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NANNY
FOR THE
RANCHER
Billionaire Rancher
Romance
By: Kristina King
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
MARRYING THE RANCHER (INTRO)
BONUS BOOK THE RANCHER
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
NEWSLETTER SIGNUP
Chapter 1
Eddison McCormick stood staring at his sister’s gravesite. The funeral had been yesterday, and he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea he’d never speak to her again. That she was gone forever. Her three children were back at his ranch with his foreman, and he was standing here, wishing he could talk to his older sister one last time and get advice on how to help her children. She’d been in hospice care the last month or so of her life, and her children had been living with him. They knew her death was inevitable, but the trauma of losing both parents had left a mark on all of them, especially her oldest son. He was angry and hostile and Eddie didn’t know how to get through to him.
So, here he stood, wishing his sister had left him some advice on how to talk to her oldest son. Losing her to breast cancer made him angry. She’d been in her late thirties, far too young to die. Eddie had just turned thirty, and hadn’t expected to inherit a ‘readymade’ family. He was still single and knew nothing about children. Give him a horse, or a cow, any day of the week and he knew what to do with them, but children frightened him. Justin was the oldest, at fourteen; Elli was ten; and the youngest, Aiden was six. Their father had been active military and killed overseas when his sister had been pregnant with Aiden. She’d been so busy helping Eddie with the oil contracts that had made their family rich, she’d missed all of the warning signs. By the time she’d slowed down enough to go to the doctor and found out that she had cancer, it had been too far gone and had spread through the rest of her body like wildfire. She’d died less than six months after her diagnosis.
A phone call interrupted his silence, and he pulled his cell out of his pocket and answered it.
“Yes?” Eddie asked, his foreman’s number coming up on the screen. “What’s wrong John?”
“Your youngest let out the cows from the feeding pen again. We need your help to get them rounded up. I can’t do this Eddie, I can’t be a baby sitter to your family. You need to hire a nanny, or someone to help. Michelle refuses to help with them, and is threatening to quit. Apparently, Ellie attempted to help her cook lunch and nearly burned the kitchen down.” John told him bluntly. “Justin is nowhere to be found, and I suggest you get a leash on him before he gets involved with the wrong crowd. He borrowed one of the ATV’s and got it stuck in the mud going to visit the neighbor boys. Those kids from the ranch over are known potheads and who knows what else they’re involved in.”
Eddie sighed into the phone. Michelle was the cook and house keeper he used to clean his ranch house and make large meals for the ranch hands during branding season. They’d just finished getting the cattle moved from the fields to the feed lot, and were getting ready to take them to market.
“I’ll be home soon, just try to keep everyone contained until I get there,” Eddie told him, and then slid the phone into his pocket. “Gianna, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you to help me. You left me in this mess, and I have no idea how to handle your kids.” He whispered as he placed his hand on her headstone.
Jumping back into his pickup, he headed out towards home, all the while wishing he had some answers, knowing that the kids needed time to adjust, and so did he. He knew that it couldn’t keep going on like this, and John was right. He needed to hire a nanny. Now that school was out for the summer, he’d be stuck with the rugrats for the next three months. There was a lot of trouble three kids could get themselves into on a ranch without supervision.
Eddie wanted to be there for them emotionally, he just didn’t know how to connect with them as a father figure. He’d always been the cool uncle who’d spoiled them. Now that he had to be ‘dad’ he didn’t know how to do it without just buying cool stuff for them. He knew that wasn’t good for them, but it was going to be a long period of trial and error.
He pulled into the long driveway and slammed on his brakes, the seatbelt cutting into his chest. He stopped in a dusty skid an inch from one of his cows.
“What the……” he looked around and noticed that his ranch hands were trying to get the cows back into the feeding pens and that they were still rounding them up. Putting the truck into park, he got out of the truck and stared down the thousand-pound cow who stared back at him with her big eyes, unconcerned with him being an arm’s length away.
“Seriously?” Eddie said, sighing. Spotting John, who was dragging Aiden by the arm towards the house, he went to stop him. The boy was struggling and looked upset, but not harmed.
“Don’t say a word, Eddie, we got them all rounded up and he decided to let them out again. I can’t do this. If you can’t get these kids under control, I quit. You don’t pay me enough to deal with all this extra drama.” John warned him and let go of Aiden, who ran and hid behind Eddie’s leg. Looking up at Eddie, he gave him big puppy dog eyes and tried to look apologetic.
“Aiden, I’ve told you a hundred times to stay away from the cows. If you want riding lessons, or to learn how to work with the dogs, or to rope cattle, we can teach you, but you need to ask for help,” Eddie tried to tell his nephew.
