A soft rap on the door was followed by Lily’s voice. “The doctor is here and he promised he won’t give you a shot, so you can come out, but hold your breath. Daddy said next time I cussed I couldn’t swim for a week, but you can guess what he smells like.”
Annie Rose answered, “Give me five minutes to get dressed and I’ll be out, Lily.”
“How’d you know it was me and not Gabby?”
“I just know,” Annie Rose said.
She’d learned, like most people who lived in an abusive situation, to pay attention to detail. The slightest nuance could make the difference between a pleasant evening or a beating.
Lily’s voice was softer. Gabby’s eyes were a little bit rounder and bigger. Lily’s hair was finer and Gabby’s was a little bit longer. Gabby was an inch taller and five pounds heavier. Lily’s hands were smaller and she had fewer freckles across her nose. And apparently, Lily had a potty mouth. Did Gabby have one too?
She dressed in a hurry, towel-dried her hair, and ran a quick brush through it. She hung the wedding dress on the hook on the back of the door and left her suitcase shut and locked, ready to pick up and take with her as soon as the doctor cleared her for travel.
“Did the shower make you remember the wedding? I’m so mad at Daddy for not taking us to the wedding. We would have been good,” Gabby pouted and grabbed her hand. “You are pretty even without the dress. I like you even better in jeans and a shirt. I bet Daddy does too, but he should have brought you to meet us before he married you. Folks say that we aren’t good girls, but we can be if we want to be. We don’t like nannies, so Daddy has to keep hiring them. We told him if he’d get us a mama we’d be good, but boys don’t listen too good, do they?”
“Sometimes boys don’t pay attention if they don’t like what you are saying,” Annie Rose whispered. “Can you girls show me where to go now?”
Their hands felt very small, very soft, and very trusting in hers, and a pang of guilt shot through her like a bolt of lightning. They wanted a mama, but she wasn’t mama material.
Mason met them at the door into what had to be his study. A massive desk sat at an angle to a wall of windows facing a play area with swings and a jungle gym and a lovely swimming pool shimmering in the early morning sun rays. A six-foot wooden privacy fence circled the whole area.
Mason made introductions. “Doc Emerson, this is Annie Rose Boudreau, and, Annie Rose, this is our family doctor.”
The doctor moved closer and ran his hand over the small knot on her forehead.
Lily was right.
The doctor did smell like shit. Evidently, he didn’t take that warning about tobacco seriously, because he smelled like a mixture of cigar smoke and Old Spice aftershave. He had a mop of unruly white hair and deep-set brown eyes that looked kind, and his smile put her at ease.
He pulled out a penlight and checked her eyes. “Don’t care much for cigars, do you?”
She shook her head. “How did you know?”
“You were holding your breath,” he said. “Feelin’ a little dizzy?”
“Yes, sir, but I’m really hungry. I haven’t eaten in a long time, and it doesn’t have anything to do with your cigar smoke.”
“Brides usually get the jitters, and if you had a party the night before, it could be the alcohol wearing off,” the doctor said.
“I don’t like liquor,” she said.
“Little bit of memory there?”
“Yes, sir. I don’t like liquor or cigarette smoke, and I’m a nurse, or at least I was at some time in the past. I checked for injuries, and other than dizziness and hunger, I think the concussion is all I have,” she said.
Doc nodded in agreement. “It’s short-term, Mason. She’ll be fine in a day or two. We could take her up to the hospital in Sherman and get an MRI done, but I’ve seen a good bit of this, especially in rodeo cowboys. I’m pretty sure she hit her head in that car wreck, probably on the dash before the air bags opened or else she was driving an older model car that didn’t have air bags,” Doc said. “Other than that and a few bruises where the seat belt held her too tight, I can’t find a thing wrong with Miz Annie Rose. Bruises kind of goes along with having a wreck and then walking from there to here. Could have been anywhere up the road or down the road, since she don’t know which way she was going, but it’ll all come back to her.”
He put the small penlight into his kit. “This will all be cleared up by dinnertime. Her groom will come along and lay claim to her or her family will put out a missing persons report and we’ll know who she is. Or better yet, when she gets something to eat, her memory will return.”
Lily popped her hands on her hips and glared at the doctor. “She’s ours and we’re goin’ to keep her.”
Doc Emerson nodded seriously. “Okay, girls, she’s all yours unless an owner comes along. She might have little girls of her own, and you wouldn’t want to keep her from them if she has some, would you?”
***
Reasoning did not work with the twins. It hadn’t worked with their mother, and even though they didn’t look like her, they’d damn sure inherited her temper and determination.
Gabby took up the fight. “If she already had little girls she wouldn’t be marryin’ our Daddy, so she is ours and we aren’t givin’ her back.”
Doc winked at Mason. “If you want to fight with your girls, I can take her down to the sheriff’s station and one of the deputies can give her a ride up to the bus station in Sherman.”
Tears flowed down their cheeks and their chins quivered. Mason hated it when they argued with him, but when they cried, he melted. “Girls, she can stay the rest of today. She can even go to your party if she feels like it after we get her some breakfast.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Lily said.
