A Nanny For Keeps. Liz Fielding
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This wasn’t a nursery, but the master bedroom.
Jacqui turned, her intention to immediately withdraw. And found herself face-to-face with Harry Talbot, standing in front of a chest of drawers, apparently looking for underwear.
Bad enough that she’d walked into his room without even knocking, but then there was the small fact that he’d just stepped out of the shower and was naked but for a towel slung carelessly about his hips.
As he spun to face her it lost its battle with gravity.
He made no move to retrieve it and, despite opening her mouth with every intention of apologizing for having blundered into his room, she found herself quite unable to speak.
He was beautiful. Lean to the bone, hard, sculptured, his was the kind of body artists loved for their life classes.
Which made the scars lacerating his back, scars which he hadn’t moved quickly enough to hide from her, all the more terrible.
Without thinking, she reached out as if to touch him, take the pain into her own body.
A Nanny for Keeps
Liz Fielding
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
JACQUI MOORE peered through the low, swirling cloud, intent on keeping her precious car on the lane snaking between dry-stone walls that were much too close for comfort, and wished, not for the first time that day, that she was better at saying no.
‘It’s just a flying nanny job, Jacqui. A piece of cake for someone as experienced as you.’
‘I’m not a nanny, flying or otherwise. Not any more.’
‘A couple of hours, max,’ Vickie Campbell continued, as if she hadn’t spoken. ‘I wouldn’t ask but this is an emergency and Selina Talbot is a very special client.’
‘Selina Talbot?’
‘Now I have your attention,’ Vickie said, with satisfaction. ‘You know she adopted an orphaned refugee child?’
‘Yes, I’ve seen her photograph in Celebrity…’
‘We supply all her staff.’
‘Do you?’ Jacqui jerked herself back from the brink of temptation. ‘So why doesn’t she have one of your wonderful nannies to take care of her little girl?’
‘She does. At least she will have. I’ve got someone lined up, but she’s on holiday—’
‘Holiday! Now, there’s a coincidence. You do recall that you asked me to drop by on my way to the airport…’ she laid heavy emphasis on the word airport ‘…since I was passing the door anyway. You had something for me, you said,’ she prompted.
‘Oh, yes.’ Vickie opened her desk drawer and handed her a padded envelope. ‘The Gilchrists sent it.’
Jacqui took the envelope with its Hong Kong postmark and, heart beating like a drum as she tore it open, tipped out the contents. The supple silver links of the bracelet curled into her palm. A card fluttered to the ground.
With a feeling of dread she picked it up, turned it over and read the message.
‘Jacqui?’
She shook her head, blinking furiously as she bent over her bag, pushing it out of sight. Unable for a moment to speak.
‘What is it? Did the Gilchrists send you a keepsake?’
Unable to tell her exactly what the Gilchrists had done, she said, ‘Something like that.’
Vickie took it from her. ‘Oh, it’s a charm bracelet and they’ve started your collection with a little heart. How sweet.’ Then, ‘It seems to be engraved,’ she said, holding it closer to the light and squinting to read the tiny words. ‘I really must get my eyes tested, but I think it says…“…forget and smile…”.’ She frowned. ‘What does that mean?’
‘It’s a quotation from Christina Rossetti,’ Jacqui said, numbly. “‘Better by far you should forget and smile, Than that you should remember and be sad.’”
‘Oh. Yes… Well. I see.’ Then, gently, ‘Maybe that’s good advice.’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘I know how much it hurt to lose her, Jacqui. She’ll never forget you. Everything you did for her.’
Jacqui knew exactly what she’d done. That was why she could never take the risk again.
‘Do you want me to fasten it for you?’
And because it would have looked odd if she’d stuffed it away out of sight with the card that had come with it, she allowed Vickie to fasten the chain about her wrist. Then, because she had to get out of there, she cleared her throat and said, ‘Right, well, if that’s all, I’d better be getting on my way.’
‘Don’t rush off. Your plane doesn’t leave for hours.’ Vickie smiled. One of those full-blooded, come on, I understand that you were upset, but it’s time to move on, smiles. ‘And, since you’re flying by a no-frills airline from some airport in the back of beyond, you undoubtedly need the money. You haven’t worked for months.’
‘I haven’t worked for you for months,’ she corrected. ‘Which was quite intentional. But I have been working as a temp in a jolly nice office. Regular hours, no weekends and the money isn’t bad, either.’
Vickie rolled her eyes in a give-me-strength look, not fooled for a minute.
OK, ‘jolly’ probably overstated it.
‘They’ve asked me to stay on,’ she said. ‘Permanently.’
‘It’s not even as if you’ll have to put yourself out,’ Vickie continued, treating this statement with the contempt it probably deserved and completely ignoring it.
Jacqui had done a very good job for her temporary employers, doing all the dull, repetitive jobs that no one else wanted and doing them well. She’d hated every minute of it, but it was her penance and for six months she’d punished herself. But it hadn’t helped. She was going to have to try something different and maybe her family were right, a couple of weeks on her own, with no pressures, would give her time to decide what she was going to do with the rest of her life.
‘You