His expression didn’t change, but she knew without a single doubt that he was cursing inside his head. Her brother, Dane, got that same look when he was inordinately frustrated.
He’d worn that look a lot around Darby before she’d finally found some backbone and left home three months ago.
Her gaze focused on Garrett, and her shoulders sagged. If she had found her backbone and stayed at home, where everyone had insisted she’d belonged—save her great-aunt Georgie, that is—then today’s events would never have occurred. The children sleeping in the bedrooms of this simple, boxy house would be tucked in under the watchful eye of their mother and father—instead of the grimly determined one of their uncle.
“I wouldn’t have to worry about waiting lists if you’d come here to watch the kids.”
She was more tired than she thought, because he made no sense whatsoever. “I already have a job. I work at Smiling Faces, Mr. Cullum.”
“Garrett. You could work here instead. I’ll match your salary.”
“I…no. No, I’m sorry. That’s simply not possible.” She stepped out onto the porch and quickly shut the screen door.
It was insane. She couldn’t even contemplate it. Working at the center was one thing. Being this man’s…nanny, was entirely another.
He followed her. Right over to her car. “Why not? Do you have kids of your own?”
Her stomach tightened. “No.”
“A husband who’d object? A lover?”
“I’m not married.”
His lids lowered. “And…?”
Her cheeks burned. She sidled around him and yanked open the car door. It squealed. “Don’t you have a wife or…someone who can watch the children for you?”
“If I had a wife, I wouldn’t need a nanny.”
“Perhaps she has a demanding career.”
“There is no career. No wife. I’m a harmless, single male. I pay my taxes on time, haven’t broken any laws lately and shower at least once a month whether I need it or not.”
She fumbled her keys from her pocket and sank into the seat, frowning harder.
“Don’t you care about the children?”
“Of course I do!” She drew in a sharp breath. “Which is not the point.” She tried to pull the door closed, but he folded one hand over the top and held it fast. She looked from his hand to his face. But that made her breathless in a way she didn’t dare examine, and she looked back at his hand. “I’d like to leave, Mr. Cullum.”
His fingers slowly straightened, though he didn’t remove his hand completely. “Double your salary.”
She yanked the door closed. The window was still lowered. “Don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t about money.”
“No, it’s about five kids who don’t deserve to wake up tomorrow with no parents.”
His words hit her like a blow to her midsection. Her hand trembled so badly it took her two tries to fit the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered, died.
“Darby, you obviously cared enough about them to see that Elise’s wishes were followed. Just consider the idea, would you?”
Even if she did consider it, what good would it do? The children would become attached to her and she to them. When she had to leave—and she would—it would be just one more loss in their young lives that they neither deserved nor expected.
She’d done what she could when she’d run out onto the street that afternoon. She’d given CPR. She’d applied tourniquets that had done no good. She’d avoided one reporter, sicced a police officer on another and tried not to completely lose her wits when she’d recognized poor Phil as the driver of the other car. She’d known he must have died instantly.
She’d cradled Elise’s head in her arms as the injured woman had urgently whispered about her children. She’d told the police, then Social Services, about Elise’s last words.
There wasn’t anything more that Darby could do.
Nothing that she could undo.
So the best thing for her to do was go. This man, Elise’s brother, would rise to the task of caring for his new charges. She could see it in his face. And just because she was still shaking and distressed over the day’s events didn’t give her any excuse to sugar-coat her own involvement.
She turned the ignition again, holding her breath until the engine caught. She looked up at Garrett as she put the car into Reverse.
And felt herself waver yet again.
The children would be confused and desperately missing their mommy and daddy. Their lives had been torn to pieces through no fault of their own.
Her hands tightened around the steering wheel and she moistened her lips. If she was careful, if she remembered her…her place, maybe she could—
A movement behind them had her automatically glancing in the rearview mirror. The sight of a white van pulling up at the curb was like a dousing with icy water. The side of the van was painted with the colorful logo of the local television station.
“I can’t help you, Garrett. I’m sorry.”
She didn’t look at him as she pulled out of the driveway and drove away. In her mirror, she saw someone step from the van and approach Garrett.
Naturally. The mayor’s long-absent son had returned to town just in time to become the unexpected guardian of his nieces and nephews. In a small place like Fisher Falls, that was big news.
If she didn’t stay away from the scene, the news would grow even bigger. And Darby couldn’t face that.
Not even for those sweet kids.
Not even for a man like Garrett Cullum.
Chapter Three
“I’m going to go over and see Darby White. She won’t refuse in person.” Garrett looked across the metal desk to his assistant as he hung up the phone. He’d just been refused child care from the last center in Fisher Falls. And this one had been run by a church. “No room” seemed to be the stock answer in this town. But Garrett knew better. “We can’t help out the black-sheep son of our beloved mayor” was what they really meant.
Carmel Delgado rolled her eyes and huffed. “She’s already refused you.”
Didn’t he know it. His temporary office was housed in a trailer on the building site of what would soon be G&G Construction’s seventh office, and rather than being filled with desks and filing cabinets for his staff, one end was filled with a playpen, rocking horse and an enormous cardboard box of toys. A box that, he noted absently, the triplets were more interested in chewing on than anything. For now, thankfully, the kids seemed quiet and content enough with