“I know, but the cows looked so sad since you took them out of the field, I just wanted to go in there and give them a treat,” Aiden said and held up his treats. It consisted of a large bag of carrots, and half a bag of wheat bread.
“Okay, I understand what you were trying to do, but you can’t go through the gates without help. You can’t leave gates open, and you definitely need to stay out of the cow and bullpens. It’s dangerous, you’re going to get hurt.” Eddie told him, shaking his head. “Go inside and get cleaned up for dinner. Tell Ellie I need to speak with her if you see her.”
Aiden nodded, and scampered off, leaving John standing there watching him run to the main house. A muscle in John’s jaw twitched and Eddie realized that John had been holding back his anger at the boy.
“John…” Eddie started to say but John interrupted him.
“Hire a nanny. You have a week to find someone before you
have people quitting on you left and right. These kids are wreaking havoc here and we don’t have time to babysit them for you, Eddie. I know you lost your sister, and I know this is hard on your family, but it’s not safe, this is a ranch. You need to get it under control.” John waved him off, and whistled for one of the dogs.
Eddie rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He didn’t even know where to start to find a nanny.
Chapter 2
A week later
“Please, I just want to do my job,” Keira Hanks told her boss, who’d backed her into a corner and was failing in his nonchalant attempt to brush the back of his hand across her breasts. This was the worst the touching had gotten so far. She was trapped, literally and figuratively by this man. She needed the money to pay her ailing mother’s medical bills, she couldn’t afford to quit. He disgusted her, he was married, and she felt zero attraction to him.
“You’re so beautiful, Keira, don’t pretend like you don’t want this. These are perfection”. He said, grabbing a large handful of her DD’s with his sweaty meaty hand. “You wouldn’t dress like this around me if you didn’t want me to notice. Admit you want it.” Mr. Petters whispered in her ear.
Fiona remained silent, trying to figure out how to tactfully get out of her predicament with her job intact. He continued to squeeze and knead her breast like dough, making her cringe.
The man had always been a bit of a dog, and she’d been careful to avoid being alone with him. He and his wife ran the real estate brokerage and she was the secretary for their office. She handled all the deal paperwork, filing, the phones, and everything else in between. She didn’t love the work, but she was thankful for the job. Justice Valley was a small, tiny, ranching community so there were not a lot of job options for women like her.
“Please, Mr. Petters, I’m not interested, I just need to do my job. Please let me go,” Keira told him gently, trying to reason with him and duck under his arm. But he stopped her.
Pressing her against the wall, he grabbed her breasts with both hands and went to kiss her.
She turned her head, and his lips pressed against her hair. For once in her life, she wished she hadn’t skipped the PE classes in high school when they were taught self-defense. She hadn’t gone to gym very often due to her growing breasts, it had hurt too much to jump and be active as a teen. She’d finally stopped growing around a DD cup, and her breasts always entered the room before she did. No matter how she dressed, she got stares and comments. She could wear a burlap sack and people would still notice her breasts. She wasn’t stick thin, but she was curvy and in good shape from walking her dog around the lake twice a day. Running was out of the question with her large breasts, so she walked daily and went swimming three times a week. She knew she was attractive, and she inspired men to hit on her any chance they could. She didn’t do anything to warrant the attention, but nature had put her in the limelight. She couldn’t help how she was shaped, or the attention such large breasts drew. Everyone stared at them, even women. It was one of the things she was self-conscious about.
“What is going on?” A voice behind them startled Mr. Petters, and he jumped away sheepishly. Mrs. Petters stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her face turning a mottled purple color as she took in the scene in front of her. Her nostrils flared as she stared the two of them down.
“It’s not what you think,” Keira started to say, defensively, knowing that the man’s wife would blame her. Women always blamed her. Even if she didn’t do anything to draw the unwanted attention to herself. She could tell by the angry look on the woman’s face, that her job was lost and her future was going to be rocky. In that moment, she hated herself, her body, and Mr. Petters more than she could express into words.
“You’re fired slut. Get your shit and get out,” Mrs. Petters told her. She looked at her husband and squinted her eyes. “And you, get in your office, I’m going to deal with you in a minute. Now.”
Mr. Petters gulped and scurried off like a scared little mouse. Keira didn’t feel even remotely sorry for him, he was an ass, and his wife deserved a better husband. She just wished the woman wouldn’t fire her for the man’s transgressions.
“Mrs. Petters, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…” Keira tried to tell her, but the woman put up her hand.
