Hired by Her Husband. Anne McAllister

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the dog. “Let’s take a look at the guest room.”

      That’s the most she was in George’s house, in his life. A guest. She needed to remember that.

      “I didn’t change the sheets,” Tallie had apologized. “I figured I’d either be back there tonight or George would be home. There are other rooms up above. There’s a room for the boys up there, but George probably hasn’t changed the sheets since the last time they were there. And that’s where George’s room is, of course.”

      Sophy felt enough like Goldilocks eavesdropping further in a house where she didn’t belong. The last place she wanted to look at was George’s bedroom.

      George’s bed. She didn’t want to remember the nights she’d spent sharing a bed with George. Making love with George…

      “I’ll just take the room where you were,” she’d told Tallie. “It will be fine.”

      It was Spartan—but perfectly adequate. It had a bed, sheets, a blanket and two pillows. What more could she ask?

      Sophy kicked off her shoes and pulled off her jacket, already heading for the bed when she remembered that she needed to get on the computer and put through a video call to Natalie and Lily.

      She opened her laptop on the bed and was glad she often used the video program to help out and advise the “wives” in the field who worked for her and Natalie. So she was quickly up and running, and felt an instant pang of homesickness when the call went through and she could see Lily at home with Natalie in her living room.

      “Mama?” Lily demanded, sticking her face right up against Natalie’s laptop. “Are you in the computer?”

      Sophy laughed. “No, darling. I’m in New York. I had to come here last night, just for a couple of days. I’ll be home soon. Are you being good for Auntie Nat?”

      “’Course I am,” Lily said. “I’m helping.”

      “Great.” Though whether Natalie would think the help of a four-year-old was such a blessing, Sophy wasn’t sure. “What are you going to do today?”

      The three-hour time difference meant that Natalie and Lily were just getting started on their day. But clearly Natalie had given some thought to what they would do. Lily rattled off an entire list of things that included “after lunch going to the beach with Uncle Christo,” undoubtedly so Natalie could get some real work done.

      “Is that a dog?” Lily demanded, abruptly breaking off her recitation.

      “Dog?” Sophy was confused, then realized that Lily wasn’t just seeing her. Her daughter could see at least a part of the bedroom behind her. And Gunnar was standing by the bed looking equally curiously at the computer screen.

      “Um, yes,” Sophy said. “That’s Gunnar.”

      “He’s big,” Lily said solemnly. “An’ really, really black. Would he like me?”

      “Oh, I think so,” Natalie said. Gunnar, for all his ferocious barking while she was on the doorstep, had been an absolute gentleman since she’d crossed the threshold. He actually seemed to be looking at Lily.

      “Hi, Gunnar,” she said.

      He looked quizzical and tentatively wagged his tail.

      “He likes me!” Lily crowed.

      “Who likes you?” Natalie reappeared and bent down to peer into the screen, eyes widening when she spotted the dog. “Who’s that? Where’d he come from? Where are you?” she shot out the questions rapid-fire.

      “That’s Gunnar. He lives here.”

      “Here where?” Natalie demanded.

      “At George’s,” Sophy said reluctantly.

      “At Daddy’s?” Lily demanded, sticking her face close to the screen to peer around the room eagerly. “Are you at Daddy’s?”

      “Yes, but—”

      “Where is he?”

      “Yes, where is Daddy?” Natalie demanded, frowning her concern.

      Sophy heard the archness in Natalie’s tone. “He’s in the hospital.” She tried to sound calm and matter-of-fact.

      “Is Daddy okay?” Lily asked. “He’s okay, isn’t he, Mommy?”

      “He will be,” Sophy assured her.

      “So what are you doing at his place?” Natalie wanted to know.

      “Feeding his dog. And taking a nap. In the guest room,” she added in case Natalie had other ideas.

      Fortunately whatever ideas Natalie had she wasn’t sharing them in front of Lily. She pressed her lips together, then shrugged and said, “Well, get some sleep then.”

      “I will. I just wanted to see Lily. Love you, kiddo.”

      “Love you, Mommy,” Lily responded. “An’ Daddy. An’ Gunnar, too.” She put her hand on the computer screen, as if she could reach out and pet him. Then she brought Chloe’s face up to the screen and pointed out Gunnar to her. “He’s your friend, Chloe,” she told her stuffed dog. “An’ he’s mine, too. Oh, Uncle Christo’s here. ’Bye, Mommy. ’Bye, Gunnar. See you later.” And Lily skipped off, dragging Chloe away by a paw, leaving Sophy staring at the empty chair in the kitchen.

      “Sorry about that.” Natalie suddenly appeared. “Christo just came in bringing fresh cinnamon rolls from the bakery.”

      “Ah, well. A girl’s got to have her priorities. Give her a hug for me.”

      “Of course.” There was a pause. Then Natalie said, “I didn’t realize Lily was quite so gung ho about George. She doesn’t know him.”

      “She’s fixated. All families have mommies and daddies. Or they’re supposed to. We don’t. She wanted to know why. Then she wanted to know everything about him.”

      “You should have told her about Ari. He’s her father.”

      “No.” Sophy didn’t accept that. “He sired her. He would never have been there for her. George was.”

      “Briefly.”

      “Yes, well—” But Sophy didn’t want to get into that. She had never told Natalie all the reasons for the breakup of their marriage. It was personal. “Anyway, she asked. I told her. She’s curious. It’s the lure of the unknown.”

      Natalie looked doubtful. “What about the lure for you?”

      “I’m fine,” Sophy said firmly. “Besides, it’s only one afternoon. I’m only putting the dog out—and grabbing a few hours’ shut-eye. George isn’t here. His sister asked me. I’m doing her a favor.”

      “If you say so,” Natalie said doubtfully.

      “I do.”

      “Right.” Natalie shrugged, still looking concerned. “Be careful, Soph’.”

      “I’m being careful,” Sophy replied. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to you later, let you know what flight I’ll be on.”

      “So you’re coming soon?”

      “Tonight. There’s nothing to stay for.”

      Natalie smiled. “Great.”

      Sophy shut down the computer and put it on the nightstand by the bed. Then she finished undressing down to her underwear, drew back the covers and slid into the bed. It was heaven. And what she’d told Natalie was true: she was being careful. Very careful.

      She closed her eyes and didn’t let herself think about the photos in the album. She didn’t let herself remember those months of hope and joy. She tried not to dwell on the fact that she was in George’s house, that she could go up one more flight


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