Gabby wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. “Can we please keep her until Tuesday when the new nanny comes? We promise to be good, and we won’t even try to drown Damian this year.”
“Okay, but only if she’s willing to stay.” Mason gave Annie Rose a long look. His girls were enthralled with the woman, and if he didn’t want a war on his hands, the best thing he could do for all concerned was to buy a little time. As bad as he hated to admit it, she intrigued him too. She seemed lost and brave all rolled into one—he wanted to help her, and he wanted to lean on her both, and if he’d let himself feel it, there was hot chemistry there too. It was downright outrageous for him to feel anything other than doubt, so he damn sure wasn’t going there right now.
He looked back at the doctor. “Is she well enough to watch the girls for two days?”
Annie Rose clasped her hands in her lap and prayed silently, Lord, I promise I’ll be honest with him before the day is out. I only need a little while to get myself together. Two days is plenty for me to get a new plan in action.
The doctor snapped his little black bag shut. “I don’t see why not. She seems physically fine other than the bruises, and they’ll heal up. It’s that concussion that’s got her memories scrambled.”
Gabby sighed and hugged the doctor. “Thank you, Doc.”
“A hug must mean you really want this woman to stay.” He chuckled.
“If we can’t have a mama forever, then at least we can have one for two days,” Lily said. “Now, let’s go make breakfast. Do you like toast? You said you were hungry.”
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” Annie Rose said.
“I’ll see y’all at the party this afternoon. Kenna is spending a couple of weeks with us and she can’t wait to get here.” Doctor Emerson made a hasty retreat toward the door.
Mason took a deep breath and said, “Well, Miz Boudreau, the doc says it’s OK, so we’d be obliged if you would consider staying for a couple of days. Our last nanny left yesterday after I wrote her paycheck. It was too late to call the agency to get one lined up by tomorrow morning, but I can get one he
re by Tuesday morning.” Mason hoped he was telling the truth and that the nanny service had one willing to take a job watching the Harper twins. He looked at a spot right in the middle of Annie Rose’s forehead to keep from sinking into her blue eyes.
He cleared his throat and let his eyes shift to her right ear before he went on, “I’m going to warn you that they are not the best-behaved twins, so you might want me to call the sheriff’s office and get you a ride into town after all. You are in need of a place to stay until your memory comes back. I don’t know you, but I’m a pretty good judge of character and I sincerely hope I’m not making a mistake. If you’d be willing to keep these girls for two days until the service I use in Dallas can get another woman up here, I’d be obliged.”
She looked up at him with eyes the same shade as Gabby’s and Lily’s. “Yes. I’d be glad to work for you today and tomorrow.”
“Yes!” Gabby pumped her fist.
“We got a new mama,” Lily singsonged.
“What you’ve got is a new nanny,” Mason said.
Lily gave him a cold stare. “She’s our mama even if it’s only for two days. If you didn’t marry her, then God put her on our porch because we’ve been praying for a mama for a long time. Every Sunday in church we pray for one and God finally heard us.”
“I did not marry her,” Mason said.
Gabby sighed. “She was wearing a wedding dress. She was on our porch. She’s our new mama. Now let’s go make pancakes for breakfast, Daddy. No church today, right?”
Mason put a hand on each of his daughters’ heads. “No church today, but only because Annie Rose should rest after breakfast and we need to be here with her in case she remembers and then we can take her home.”
“I hope she don’t never remember,” Lily said.
“Coffee?” Mason ignored her comment, turning to Annie Rose and leading the way with his hand on her lower back again. It was to keep her steady, he told himself as they went through the formal dining room and into a cozy kitchen.
A small table for four was situated under a window overlooking a well-kept yard alive with bright red roses surrounded by splashes of purple irises, yellow marigolds, and gorgeous multicolored lilies. A white picket fence separated it from the pasture full of Black Angus cattle.
“I’m still jittery, so I’ll pass on the coffee,” she said.
He liked a woman who had a bit of common sense. His deceased wife, Holly, lacked in that area, but they’d been happy, and she had taken a piece of his heart with her when she passed. A piece, nothing; she’d taken his whole heart, leaving him empty.
He put thoughts of Holly out of his mind and opened the refrigerator.
“Juice?”
“Love some,” she said.
He poured a tall glassful and handed it to her. “Sit down at the table with the girls. I’m not much of a cook, but I do make mean pancakes.”
Mason didn’t think she’d kidnap his girls and haul them off, and she didn’t look like a terrorist or a thief. If she did run away with his girls, in less than a day she’d be willing to pay him to take them back. Nannies had come and gone so fast in the eight years since their mother died that the hinges on the front door were damn near worn out. Few lasted a month. Most were gone by the end of the first week. A couple didn’t make it to the end of the first day.
Lily and Gabby didn’t like any of them, and the summer loomed ahead for three whole months, which could easily wipe out every available nanny in the service he used. Maybe Annie Rose had been dropped on his porch by angels and would stay on for the summer. Miracles did happen every so often, didn’t they?
“I like kids. Just so you know,” Annie Rose said softly. “I don’t have any, but I like them.”