“I don’t really care, he hired you because of your breasts and you’re being fired because of your breasts. It doesn’t really matter if you didn’t do anything. You are a liability. If you leave right now, quietly, I will write you a good letter of recommendation.” Mrs. Petters offered her, “If you don’t. I will make sure you’ll never get another job in this town, again. You know I’m capable of it too. All it takes is one gossip session at church and you’ll never be looked at the same again.”
Keira nodded, feeling her eyes well up with tears. This wasn’t fair and for the first time in her life she absolutely hated her body.
She gathered up her supplies and pictures off her desk, and put them in a box and went to leave.
“Wait,” Mrs. Petters told her, stopping her before she could walk out.
Keira turned, and looked at her, curious. Mrs. Petters had a determined look on her face.
“My vase. The pink one.” Mrs. Petters arched a brow and put her hand out, wanting the vase she’d given Keira for her birthday back. Keira was shocked. She sighed and pulled it out of the box, not wanting any more drama.
“I…. okay, whatever,” Keira said sighing, handing the cheap vase over to the angry woman. She went out to her small little red car, and put the box in the passenger seat. Sliding in behind the wheel, she let herself cry. She didn’t know what she was going to do now.
The brokerage had paid better than most other local jobs, and it had come with benefits and insurance, which had allowed her to give her mom decent medical care. Her mom had gotten into a car accident that had paralyzed her from the waist down. She needed help with basic self-care, as her upper arms were still weak from the accident and she had brain damage. She couldn’t always remember who she was, or where she was, and needed to be watched, constantly. Keira had been an only child, and didn’t have any family to help. She had to pay a live-in facility for her mother, and it was rough on her. Her mother didn’t even remember her half the time.
She stepped inside her tiny apartment and called her dog, Dimitri and gave him a huge hug. He was a monstrous Doberman Pinscher. He tilted his head and stood still for the hug, leaning heavily against her. He might be just a dog, but he could always tell when Keira needed him to make her feel better. Most of the time he was above being snuggled, except when Keira was really upset, then he would allow her to cuddle him until she felt better.
“Dimitri, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I have enough savings for a few weeks, but it won’t last long. Not with how much money I have to pay for mom’s expenses. I guess I need to stop the pity party and start updating my resume. What am I going to do if I have to move? The closest big city is two hours from here, I’ll never get to go see mom if I go that far away. I just don’t know what I’m going to do,” she sniffled, got up off the tile floor, and poured herself a glass of wine. She figured she’d earned it after being groped and fired in the same day.
She turned on her laptop, and started browsing the local job classifieds; there was nothing that she was qualified for, or she was over qualified. Working at the local flower shop was a no go. The woman who owned it was jealous and possessive of her husband, and if he so much as looked at another woman, she’d been known to rage and break anything in sight. Her husband wasn’t a womanizer that she knew of, but he did like to look, and Keira knew it just never would work.
She typically wouldn’t have looked in the childcare section, but desperate times called for desperate measures. One ad popped out to her, and she paused to read the description. It sounded too good to be true. The starting pay was more than she’d made at her last job. How could that be? She googled the family, surprised when the biggest Ranch in the state poppe
d up. She’d heard of Justice Valley Ranch, but had never seen the family. She heard that they didn’t come into town much, that they usually had staff go to the big city for all their supplies, and they didn’t attend the local church. They mostly stayed to themselves, and hired ranch hands who weren’t local. Their foreman was the only local employee. People in town knew him well, due to the fact that he was dating the local Sunday school teacher.
Sighing, she figured it was worth a call to see if the job was still available and if she could interview for it. She pawed through her box of possessions and finally found her cell phone. ‘Here goes’, she thought, dialing the number.
A woman’s voice answered, and Keira introduced herself.
“Hi, I saw the ad in the online paper for a housekeeper or nanny. I’d like to interview for the position if it’s still open.”
“How soon can you come out? Tomorrow?” The woman asked, sounding frantic. “We can interview you and start you right away if you’re a good fit for the job. We need someone yesterday. Forward your resume to this address, including all relevant information for a background check.”
She rattled off an email address, and Keira scrambled to find a pen to write it down.
“Yes, I can come out tomorrow, can I get the address?” She asked, after writing down the information.
The lady gave her the info, “please make sure you send that resume and information in the email before you come out, we’ll have the background check done by morning. As long as it comes back clear, and you want the job, you can probably have it.”
Keira was shocked at the desperation in the woman’s voice. She wondered what the situation was, as everything had been so vague. But, how bad could a couple of kids be?
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