by Helen Lacey
She knew two things about her boss:
He didn’t love change. And he didn’t love her.
For four years, Annie Jamison had dreamed of capturing the heart of David Culhane McCall. But she knows the workaholic widower sees her only as a caregiver to his children. Until her resignation lands on his desk—and forces him to acknowledge that she’s more than just the nanny to him. David has overcome tragedy, but is he ready to risk his heart and build a new family? Annie isn’t so sure—but she’s definitely willing to find out...
She turned, facing him, tilting her neck to meet his gaze. The tension between them was palpable. The awareness hot and heady. It had been building all evening. No, she corrected...it had been building for weeks.
“Annie...”
He said her name on a whisper, stepping closer, one hand moving around to gently cup her nape, and she shuddered, totally lost. “David...please...”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he rasped out, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. “I’ve tried to not be attracted to you, honestly I have. But, you’re so beautiful and—”
“You’re saying that to get what you want.”
“I’m not,” he assured her, his thumb drawing tiny patterns on her neck. “I’m saying it because it’s true. I didn’t expect this to happen. For the last four years I’ve programmed myself to look and think of you a certain way. But now, everything has changed.”
He pulled back and suddenly, more than anything, she wanted his arms around her. She pressed closer. “Kiss me.”
“Kissing you won’t be enough.”
“I know,” she breathed and clutched his shoulders. “But kiss me anyway.”
* * *
THE CULHANES OF CEDAR RIVER:
Family lost, family found
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to Cedar River, South Dakota! And to my latest book for Harlequin Special Edition, The Nanny’s Family Wish. This is the third book in my new series, The Culhanes of Cedar River, and I’m delighted to have the opportunity to share Annie and David’s story with you.
One of my favorite movies of all time is The Sound of Music. I love how Maria, full of gumption and grit, plus a strong affection for the children she cares for, stands up to the overbearing captain while still recognizing the gentle, loving man beneath the frosty exterior. Not that Annie breaks into song or has to compete with a beautiful baroness—and David is more geek than military hero—but you get the idea. The road to a happily-ever-after is sometimes a bumpy one, particularly when exactly what we need is right in front of us. Luckily for David, his family knows exactly what’s good for him!
I hope you enjoy Annie and David’s story, and I invite you back to South Dakota for my next book in The Culhanes of Cedar River series, which is coming soon. I love hearing from readers and can be contacted at [email protected] or via my website at www.helenlacey.com or Facebook page to talk about horses, cowboys or how wonderful it is writing for Harlequin Special Edition. Happy reading!
Warmest wishes,
Helen Lacey
The Nanny’s Family Wish
Helen Lacey
Helen Lacey grew up reading Black Beauty and Little House on the Prairie. These childhood classics inspired her to write her first book when she was seven, a story about a girl and her horse. She loves writing for Harlequin Special Edition, where she can create strong heroes with soft hearts and heroines with gumption who get their happily-ever-afters. For more about Helen, visit her website, helenlacey.com.
Books by Helen Lacey
Harlequin Special Edition
The Culhanes of Cedar River
The Soldier’s Secret Son
When You Least Expect It
The Cedar River Cowboys
Three Reasons to Wed
Lucy & the Lieutenant
The Cowgirl’s Forever Family
Married to the Mom-to-Be
The Rancher’s Unexpected Family
A Kiss, a Dance & a Diamond
The Secret Son’s Homecoming
The Fortunes of Texas: The Lost Fortunes
Her Secret Texas Valentine
The Fortunes of Texas
A Fortunes of Texas Christmas
The Prestons of Crystal Point
The CEO’s Baby Surprise
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
For Robert—now and forever
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Excerpt from Betting on a Fortune by Nancy Robards Thompson
Chapter One
Annie Jamison took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too.
Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register, since irritation was classed as an emotion and David McCall was a robot.
Of course, he wasn’t really a robot. He was a flesh-and-blood man.
She’d worked as his nanny for over four years. And in truth, Annie loved the work. She especially loved his kids. Jasper and Scarlett were wonderful children and being their nanny was a joy.
But...
I can’t do it forever.
Because Annie wanted her own life and not one that revolved around David and his adorable children. She was thirty-three years old and hadn’t had a boyfriend since forever. And that wasn’t going to change if she spent every waking hour thinking about David McCall’s needs, and not her own.
No, her resignation was a long time coming. Sure, David was generous—she had the privacy of her own suite in one part of the house, drove a top-of-the-range Jeep supplied by her employer and received a Christmas bonus every year. But none of that mattered. At some point, Annie knew she had to start considering herself.
