The Nanny's Double Trouble

Grace let out a reluctant snort of laughter. “Yeah, right.”

“I want to make a little speech now. It will probably annoy you, but I hope you’ll listen anyway.”

“Go for it.”

“When he was your age, he was married, working, fitting in college classes as best he could and raising you and your brothers and sisters—and probably getting zero nights out with his friends.”

Into the silence that followed, Grace shot her a surprised glance. “That’s it. That’s the speech?”

“That’s all.”

Grace seemed to consider. “I know you’re right. He hasn’t had it easy. But he still drives me crazy. I mean, does he have to be such a hard-ass all the time?”

Keely put her hand over Grace’s and gave it a pat. “I’ll go talk to him.”

Grace scoffed, “Like there aren’t a thousand ways that could go horribly wrong.”

“Trust me.”

“I do. It’s him that I’m worried about.”

* * *

Daniel was still holed up in his study, reluctant to venture out and possibly have to deal with his sister again when the tap came on the door.

Grace? Doubtful. Probably Keely. He didn’t really want to listen to whatever she had to say right at the moment either. Chances were she’d only come to give him a bad time about Grace.

There was another knock.

He gave in and called out, “It’s open.”

Keely pushed the door wide and then hesitated on the threshold. She wore what she’d had on that morning—jeans rolled at the ankles, a black-and-white-striped shirt half-tucked-in and hanging off one shoulder, with high-tops on her feet. Her hair was naturally reddish blond, but she liked to change it up. Today, it fell in fog-frizzed brown waves to her shoulders. Her big, wide-set green eyes assessed him.

He leaned back in his swivel chair and cracked his neck to dispel some of the tension. “Go ahead. I’m listening.”

She braced a shoulder in the doorway, stuck her hands in her pockets and crossed one high-top in front of the other. “I really did tell Grace I didn’t need her, and I urged her to go out and have a little fun.”

Women. They always knew how to gang up on a man. “All right.”

She pushed off the door and straightened her shoulders. “All right, she can go—or all right, you heard what I said and I should get lost?”

He stared at his dead wife’s cousin and reminded himself all over again that he was really grateful she’d come to look after his children, even if she did consider him to blame for all that had gone wrong between him and Lillie.

And maybe he was to blame.

When his parents had died suddenly on a second honeymoon in Thailand, he was eighteen. The most important thing then was to keep what was left of his family together. He’d stepped up to take care of his three surviving brothers and four sisters. Lillie, a year behind him in school, stepped right up with him. He and Lillie had been together—inseparable, really—for two years by then. They’d agreed to get married as soon as Lillie graduated high school.

A born nurturer just like her mother, Lillie was only too happy to take over as a second mom to his big brood of siblings. She always claimed that choosing a life with him and his ready-made family was the perfect solution for her. She could have the kids she longed for and not risk her health.

But as the years passed and his brothers and sisters grew up and moved out, her yearning for babies of their own only got stronger. He didn’t share that yearning. No way. An empty nest. That was what he’d looked forward to. He’d thought they might travel a little, get to know each other all over again...

“Daniel? You all right?” Keely was waiting for him to answer her last question.

He shook himself and put his regrets aside. “Sorry.” Grace. He needed to smooth things over with Grace. “You’re sure you don’t need her?”

“Positive.”

He got up. “I’ll go talk to her.”

* * *

Grace opened the door at his knock. “What now?”

“Grace, I’m sorry we got into it.”

“It’s all right,” she said flatly. He got the message. It was not all right. It was anything but.

“Listen, go ahead. Go meet Erin. Enjoy your last night home.”

She almost smiled. But she was still too pissed at him for that. “Thanks.”

Don’t stay out too late. He closed his mouth over the words. She was an adult after all. He had trouble sometimes remembering that. She’d been a sweet little six-year-old in pigtails with two missing front teeth when George and Marie Bravo decided they needed a romantic getaway in Thailand. They got there just in time for the tsunami that killed them. And Grace had had to grow up without them.

No, he wasn’t his baby sister’s father, but sometimes he felt like it. He liked it when she stayed home—and not only because she helped out with the kids. He wanted her safe, damn it, wanted all of them safe. Life was too dangerous. Anything could happen. He knew that from hard experience.

“Have a good time.” He pushed the words out of his unwilling mouth.

“I will,” she said obediently and then lifted her arms in a limp offer of a hug.

He gathered her close, but only for a moment. She pulled free quickly, and he left her to go offer Keely some help setting up the white room for her studio.

* * *

By a little after eleven, they had the thread pegboard hung and covered with giant spools. He’d put up some shelves for her, ones he’d found down in the basement. The shelves used to be in his brother Matthias’s room way back before Matt moved out. She had two worktables set up, one for sketching and one for her sewing machine. There was an easel in the corner and another, smaller table next to it piled with paint and brushes.

“This is looking good, Daniel. Thank you.”

“What else needs doing?”

“That’s it.” She hid a yawn behind her hand. “We are finished.”

“You sure?”

She pushed in the chair at her sewing table. “Yep.”

He felt the oddest reluctance to head for his own room. After Grace left for her night out, it had been pretty much a no-pressure evening. He’d felt useful, helping Keely get the room the way she wanted it. And besides that, it was kind of good just to hang with her. Kind of companionable.

He hadn’t had much of that, of companionship. Not for a long time. Not for a couple of years at least. Not since he’d found out that Lillie was pregnant.