orange and red hair, the multiple piercings and the iPod, which was always strapped to her arm. On the other hand, Barbara Jean was a straight-A student, levelheaded and responsible. She was, therefore, Allegra’s well-paid and much-appreciated nanny.
Barbara Jean threw her arms wide in a flourish and bowed. “Make way for Princess Allegra!”
Jillian and Blanche, who went through this drill on a daily basis, snapped to attention and bowed as two-year-old Allegra sidled into the room, teetering on purple plastic prostitute-in-training slides with pink ostrich feathers across the open toes. Today’s ensemble also included a pink leotard and tutu combination, a sparkling rhinestone crown and a blue magic wand with pink streamers.
“All hail Princess Allegra,” the adults intoned.
Allegra blessed them with a serene nod. “You may rise.”
Jillian crooked her finger at the girl, who came over. “Come here, Princess Allegra. Mommy’s got something for you.”
“What?”
“This.”
Sweeping her daughter up, Jillian kissed her fat little honey-with-cream-colored cheeks and swung her in a circle. Allegra screamed with laughter, revealing one Shirley Temple dimple on the left side of her mouth and tiny white teeth. After a few seconds of this silliness, Jillian set the girl back on her wobbly legs and ruffled her sandy curls.
“Don’t forget you’ve got a swimming lesson soon. Barbara Jean will take you.”
“Nooo-ooo.” Allegra backed away as though she expected to be dragged off in chains and tortured in a dungeon. “I don’t want to go swimming. I want a tea party.”
“Yeah, well, there’s plenty of time for a tea party after you swim.”
Allegra prepared for a rant by opening her mouth so wide you’d think it had a hinge, but a new distraction arrived before she could get started: someone knocked on the kitchen door.
They all looked around to see a man standing on the other side of the screen with a bouquet of red roses slung over one arm.
Jillian’s pulse quickened and a hot flush crept over her cheeks. She hastily washed her hands while Blanche shot her a smirk and then sauntered to the door and swung it open.
“Adam Marshall,” Blanche cried, laying the charm on so thick she’d need a putty knife in a minute. “You come right on in here and have some coffee and a muffin. How’s our favorite accountant?”
“I’m pretty good now that I know there’s a muffin in my future.” He came inside while everyone said hello and Blanche fixed his snack. His gaze went straight to Jillian and held. “How are you, Jillian?”
“I’m good.”
Adam had been the B & B’s accountant for two years and had been making eyes at Jillian for a year and eleven months. There was an intimidation factor involved, Jillian supposed, because she’d been the first lady of Virginia and was the sister of the sitting president. That, combined with Adam’s natural shyness, accounted for his delay in asking her out, not that Jillian was anxious, given her antidating stance.
But last week he’d finally gotten up the nerve to approach her, and they’d had coffee. Why not? She had to drink coffee, right? Why not drink it with him? Then they’d had dinner. Both had gone reasonably well. Now here he was again.
On paper he was everything a single mother like her should want: single, straight, with a nice job, a sense of humor and no lurking baby mamas. Plus, he was easy on the eyes. Dark skinned with a mustache and skull trim, he had warm brown eyes and the kind of dimpled boyish grin that probably weakened knees wherever he went.
It wasn’t his fault that Jillian’s knees were impervious.
So, yeah, she wasn’t dating, wasn’t smitten and wouldn’t be falling into this guy’s bed—or anyone else’s, come to think of it—anytime soon. And that was just fine with her because she had a drawer full of BOBs (Battery Operated Boyfriends) upstairs.
But…he was a decent guy and she had to pass the time somehow. Why not do it with him on occasion?
Allegra tottered over on her plastic heels and stared up at Adam.
“I like your flowers.”
Adam looked down at the girl. “Thank you.” Allegra’s curls quivered with her bouncing excitement. “Are they for me?”
Adam, bless his heart, didn’t miss a beat. Smiling, he pulled one perfect red bud out of the huge arrangement and held it out to Allegra.
“For you, your majesty.”
Allegra beamed up at him. “Thank you. You may kiss my hand.”
They all laughed. Adam took her tiny hand with its chipped pink nail polish and kissed it with the appropriate solemnity. Allegra tittered.
And Adam went up another notch or two in Jillian’s estimation.
“Okay, princess.” Barbara Jean took Allegra’s hand and steered her toward the hall. “Time for swimming.”
“Nooo-ooo.” Allegra’s wails echoed down the hall as they disappeared from sight.
Blanche presented Adam with coffee and a pumpkin muffin the size of a small melon. “I’ll just leave you two to chat.” She patted Adam’s arm. “Enjoy your muffin.”
“Thanks, Blanche.” Adam watched her go and then gave the roses to Jillian. “For you.”
“Thank you.” It had been so long since a man had made a romantic gesture that she couldn’t repress her grin. “They’re beautiful.”
“They’re a bribe. I’m hoping you’ll go out to dinner with me again.”
Jillian faltered and stalled by placing the flowers on the counter. “Adam—”
“You already told me,” he said good-naturedly. “You don’t date.”
“Oh, good. You were listening.”
“Think about another dinner, though. That’s all I’m asking.”
She hesitated.
Thinking about it probably wouldn’t kill her. Besides. His face was so pleasant and hopeful that she just couldn’t say no. She was in the prime of her life, for goodness’ sake. Life wasn’t over just yet. As long as she was honest about not wanting a relationship, dinner with him was no big deal, right?
“Okay,” she said.
“Good.” Adam grinned and then apparently decided to press his luck. “Can I kiss you? I’ve been kicking myself for not asking the other night.”
Kiss? What?
But Adam, for once in his life, seemed to be in an impulsive mood and didn’t wait. Leaning in and catching her before her alarm could really take hold, he brushed his mouth across hers.
Nothing