She’d been planning this move quietly for weeks. For months. Heck, for the last year. It was a secret she’d been holding close to her chest, only sharing her intent with stepsister Tess, who had remarried her ex, rancher Mitch Culhane ten months earlier and now had a baby of her own. Mitch was David’s cousin and best friend, and although David didn’t have the Culhane surname, he was certainly one of them in character.
The Culhanes were one of the oldest families in the county. On the Triple C, Mitch ran cattle and also bred and trained some of the best quarter horses in the state. By comparison, the McCall ranch was smaller, more of a hobby farm, but it was a beautiful place to live and raise children.
Except they’re not my children. They belong to another woman.
David’s wife, Jayne, and his mother, Sandra, had both been killed in an airplane crash over four and a half years earlier. The family had closed ranks after the accident. All six Culhane siblings had tried their best to shelter David and his children, even as they struggled with their own problems. They were close, good friends as well as family. And for the last few years, Annie had been welcomed into the fold and made to feel like one of them.
Which was
about to change. She needed to forge her own life, away from David, his kids and Cedar River. With a population of over three thousand, the small town sat quietly in the shadow of the Black Hills of South Dakota. Once a vibrant mining town, now it was used as a stopover for people going through to the state line. There were several dude ranches in the area, as well as thriving cattle and horse ranches, and plenty of activities to keep the tourists entertained. And of course, the renowned O’Sullivan hotel. She loved Cedar River, but knew she needed to move on. If she stayed in town, Annie knew she was bound to run into David and the kids all the time—and that would simply be too hard to bear.
Annie headed down the hallway and stopped outside David’s office. It was a Saturday – usually his day off, but she knew his grandmother was watching the kids for an hour while he worked. He owned a large accounting and financial planning practice in town and had clients from across the county. He was well respected in his field and very successful. He was also a good and caring dad, and she knew he loved his kids.
She sighed, squared her shoulders and knocked on the door.
“Yeah...come in.”
Annie opened the door and stood on the threshold. The office had timber flooring, a couple of filing cabinets against one wall, a large white board against another, two computers and a stack of files on a desk in the center of the room.
Annie stared at him and a familiar feeling wound through her system. He was staring at the computer screen, tapping on keys, his dark-framed glasses perched on the edge of his nose. His brown hair flopped over his forehead, and the dark denim shirt he wore stretched over his broad shoulders. During the week, he preferred formal pants, shirt and tie—but on the weekend he dressed casually. She always thought it was a good look on him. Too good.
“Can I talk to you?”
He waved a hand to usher her into the room, not glancing up. “Sure.”
She stepped into the room and closed the door. It was a conversation that required privacy. She certainly didn’t want the kids to overhear. Because, she knew without a doubt, that David wouldn’t accept her resignation easily.
“Um...”
The words sat on the edge of her tongue, tormenting her. He was still looking down. Still immersed in his work. Completely oblivious even though they were in the same room.
She tried again. “David? Hello? I can come back if you’re really busy, but it’s kind of important...” Her voice trailed off when she realized that his focus was so complete that he hadn’t heard a word.
His disengagement fueled her frustration and her determination to do what she planned. He really had all the sensitivity of a rock.
“David!”
The sharpness in her tone quickly got his attention and he paused, midtype. “What is it?”
Annie sucked in a breath. “I’m leaving.”
He glanced at her. “Sure, see you later,” he said and then averted his attention back to the computer screen.
“No.”
He sighed impatiently and looked at her. “What?”
Annie pushed strength into her knees and walked toward him, dropping the envelope on his desk, before steeping back a little. “I’m leaving,” she said again.
He looked at her, then the envelope, then back to her. “I don’t understand. What’s this?” he asked and motioned to the white envelope.
“My letter of resignation,” she said quietly, waiting for the pin to drop in the room.
When one didn’t, she crossed her arms and waited for him to respond.
“Ah...what did you say?”
“My resignation,” she said again. “Like I said, I’m leaving.”
He tilted the chair back, pushed his glasses up a little and stared at her, his handsome face etched with a frown. “What’s this about, Annie?”
“I’m giving you two weeks’ notice,” she replied and drew in a shallow breath. “That should be enough time to find a replacement.”
“A replacement?” His words echoed around the room as he lifted the envelope. “You can’t be serious?”
“Perfectly,” she replied, trying to breathe.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
She tried to shrug, tried to look confident, tried to do anything other than stand like a statue. But her feet were stuck to the floor. She noticed the tiny furrow between his brows, and the expression he made when he wasn’t pleased. And then she thought about how ridiculous it was that she knew his moods and expressions so well. It was foolhardy to think about how much she knew about David. He was her boss. End of story.
