The Nanny Who Saved Christmas

Just for a moment, she reminded him of Ella. He rolled his shoulders and eyed her warily. ‘Sure I do.’

She swallowed. Her eyes went back to normal. If amazing could be called normal. ‘All my life,’ she whispered, reaching out to rest a hand against Scarlett’s neck, ‘I’ve wanted to learn to ride.’

Her eyes suddenly shone. Her whole face came alive. She smiled. The same way she smiled at Ella and Holly. A full and open smile. A wholehearted smile. At him.

The impact hit him square in the middle of his chest. The ground beneath his feet tilted. Fire licked along his veins to pool and burn in his groin. Desire stirred inside him for the first time in sixteen months.

He took a step away from her. ‘First lesson at six-fifteen sharp in the morning,’ he rapped out. Then he turned on his heel and fled. He couldn’t even respond to the thank you she called after him.

CHAPTER THREE

CADE had Jack, his head stockman, give Nicola her first riding lesson. He stayed away.

Curiosity, though, defeated him by mid-morning. When he saw Ella and Holly with Nicola on the lawn in the shade of one of the date palms, their tartan blanket a flash of blue and red in the sun, he took a breather from breaking in a promising young colt to make his way over to them.

As he drew nearer he could hear them singing Waltzing Matilda, their heads bent over … something. At least, Nicola and Ella were singing, Holly mostly la-laahed. He glanced around the garden at all the Christmas decorations and wondered why they weren’t singing Christmas carols.

His gaze returned to Nicola and he chewed the inside of his lip. Without warning, Holly crawled into Nicola’s lap. One of Nicola’s arms went about her, cradling her easily. With her other hand she pushed the hair back from the child’s forehead and dropped an easy kiss there before picking up her … crayon again. She and Ella were colouring in a gigantic picture of a billabong—complete with kangaroos, koalas, wombats, a spindly emu and … a bunyip that Ella was colouring purple and orange.

He surveyed the tableau and something warm and sweet pooled low in his belly. He’d have loved it if they sang Jingle Bells and coloured in a festive Santa-themed picture, but it was obvious Nicola had developed an easy relationship with his children in a very short space of time, and for that he was grateful.

‘Ella,’ Nicola said, halting mid-verse.

It was only when she stopped that he realised what a lovely singing voice she had.

‘I have eyes in the back of my head and I do believe your daddy is standing right behind us.’

Ella spun around and with a squeal launched herself at him. He swung her up into his arms. ‘Nic’s magic,’ she told him.

‘She must be,’ he agreed, wondering what had given him away.

Nicola turned then too and smiled. ‘I’m a primary school teacher. Eyes in the back of one’s head is a necessary prerequisite.’

Her smile didn’t knock his world off its axis, didn’t create a fireball of desire. He let out a long, slow breath. Last night’s reaction had been nothing more than an overload of hormones—a temporary aberration. Understandable given he’d been celibate for the last eighteen months.

He did notice that her hair looked shiny in the dappled light, though, and that her skin had a healthy glow. ‘How did the riding lesson go this morning?’

Her face lit up. ‘Oh! It was the best fun!’

Something inside him thumped in response. He planted his legs and tried to quash it. ‘I hope you didn’t mind that Jack gave the lesson?’

‘Not at all. He’s a great teacher.’

Something in her voice, if not her face, told him she was glad he’d sent Jack in his stead. It made him want to thrust his jaw out and—

He shook himself.

‘He says I’m a natural.’

It was what he’d told Cade too. When Cade had finally shown his face. It was obvious the older man liked her.

‘Sore?’ It was a malicious question and he didn’t know where it came from.

‘Not yet.’

He was going to tell her she would be in the morning, but Ella chose that moment to wriggle out of his grasp. ‘Come and see our picture, Daddy. Nic brought a whole book of pictures and said we could colour in one a day if we want.’

‘Any Christmas pictures?’ he couldn’t help asking.

The colour heightened in her cheeks, but she merely tossed her head. ‘They’re all native Australian bush scenes.’

‘They’re beautiful,’ Ella announced.

He stared at Nicola and pursed his lips. ‘How about a Christmas carol before I get back to work?’

‘Yay!’ Ella clapped her hands.

He could’ve sworn Nicola rolled her eyes.

Ella launched into “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”. To her credit, Nicola started on the song only a beat later. The sweetness of her voice held him spellbound.

She tossed him a crayon and broke off singing to say, ‘Join in or get back to work, those are your options.’

He grinned at the school teacher bossiness of it. He started singing too and coloured a koala blue.

When they finished Ella squirmed in excitement. ‘It’s only twenty more sleeps till Christmas!’

Nicola didn’t say anything.

Cade ruffled Ella’s hair. ‘That’s right, pumpkin.’

‘I want lots and lots of presents,’ the child announced. ‘I want the Rapunzel movie and a Barbie camper.’

Cade stifled a grin. He’d ordered the DVD and a whole load of Barbie accessories over six weeks ago. He hadn’t wanted to risk the stores running out. They were stowed in the top of his wardrobe at this very moment.

‘Nic!’ Ella bounced some more. ‘What do you want Santa to bring you?’

‘I don’t expect Santa to bring me anything because I’m a grown-up.’

Cade cleared his throat. ‘At Waminda Downs, Santa brings everyone a present.’

Comprehension dawned in those amazing eyes.

‘Every year,’ Ella confided, ‘he brings Harry the biggest box of chocolates and … and … something in a bottle.’

Nicola shot him a quick glance. ‘Perfume?’

‘Baileys Irish Cream.’