The Texas Billionaire's Bride / The Texas Bodyguard's Proposal: The Texas Billionaire's Bride

After wondering if her ears were just playing tricks on her, Melanie went to the staircase again, traveling up to a dead end, where a closed door bled light from around its edges.

Lest she doubt that this was Livie’s playroom, she saw a sign written in the tremulous letters of a dark purple crayon.

LIVIE.

Somehow, the name felt like a territorial statement, and Melanie hesitated to knock. After all, with the structure put on Livie, didn’t she deserve a private place that allowed her some time alone when it was actually scheduled?

After knocking, she waited a moment, listening for a muffled “Come in” that never came.

She put her ear to the wood. Nothing.

“Livie?” she said. “Remember me from the other day? I’m Ms. Grandy, your new nanny. I’d like to say hello to you.”

Still no response.

Was the girl even in there?

Cautiously, Melanie tested the doorknob, finding it unlocked. It wasn’t a shock, since she doubted that Zane Foley would stand for being shut out of anything.

She thought of her own room in the quiet of night. Her own door creaking open. Mr. Foley paying a surprise visit…

A quiver ran through her, but she chased it away as she pushed at the door.

At first she only saw an austere attic, clean and ordered, with a couple of low, wood tables and several closed chests amongst shelves of toys.

Then, as she looked down, she found herself blocked by an army of stuffed animals that had been hastily tossed in a semi-circle.

A little voice came from the left.

“They don’t want you in here.”

Melanie glanced toward the sound, finding Livie sitting in a miniature rocking chair, her hands folded in her lap. She was wearing Mary Jane shoes with ankle socks, and her dark hair was held back by a lacy band, the bridge of her nose lightly freckled, just as the portrait in Zane Foley’s study had shown.

All that was missing was the stuffed lamb in her hands, but there was something Melanie saw in Livie that the painting hadn’t captured sufficiently at all.

The sadness in the girl’s big eyes.

It dug into Melanie’s chest.

“I thought the room might be empty.” She used her smile in a peacemaking fashion, gesturing toward the animals. “You’ve got a real collection.”

The little girl just kept serenely assessing her new nanny, and Melanie thought of how pretty she was, how pretty her mom must’ve been, too, although she hadn’t come across any published pictures of her to know for sure.

Livie glanced at her stuffed menagerie. “Daddy had them sent for my birthday this year. He couldn’t visit me this time.”

Owie.

Melanie only wished she had a huge bandage that would cover Livie’s heart from the damage done to her. She herself knew what it felt like to have a special time like a birthday fall to the wayside. It had happened every year with her own mom, until Leigh would suddenly remember after the fact and try to make it up to Melanie with day-old cake on sale at the bakery.

“So what are the animals doing right now?” she gently asked Livie, even though she knew they’d been set there to bar Melanie from intruding.

The girl stood up from her chair, and the rocker stirred, creaking, adding an odd level of discomfort. She went to a toy shelf, her back to Melanie. “It’s their room, and they want you to know that.”

And the gauntlet hits the floor, Melanie thought.

“Excellent,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll agree that there are other ground rules we’ll need to establish besides that, Livie. Why don’t we sit down to talk about them? I didn’t get much of a chance to do that the other day with you, and I’d really like to.”

Even with her back to Melanie, it was obvious that the child was crossing her arms. “My name is Olivia.”

“All right.” Melanie wasn’t going to lose even an iota of patience—not with what this child had gone through with her mother. “Olivia, maybe you’d enjoy lemonade on the back porch with me. How about it?”

“Lemonade has sugar. Sugar makes me hyper. Daddy says so.”

Melanie came this close to rolling her eyes, but she refrained. Zane Foley wasn’t even here, and he was still being a pain.

“Then if you can’t have sugar,” Melanie said, “perhaps I can wrangle up some ice tea without sweetener.”

Livie sighed, as if exasperated, and went about picking through her toys and ignoring Melanie altogether.

But the new nanny didn’t go anywhere. Nope. She just stood there and memorized the details of the room, the display of toys that would tell her something about Livie, whether or not the child wanted her to know.

Stuffed animals—dogs, sheep, dolphins. All gentle creatures.

Puzzle boxes nearer to the doorway that looked to have never even been opened.

Dolls—especially Barbies.

Melanie grinned to herself, then retreated down the stairs, but only because she had a secret weapon that had also served to disarm her first charge in those initial days with her.

She went to her room, to one of the suitcases, and pulled out a smaller bag that was filled with sewing materials and doll dresses. She’d taken up this hobby early, back in her babysitting days, because she’d found that Barbie clothes were catnip for ninety-nine percent of all little girls.

Then she went back to Livie’s domain.

There, she sat within the semicircle of sentinel animals and took out the most exquisite wee bridal dress. She began to fluff the airy sleeves and spread the sheer, belled skirt.

She didn’t call attention to herself, but then again, she didn’t have to.

Over the course of the next few minutes, Livie gravitated from one shelf to the other, closer to Melanie, although she wasn’t obvious about it.

Melanie lay the bride’s frock on her knee, smoothed it out, then reached into her bag for a long, splashy pink satin party dress that always made Barbie look like even more of a knock-out.

As she traced a finger over its sleekness, the glitz took her back to neon and jangling slot machines, and she shoved the memory of her old casino life away, just as if it were baggage she would keep in her own attic.

Soon, Livie was near Melanie, although still on the other side of the animals. Melanie glanced up, as if surprised to see her.

She casually offered the wedding dress, and Livie touched it with her fingers, then drew them away.

“It’s okay,” Melanie said. “Why don’t you get one of your dolls and see how she looks in it?”