“I’m glad.” Mason smiled.
“I can’t imagine what must be going through your mind. But I promise I’ll be a good nanny,” she said.
“I know it,” Lily declared. “Your eyes are blue like ours, and your hair is the same color as ours. Yes, ma’am, you will make a good mama.”
“Nanny,” Annie Rose said.
Gabby smiled sweetly. “Do you like syrup or strawberries and whipped cream on your pancakes?”
“A thin layer of peanut butter and syrup,” Annie Rose said.
The griddle sizzled when Mason poured hot batter onto it. “You remembered something else. That’s good. Maybe the fog will lift by Tuesday.”
“Let’s hope so,” she said.
Gabby patted Annie Rose’s hand. “It’s all right, Mama-Nanny. It will all come back, and then you’ll tell us how you married Daddy and why your pretty dress got so much dirt on it.”
Chapter 2
The suitcase was heavy but not nearly as much as the guilt trip eating holes in Annie Rose’s soul when she set it down inside a small room on the left side of the landing. She’d lied to Mason and the girls, and they did not deserve that kind of treatment. This was all her trouble, not theirs. They trusted her enough to take her in, feed her, give her a place to rest and even a job for two days, and she’d lied to protect her own skin. It wasn’t right, and she wouldn’t know a minute’s peace until she made it right.
Gabby tugged on her hand. “It was our room when we were babies.”
“Then we grew up and got our own rooms. Don’t be afraid. We’re right across the hall and we’ll hear you if you cry at night,” Lily said seriously.
“Thank you, girls,” she said.
Gabby let go of her hand and said, “Daddy is ordering pizza after awhile because it’s our birthday. We’ll call you when it gets here, but you sleep until then.”
“And we’ll show you the way back to the kitchen, so don’t worry if you can’t remember how to get there. We’ll be right here.”
They left her alone in a small room with posters of Disney princesses on pale pink walls. A futon with a hot-pink covered mattress was shoved against the far wall. A small white nightstand sat under a window that overlooked the pool area. A matching white chest of drawers held half a dozen pictures of the girls when they were babies, no more than a year old. An overstuffed hot-pink rocking chair that had seen lots of wear was positioned so that the morning sun hit it. Two doors were on the opposite side of the bed. She opened one to find a closet with a few empty hangers on the rack and a white toy box overflowing with baby toys shoved into the left corner.
Expecting the other door to be the second twin’s closet, she slung it open and came face-to-face with Mason Harper. Time stood still and her heart thumped in her chest as she waited for his soft green eyes to go rock hard, for him to scream at her to get out of his bathroom, or even for him to raise a hand toward her.
His little crow’s-feet around his eyes didn’t deepen in a frown but in humor, and her heart went out to him again. “I’m so sorry. I was checking to see if this was another closet and I should’ve knocked and…” She stopped when he shook his head slowly.
“It’s okay. From now on knock, and I’ll do the same.” He reached for a towel to dry his hands. “I guess you figured out that the room they wanted you to have is their old nursery?”
“Yes, I did, and again, I’m sorry.” She hurriedly shut the door and slumped down in the rocking chair, pulled back the sheer lacy curtains, and let the sun pour in on her face. Had it really been only twenty-four hours since she peeked out of the curtains at the runway, getting ready to model a wedding dress?
She was lucky to be alive; lucky to have gotten away from Nicky; lucky that it hadn’t been him tailing her when she pulled off Highway 82 and drove south through Savoy. But how long would her luck last?
She finally pulled the suitcase over in front of her with shaking hands. Lord love a duck, as her mother used to say when she was nervous or upset. It had to be the concussion bringing out all the hormones. She’d been so careful to bury any kind of attraction when she ran away and now a tall, sexy co
wboy with green eyes had brought them all to the surface. She blinked several times to erase the picture of him standing there before the mirror, giving her a double shot of tall, dark, and very handsome, and then she unzipped the suitcase, hung the clothing in the closet, and put her lingerie and nightshirt in the top drawer of the chest. Then she carefully removed the false bottom and patted the bills. That was security and it had nothing to do with luck.
She made sure the suitcase was put in order, zipped it up, and slid it into the closet beside the toy box. She stretched out on the futon and pulled the soft throw from the back down over her body, but she was too wound up to sleep. Finally she sat up and moved back to the rocking chair.
The adrenaline would take a while to settle, and until then, there would be no sleep and very little rest. What if Mason had been in the shower, or worse yet, standing there naked when she swung that door open? Would he have been so kind then, or would his true colors have come out? And where was the girls’ mother anyway? Had she disappeared the way Annie Rose had? Could she be jumping from frying pan into fire? One thing for sure, she’d only agreed to two days. After that, this place would only be a memory for cold evenings in Wyoming.
***
Gabby tapped Lily on the head with the comb. “Be still. I can’t get your hair bow in with you wigglin’ around like a worm in hot ashes.”
Lily grabbed the comb and threw it across the room. “Shit! That hurt and I’m not a worm in hot ashes and you got that from the last nanny and I didn’t like her, so don’t talk like her.”
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