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up to.”
“Well…”
“And let’s not forget your live-in.”
“The nanny,” Sean corrected.
“Whatever you kids call it these days,” she said with a secret smile in her voice.
Nikki looked at Sean speculatively.
Sean shook his head. “Listen, Mrs. Trykowski, I’m really busy here, and—”
“They’re having a ball, you know. Laughing, giggling, playing… So, when are you going to marry her?”
“Marry—” He nearly choked. “Now just back the truck up.”
Nikki, familiar with Sean’s past and his lack of inclination to go for another relationship, grinned widely.
“She’s really just the nanny,” Sean said weakly.
“Uh-huh,” Mrs. Trykowski said kindly. “And I just had mind-blowing, head-banging, screaming sex last night.”
“Mrs. Trykowski!”
“Well, honestly, Sean O’Mara. That woman you have in your house, she’s the one to make it shine for you, she could fill it with love and laughter—”
And fire, Sean thought darkly. Let’s not forget the fire.
“That woman could really turn your place into a home. She’s no simple nanny,and you know it. Now what I want to know is, what are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I—”
“Oh for heaven’s sake.” A disgusted sigh came over the line. “Don’t tell me you’re going to be a male about this. Figures.” Another loud huff of breath. “Then don’t ask me to tell you what they’re up to again, you big, silly fool.” And she hung up on him.
“I didn’t ask you in the first place,” he muttered.
“Interesting.” Nikki was looking at him in a new light. “You and the nanny, huh?”
“Stop it.” But he had to admit, Mrs. T had spiked his curiosity. What were they doing? “Look, I’m going,” he said, picking up his keys.
Nikki’s mouth fell open. “As in…going to your house?”
“Where else?”
“But it’s the middle of the day.”
“Yep.” He grabbed his briefcase, then stopped, looking at it. “No work tonight,” he decided, tossing it onto his desk.
“You’ve never left in the middle of the day before.” She watched him walk to the door. “Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
W HEN HE ARRIVED , the house was silent. His heart started a funny, heavy pounding as he moved through the living room toward the definitely empty kitchen.
Where were they?
Granted, he hadn’t been around much. Okay, not at all, but they had to be here. Panicked, he ran. “Melissa! Carly!”
Then, in the hallway, he suddenly heard it. Laughter. They were outside, in the back yard, sitting under the shade of a large elm tree, both looking happy and content.
The sun hit Carly’s dark hair and her thick glasses, which nearly blinded him with the glare. Her heavy makeup was firmly in place. And those clothes…she wore a ton of them. A long, shapeless, flowery sundress, a sweater, her usual boots. No skin showed beneath her chin.
It didn’t matter.
The feel of her warm, lush curves, the taste of her sweet, sexy mouth were permanently imprinted on his brain.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He didn’t understand that. She wasn’t beautiful, not by a long shot. But when she smiled at Melissa, her entire face lit up.
And Sean’s heart took a tumble.
Melissa had something smeared acrossher face, and even as he watched, she shoved what looked like a cookie in her mouth, leaving even more of a mess on her face. “Yum,” she said around a mouthful.
“Well, you can thank yourself,” Carly told her with a smile. “You did all the mixing.”
“No fire,” Melissa said with obvious glee.
“No fire,” Carly agreed dryly. “I’ve stayed clear of the toaster, thank you very much.”
“Uncle Sean!” Melissa cried, catching sight of him.
The little pixie rose to her feet, shoved the last of her cookie in her mouth and sprinted for him.
By now, Sean knew what was coming. He spared a thought for the shirt he wore. His favorite. He thought of the chocolate that was going to hit
“Well…”
“And let’s not forget your live-in.”
“The nanny,” Sean corrected.
“Whatever you kids call it these days,” she said with a secret smile in her voice.
Nikki looked at Sean speculatively.
Sean shook his head. “Listen, Mrs. Trykowski, I’m really busy here, and—”
“They’re having a ball, you know. Laughing, giggling, playing… So, when are you going to marry her?”
“Marry—” He nearly choked. “Now just back the truck up.”
Nikki, familiar with Sean’s past and his lack of inclination to go for another relationship, grinned widely.
“She’s really just the nanny,” Sean said weakly.
“Uh-huh,” Mrs. Trykowski said kindly. “And I just had mind-blowing, head-banging, screaming sex last night.”
“Mrs. Trykowski!”
“Well, honestly, Sean O’Mara. That woman you have in your house, she’s the one to make it shine for you, she could fill it with love and laughter—”
And fire, Sean thought darkly. Let’s not forget the fire.
“That woman could really turn your place into a home. She’s no simple nanny,and you know it. Now what I want to know is, what are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I—”
“Oh for heaven’s sake.” A disgusted sigh came over the line. “Don’t tell me you’re going to be a male about this. Figures.” Another loud huff of breath. “Then don’t ask me to tell you what they’re up to again, you big, silly fool.” And she hung up on him.
“I didn’t ask you in the first place,” he muttered.
“Interesting.” Nikki was looking at him in a new light. “You and the nanny, huh?”
“Stop it.” But he had to admit, Mrs. T had spiked his curiosity. What were they doing? “Look, I’m going,” he said, picking up his keys.
Nikki’s mouth fell open. “As in…going to your house?”
“Where else?”
“But it’s the middle of the day.”
“Yep.” He grabbed his briefcase, then stopped, looking at it. “No work tonight,” he decided, tossing it onto his desk.
“You’ve never left in the middle of the day before.” She watched him walk to the door. “Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
W HEN HE ARRIVED , the house was silent. His heart started a funny, heavy pounding as he moved through the living room toward the definitely empty kitchen.
Where were they?
Granted, he hadn’t been around much. Okay, not at all, but they had to be here. Panicked, he ran. “Melissa! Carly!”
Then, in the hallway, he suddenly heard it. Laughter. They were outside, in the back yard, sitting under the shade of a large elm tree, both looking happy and content.
The sun hit Carly’s dark hair and her thick glasses, which nearly blinded him with the glare. Her heavy makeup was firmly in place. And those clothes…she wore a ton of them. A long, shapeless, flowery sundress, a sweater, her usual boots. No skin showed beneath her chin.
It didn’t matter.
The feel of her warm, lush curves, the taste of her sweet, sexy mouth were permanently imprinted on his brain.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He didn’t understand that. She wasn’t beautiful, not by a long shot. But when she smiled at Melissa, her entire face lit up.
And Sean’s heart took a tumble.
Melissa had something smeared acrossher face, and even as he watched, she shoved what looked like a cookie in her mouth, leaving even more of a mess on her face. “Yum,” she said around a mouthful.
“Well, you can thank yourself,” Carly told her with a smile. “You did all the mixing.”
“No fire,” Melissa said with obvious glee.
“No fire,” Carly agreed dryly. “I’ve stayed clear of the toaster, thank you very much.”
“Uncle Sean!” Melissa cried, catching sight of him.
The little pixie rose to her feet, shoved the last of her cookie in her mouth and sprinted for him.
By now, Sean knew what was coming. He spared a thought for the shirt he wore. His favorite. He thought of the chocolate that was going to hit
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