“It’s time I moved on from here,” she said and shrugged. “No job lasts forever.”
He didn’t break their gaze and sat back in the chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. “I see. So my children are merely a job to you?”
His words were exactly what she expected. “I hate to point out the obvious, David...but taking care of them is a job that you pay me to do.”
His stare narrowed. “Is that what this is about? Do you want a raise?”
Irritation wound up her spine. “Of course not. You’re already very generous.”
“Not generous enough, obviously,” he said and got to his feet. “Okay, how’s a ten-percent increase sound? And an extra week attached to your annual vacation time?”
Of course, it was all about the numbers. He was so blind he hadn’t even bothered to ask if it was personal. Because David didn’t see her as anything other than a member of his staff, someone on the payroll, as much an employee as a ranch hand.
“I don’t want any more money,” she said firmly. “I want to leave.”
His frown deepened as he moved around the desk. “This is a little unexpected, Annie. I thought you were happy here.”
At last, she thought, some level of sensitivity from the man. “I have been. However, things change and—”
“Have you been headhunted?” he asked bluntly. “I know there are several families around here who would like to hire you.”
She shook her head. “No. This is...personal.”
“Personal?” he echoed, still frowning. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” she said with emphasis, “that it’s personal. And I’d prefer to leave it at that.”
“I’m sure you would,” he said quietly. “But I after all these years, I think I deserve a little more of an explanation.”
Of course, she thought irritably. It was about what he wanted. What he demanded.
Annie glared at him, aware that they were suddenly only a couple of feet apart and she had to tilt her head to look up and meet his penetrating gaze. If he wanted the whole story, he’d get it. She pushed back her shoulders, glaring hotly into his eyes, and spoke.
“All right,” she said on a huff. “The truth is... I want to get married.”
* * *
David Culhane McCall was rarely at a loss for words. But Annie’s stunt shocked the hell out of him.
Maybe he should have seen it coming. Maybe the way she’d been quieter than usual lately, almost distracted, should have gotten him thinking that something was brewing. But...it was Annie. Reliable. Steadfast. A rock. The best thing that had happened to him in the last four years.
Well, not to him, he corrected himself immediately. But to his family. And specifically, to his kids. They adored her, and rightly so. She was an angel sent to help when life was at its worst. He’d lost his wife and his mother...the whole family was grieving and dealing with the profound loss and his children hadn’t taken to any of the other nannies he’d employed. But Annie Jamison was different. Younger, certainly, and with less experience than the prison warden who’d come before her, and who had lasted only a week before he’d told her to leave. Annie was like a breath of fresh air compared to that. Funny and creative and smart, someone who lit up any room she entered. Someone who he relied upon to
help raise his children.
Maybe you rely on her too much.
Ignoring the voice in his head, he looked into her upturned face. Her blue eyes shone brilliantly; her full mouth was set in an unusually tight line instead of her usual glowing smile and her cheeks were flushed. She looked...angry. A few strands of honey-brown hair had escaped from the ponytail she always wore and were tucked behind her ears. She was incredibly pretty. Not in an overt or flashy way, but a quiet kind of beauty—not that he ever thought about Annie in that way. That was inappropriate. Out of the question. She was the nanny. His employee. His friend, he had believed.
Except she wasn’t looking at him in a friendly way. In fact, she looked madder than hell. Married? She’d said she wanted to get married? He ignored he way his gut tightened at the idea.
“Married?” he echoed the word incredulously. As far as he knew, she wasn’t dating anyone. “Who the hell to?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I jumped the gun there a bit. But I want the chance to meet someone I can care about, maybe enough to marry and spend the rest of my life with. And I can’t do that while I’m...while I’m...”
“While you’re what?” he demanded, so confused his head spun. He didn’t really understand what she was saying. She wanted to get married, but not to anyone in particular? It didn’t make sense.
“Living here,” she replied and sighed. “Living this life. With your children as...” She stopped, swallowing hard. “Almost as if they are...” Her words trailed again. “I want my own family, my own children. And to do that, I need to leave.”
David stared at her and sucked in a breath. She wanted children? But not his? How could anyone not want his kids – they were incredible.
He inhaled again and her perfume swirled through the air. Or maybe it was her shampoo. He wasn’t sure, but the scent was as familiar to him as any on the ranch—vanilla and spice—a sweet combination that always pleased his senses. He wasn’t sure why. But it had become her signature scent over the years, a way of knowing she was close, part of things, keeping the balance, making things easier.
