proprieties might help keep things businesslike between them. It might prevent a recurrence of what happened two years ago.
He stopped, looking down at her, his dark eyes unreadable beneath winged brows. Then he shook his head.
“You’ve been calling me Alex since the first time you came here. You were only about Jason’s age.”
She nodded, deflected by memories of the past. At least Alex seemed able to put his antagonism aside for the moment and remember a more peaceful time. That had to be a good sign.
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