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The Nanny Who Kissed Her Boss

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2018
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“What do you normally do at home?” he asked easily.

“Hang out with my friends, for one thing.”

“Maybe when we get back from California we can see about having some come over here. Or you can visit.”

“It’s not like I can walk there.”

“I’ll provide transportation.”

“Whatever.”

“Until then you have San Francisco, then backpacking in the High Sierras to look forward to. Remember how we used to go camping?”

“Oh, pul-ease, not camping. I was a kid then. What did I know? When I hear California I think beaches in LA, maybe go to Hollywood, see something worth seeing.”

“I understand the views from the Pacific Crest Trail in Yosemite are amazing.”

The doorbell sounded. Declan took a breath. Make-or-break time.

Jacey looked at the door but didn’t move.

He rose and went to open it. Savannah stood there. Today she wore a light blue silk blouse that made her eyes shimmer. Her slim white pants showed her shapely figure. He wished she’d at least smile at him instead of looking like someone going to a funeral.

Jacey came to Declan’s side and looked at Savannah.

“Are you the babysitter?” she asked rudely.

“I’m a certified nanny, but you can call me a babysitter if you think that fits better,” Savannah said calmly.

Jacey looked at Savannah and then at her dad. “Did you hire her for me or you?” she asked.

“That’s enough,” Declan snapped out. “Come in, please, Savannah. As you probably guessed, this is my daughter, Jacey.” He turned to Jacey and introduced Savannah.

“If she’s going, I’m not. I’m calling Mom.” Jacey turned and went back to the sofa, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. She glowered at both her father and Savannah.

Savannah sighed softly. She really didn’t need another assignment that didn’t go well. Her last one had been enough to drive a saint crazy. And she wasn’t anywhere near being a saint. While her gaze was focused on Jacey, she was very aware of the girl’s father standing near enough that she caught a whiff of his aftershave, which spiraled her right back to when she’d been close enough to nuzzle his neck and be flooded with sensations of scent and touch.

Still, having come this far she felt obligated at least to give this interview a fair shake. Trying to ignore Declan, she put herself in Jacey’s shoes. She found a bit of empathy. Teen years were hard. Being shunted back and forth between parents was hard. And if Jacey’s mother was allowing her to dress like this, she wasn’t getting a lot of parental guidance at home.

She sat on one of the chairs, looking at Jacey as the girl stared back at her.

Declan stood nearby. “Does anyone want something to drink?”

“Like what?” Jacey asked.

“Coffee, tea, hot chocolate, a soft drink?”

“I’ll have coffee,” Savannah said.

“I don’t want anything,” Jacey growled.

“I’ll be right back,” Declan said and disappeared into the kitchen area. Suddenly she felt sorry for Declan. He appeared to be trying so hard. Faced with the rebellious teen before her, Savannah knew he’d be in for a bumpy road.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Jacey said defiantly.

Savannah took the time to study the girl while she tried to come up with an answer. Jacey could be really pretty if she’d wash her face and wash out whatever dye she’d used on her hair. And put on a colorful shirt. Black leached the color from her skin.

“I’m sure your father knows best,” she ended up saying.

“I’m not going.”

“Oh? Have the plans changed?”

Jacey frowned. “I don’t think my mom’s going to let me go to California.”

Declan returned, carrying a tray with two mugs of coffee. He glanced between the two and then placed the tray on a table. “You like it black,” he said to Savannah, handing her the cup.

Jacey looked at her father with suspicion.

“Jacey says she isn’t going on the trip,” Savannah said, taking the cup and meeting Jacey’s gaze over the rim.

“Well, Jacey’s wrong. She’s not only going, she’s going to have a great time,” he said, sitting on another chair facing the sofa.

“When Mom calls back and I tell her what you want to do, she’ll come get me.”

Savannah watched as she sipped her coffee. Here was a very frustrated, unhappy young person anxious to make things go her way, and they weren’t going to. What could she do to distract her? Get her off that line of thinking and on to exploring the possibilities the summer offered?

Jacey faced her father defiantly. “She’ll be calling soon.”

“Honey, your mother said when she brought you here that she wants you to spend the summer with me. I want you to have a good time. But if you decide to make it painful, so be it. We’re still going to California, all three of us.”

“Did you tell her we’ll be shopping in San Francisco?” Savannah asked. She looked at Jacey. “I’ve been to the City by the Bay before. It’s a fabulous place. They have the crookedest street in the world there. Yummy seafood at the wharf. And the stores are to die for.”

“Manhattan has the coolest stores,” Jacey said, not at all interested.

“Other places can be cool, too, if you give them a chance,” Declan said.

“I hate you!” Jacey jumped up. “Mom said you were always difficult. She was right!”

She ran from the room. A moment later a door slammed.

Savannah looked at Declan. “That went well,” she said. “Not. Is she always like that?”

“Before Margo brought her over the other day, I hadn’t seen her since April. The hair and makeup is new since then. I think today was a new high in rudeness. Or maybe I mean a new low. With that attitude, we’re all going to be miserable.”

He looked at her. “You’re still going, right? I know you have the right to refuse, but see her for what she could be, not how she’s acting today.”

Savannah hesitated. She was a professional and knew she was good at her job. But this assignment would be more difficult than any other she’d had. Not only was the child rebellious and going through a definite Goth stage, Savannah was having trouble not focusing on the man sitting across from her.
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