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unleashed a primitive anger within Jason. "Sara, you are not my personal slave. All this...cooking, washing up, caring for Kelsey isn't your job. You were hired to be my fiancé, nothing else."
Sara kept quiet. There was no sense arguing with the man now. When he'd eaten, he'd be in a better mood, and she'd talk to him again then.
Apparently Jason wasn't on the same wave length as she was, because he said, "The agency's sending five women over tomorrow, starting at two. They all come highly recommended and have experience caring for children. I told the agency we want to hire a maid and a housekeeper-nanny type."
"Are you going to be here to interview them?"
Jason looked surprised. "No. I thought you'd take care of that for me."
"Me?" Sara blurted, petrified by the idea. She'd never even interviewed a garden bug in her life. "I wouldn't know what to say to those women."
"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"
Sara stared at him. Jason seemed to take it for granted she'd do it. That she could do it.
Miserable, she watched as he reached under the bar counter and took out a bag of potato chips. Opening the packet he filled two glass dishes with the chips and handed her one.
"It isn't so very complex. You make a list of things you think are most important, and ask the women questions about their experience."
Sara stared at the bowl. How could he trust her with something so important as choosing the right person to take care of Kelsey? Uncle Samuel had always said the only thing she could be trusted for was to make a complete mess of everything.
Jason seemed to guess her uneasiness, because he said, "What kind of person do you think Kelsey needs, Sara?"
"Someone who will travel with you between the States and England. Someone who is willing to stay with you for the next five to ten years."
"See?" he said encouragingly. "You're already on the right track. There's nothing to it."
Cold chilled her from the inside out. What if she chose the wrong person for Kelsey?
Jason got to his feet, bowl of chips in hand. "I'm going to get Kelsey up and then if you'll keep an eye on her, I'll cook dinner. Wait till you try my Chinese fried rice."
"Cooking's my job," Sara protested, getting off the couch.
The hand he placed on her shoulder had her sinking back into the couch. Her gaze rested on his hand and then traced a path up his arm to his face. The dark blue shirt he'd worn with his grey suit made his eyes look more hypnotic than ever.
"Why?" His tone and analytical look confused her as did his closeness.
"What do you mean, why? I haven't done a thing all day."
"Why is cooking and doing the laundry your job? Did Moses include it as part of the contract we signed?"
"Of course not. It's just that I haven't done a thing all day and you've been working so hard...." And Uncle Samuel had always made it very clear that household chores were a woman's job.
"I want you to sit here and plan out your new routine."
"R...routine?" His hand on her shoulder pumped heat and chaos directly to her brain.
"Once we get the staff, you'll be able to call your time your own. There's a health club and a beauty parlor in this building, and the bus stop and taxi stands are a block away. The tube station's close by too. I have a couple of guide books I'll dig out for you. You can go shopping, tour London, do anything you feel like."
Sara stared at him as if she didn't have the power to look away. True she'd wanted some freedom; she just hadn't expected to have it handed to her in one big package, marked `NOW'.
"Did Rowena Harris give you a couple of charge cards?"
"Yes." They were tucked safely away in the back flap of her suitcase. Sara couldn't imagine using someone else's line of credit.
"Would you like that?"
"Like what?" she asked blankly.
"Shopping, sight-seeing, spending time at the health club?"
"I don't know," she said. It was hard to
Sara kept quiet. There was no sense arguing with the man now. When he'd eaten, he'd be in a better mood, and she'd talk to him again then.
Apparently Jason wasn't on the same wave length as she was, because he said, "The agency's sending five women over tomorrow, starting at two. They all come highly recommended and have experience caring for children. I told the agency we want to hire a maid and a housekeeper-nanny type."
"Are you going to be here to interview them?"
Jason looked surprised. "No. I thought you'd take care of that for me."
"Me?" Sara blurted, petrified by the idea. She'd never even interviewed a garden bug in her life. "I wouldn't know what to say to those women."
"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"
Sara stared at him. Jason seemed to take it for granted she'd do it. That she could do it.
Miserable, she watched as he reached under the bar counter and took out a bag of potato chips. Opening the packet he filled two glass dishes with the chips and handed her one.
"It isn't so very complex. You make a list of things you think are most important, and ask the women questions about their experience."
Sara stared at the bowl. How could he trust her with something so important as choosing the right person to take care of Kelsey? Uncle Samuel had always said the only thing she could be trusted for was to make a complete mess of everything.
Jason seemed to guess her uneasiness, because he said, "What kind of person do you think Kelsey needs, Sara?"
"Someone who will travel with you between the States and England. Someone who is willing to stay with you for the next five to ten years."
"See?" he said encouragingly. "You're already on the right track. There's nothing to it."
Cold chilled her from the inside out. What if she chose the wrong person for Kelsey?
Jason got to his feet, bowl of chips in hand. "I'm going to get Kelsey up and then if you'll keep an eye on her, I'll cook dinner. Wait till you try my Chinese fried rice."
"Cooking's my job," Sara protested, getting off the couch.
The hand he placed on her shoulder had her sinking back into the couch. Her gaze rested on his hand and then traced a path up his arm to his face. The dark blue shirt he'd worn with his grey suit made his eyes look more hypnotic than ever.
"Why?" His tone and analytical look confused her as did his closeness.
"What do you mean, why? I haven't done a thing all day."
"Why is cooking and doing the laundry your job? Did Moses include it as part of the contract we signed?"
"Of course not. It's just that I haven't done a thing all day and you've been working so hard...." And Uncle Samuel had always made it very clear that household chores were a woman's job.
"I want you to sit here and plan out your new routine."
"R...routine?" His hand on her shoulder pumped heat and chaos directly to her brain.
"Once we get the staff, you'll be able to call your time your own. There's a health club and a beauty parlor in this building, and the bus stop and taxi stands are a block away. The tube station's close by too. I have a couple of guide books I'll dig out for you. You can go shopping, tour London, do anything you feel like."
Sara stared at him as if she didn't have the power to look away. True she'd wanted some freedom; she just hadn't expected to have it handed to her in one big package, marked `NOW'.
"Did Rowena Harris give you a couple of charge cards?"
"Yes." They were tucked safely away in the back flap of her suitcase. Sara couldn't imagine using someone else's line of credit.
"Would you like that?"
"Like what?" she asked blankly.
"Shopping, sight-seeing, spending time at the health club?"
"I don't know," she said. It was hard to
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