The Texas Billionaire's Bride / The Texas Bodyguard's Proposal: The Texas Billionaire's Bride. Crystal Green
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Grandy that, aside from that one out-of-control paint day, his daughter generally liked to keep her dresses and hands clean—and it wasn’t just at his insistence.
Or was it?
Guilt set in, just as it always did when he thought too hard about how he’d raised—or not raised—his girl. That’s why it was better that he’d adopted such a hands-off policy; he was far more adequate at shaping Foley Industries and concentrating on other important matters, like keeping those damned McCords in line.
Plus, he didn’t know anything about females at all. That was apparent from what he’d let happen to Danielle.
Melanie was still smiling as she looked at his daughter’s portrait, and his heart cracked at how a stranger could so openly display emotion for Livie, when he had such a hard time himself.
He opened the computer file that contained the slides of Tall Oaks.
“Ms. Grandy,” he said.
She glanced at him, and he could see the hope in her eyes.
He didn’t let that affect him. He and hope had parted company a while ago.
“When can you start?” he asked.
She beamed with one of those warm smiles. “When do you want me, Mr. Foley?”
He couldn’t help thinking that, despite the temptation, on a personal level the answer to that would have to be “never.”
Chapter Two
After accepting the job and then rushing through a whirlwind of formalities, such as a salary agreement and a computer-aided tour of Zane Foley’s Austin estate, Melanie had followed her new employer down the hall and to the foyer, barely able to contain a bubbly grin.
Success!
Melanie Grandy, nanny for the eldest Foley’s daughter. She liked the ring of it, and when she found out that she was to be driven in a town car to her motel, where she would pick up her two pitiful suitcases before heading straight to Austin and Livie, she already felt as if she were flying first class.
Okay, maybe business class, because it wasn’t a limo, but, heck, she’d live.
As they came to a halt near a leather settee under a gilt-veined mirror, she tried not to be too aware of how their image reflected him towering over her. Tried not to get fanciful about how they stood side-by-side, a tense space the only thing separating them.
She fairly hummed from head to toe, as if charged by his presence, but…No. She’d worked hard to get here, and jeopardizing her new position by stepping out of bounds with her new boss had to be the worst idea in all creation.
She tried not to look in the mirror again: his strapping body, his Texas-noble bearing…
“The drive to Tall Oaks is nearly three and a half hours,” he said, thankfully interrupting her weakening will to stop lusting after him. “It should give my staff enough time to put together the final paperwork for your hiring and then fax whatever we need to sign.”
“I’ll look for those papers when I get there then.”
“Mrs. Howe might even have the documents in hand when you arrive. She’s got run of the house and has been taking care of Livie since the last nanny left less than a week ago.”
“I look forward to meeting everyone at Tall Oaks,” she said, extending her hand for a deal-closing shake. “Again, thank you. I was really hoping you’d choose me to be a part of Livie’s life.”
And there it was again—that flash of anguish in his gaze.
But then he took her hand in his, wrapping his long fingers around hers.
Warm, strong…
For a moment she forgot that she was supposed to be shaking his hand. He must’ve forgotten also, because the hesitation between them lasted a second too long—one in which her heartbeat fell into a suspended throb.
As she pulled in a breath, his eyes darkened back to the cool, detached gaze that had already become so familiar.
But how could she be used to anything about him when she didn’t know him at all? she reminded herself, coming to her senses and finally gripping his hand in a professional shake.
She doubted she would ever really know Zane Foley, and that was for the best.
They disengaged, and he stepped away from her. “I anticipate that you’ll be around much longer than the other five.”
As he began to walk away, she said, “I sure will.”
He paused for a moment, and she thought that maybe he was about to say something else.
But then he moved on, traveling with the ease of a shadow lengthening at sunset, until he blended into the dark of the hallway.
Melanie watched him go, her heartbeat near the surface of her skin.
But she had to get over it; this was her chance to prove that she really was better than the girl who hadn’t been expected by her stepdad to do much more than be “bastard issue.”
She exhaled, sitting on the leather settee by the door and preparing for the responsibilities ahead of her. Livie—the child who would depend on Melanie to raise her to be all she could be, too.
A stately grandfather clock stood across from her, ticking, tocking, marking the passing seconds as Melanie waited for the driver. Meanwhile, her excitement leveled off to something like a Champagne buzz.
She wondered what the Austin estate would look like in real life, how different it would be from her and her mom’s first ramshackle apartment, then the trailer that had served as home back in the day.
On a sigh, she went to grab her suit jacket and purse, preparing for the moment she would walk out this door and into the car, where she would be driven off and away to find out.
Her purse was there, but not her jacket.
She remembered that she’d brought it into Zane Foley’s study, putting it down when she’d been looking at the portrait of Livie.
Duh. She’d been too excited by the job offer to pick it back up again.
Okeydokey then. Her new boss had gone in the direction of the study, so she would just scoot back there, knock on the door, grab her jacket, then be out of his hair.
In and out.
But when she went down the hall, her body started doing the jitterbug about seeing him, heart racing, stomping.
Cool it, she told herself. In and out.
She came to the study, noticing that the door was ajar just enough for her to hear his voice. And, Heaven help her, she couldn’t resist standing there a second to bask in the appreciation of how he sounded while talking to someone on the phone.
But the more she listened, the more she felt the bass of his voice scratching down her skin, leaving her hair to rise and the heat to play all over her. She thought of what it might be like to see him smile, just once.
Would it feel like a rolling ball of sun inside her stomach? A burning ache that sizzled and made her go weaker than she was even now?
Then he stopped talking, and the person on the other end of the speakerphone started.
The different voice—still appealing, but not nearly as much as Zane Foley’s—was enough to kick her right out of fantasyland.
She rolled her eyes at herself, then prepared to knock just before her boss responded to the other person on the phone.
“I hired another nanny today.”
Melanie’s fist paused in midair.
So help her, she stood rooted there, waiting for what he might say, curiosity killing the cat.
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