LITMIR.BIZ

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if I’d tried to do it. I drove up from Baltimore.”

      Her admission of vulnerability startled him. The Paula he remembered had been proud of her self-reliance and determined not to accept help from anyone. Even after the accident, when he’d awakened in the hospital and learned her family had taken her home to Baltimore for medical care, his offer of financial help had been quickly refused.

      “Driving instead of flying sounds reasonable to me,” he said. “I don’t enjoy getting on a plane now, either.”

      His own admission shocked him even more. Alexander Caine didn’t admit weakness, not to anyone. His father had trained that out of him when he was about his own son’s age.

      “I haven’t been on a plane since…” Paula’s gaze flickered away from the scar that accented Alex’s cheekbone.

      His mouth stiffened, and he read the reaction he should have gotten used to by now. “The plane crash,” he finished for her, his tone dry. “You can say the words, you know.” He didn’t need or want her pity.

      “The drive up wasn’t bad—just long.” She seemed determined to ignore his reference to the crash. She stared at the rows of shelves with their seldom-used dishes as if she really didn’t see them. Then her gaze shifted to him. “As I said, I’m on vacation, so I was free to come when Aunt Maida needed me.” Her expression turned challenging. “You have noticed she’s in pain lately, haven’t you?”

      He stiffened at the implication of neglect in her pointed question. Of course he felt responsible for the woman who’d cared for his family all these years. But it wasn’t Paula Hansen’s place to question him.

      “I’ve asked her repeatedly about her health,” he said. “She keeps insisting she’s fine.”

      She lifted her eyebrows, her gaze turning skeptical. Paula’s face had always shown her emotions so clearly. A picture flashed into his mind of her lips close to his, her eyes soft.

      No. He pushed the errant thought away. Don’t go there.

      “Aunt Maida always insists she’s fine. But you must have noticed something.”

      “She’s been tired and limping more lately.” He reached behind him for the door, hoping he didn’t sound defensive. He was wasting time in this futile discussion—time he didn’t have to spare. “I told her to take it easy this afternoon. She does too much.” He glanced at the pans scattered on the worn linoleum. “Instead, she seems to have enlisted you as assistant housekeeper.”

      Her chin came up at that, as if it were an insult. “I’m glad to help my aunt.”

      The last time she’d been here, it had been for her brief job as Jason’s nanny. Alex tried again to ignore the flood of memories of that time: the laughter and warmth she’d brought to this house, her face turned toward his in the moonlight, the moment he’d forgotten himself and kissed her—

      Enough. He’d gotten through the remainder of her stay in Bedford Creek by pretending that kiss had never happened. Paula was probably as eager as he was to avoid the subject.

      “I’ve already told Maida to rest more,” he said. “She won’t listen.”

      “It isn’t just rest she needs.” She stared at him, a question in her green eyes. “You really don’t know, do you?”

      “Know what?” He couldn’t erase the irritation from his tone. “What are you driving at, Paula? I don’t have time for guessing games.”

      Her eyes flashed. “She can’t put it off any longer. Aunt Maida has to have hip replacement surgery.”

      Surgery. The implications staggered him. Maida, the rock on which his home life depended, needed surgery. He fought past a wave of guilt that he hadn’t guessed what was going on.

      “No, I didn’t know.” He returned Paula’s frown. “I wish Maida had told me, but if she didn’t want to, that was her right.”

      “She didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to worry.”

      Paula clearly didn’t consider protecting him from worry a priority. Antagonism battled the attraction he felt just looking at her. Maybe it was a good thing she annoyed him so much. It reminded him not to let that attraction get out of control, as it had once before.

      “That’s ridiculous,” he said shortly. “If she needs the operation now, she has to have it. There’s no question of that.”

      Even as he frowned at Paula, his mind raced from one responsibility to another—his son, the factory, the business deal that might save them. His stomach clenched at the thought of the Swiss firm’s representative, due to visit any day now. He’d expect to be entertained in Alex’s home. How could Alex swing that without Maida’s calm, efficient management?

      “My aunt knows this is a bad time for you. That’s probably why she hasn’t told you.”

      He sensed Paula’s disapproval, although whether it was directed at him or her aunt, he didn’t know. “I’ll manage,” he said curtly. “I’ll have to find someone to fill in for her, that’s all.”

      He knew when he said it how futile a hope that was. An isolated mountain village didn’t boast an army of trained domestics ready for hiring. He’d be lucky to find anyone at all in the middle of the tourist season.

      “It won’t be easy to hire someone, will it?” She seemed to read his thoughts.

      “No. I’m afraid Maida has spoiled us.” He should have known things couldn’t run so smoothly forever.

      “Aunt Maida thinks she has a solution, if you’ll go along with it.”

      He realized Paula was carefully not looking at him, and that fact sent up a red flag of warning. “What is it?”

      Paula took a deep breath and fixed him with a look that was half embarrassed, half defiant. “She wants you to hire me as her replacement.”

      For a long moment he could only stare at her. Paula—back in his house, cooking his meals, looking after his son. Given what had happened between them the last time she worked for him, he couldn’t believe she’d be willing to try it again.

      One thing he could believe, though. Having Paula Hansen in his house again wouldn’t just be embarrassing. Having her there, seeing her every day, no matter how desperately he needed help—that would be downright insane.

      The expression on Alex’s lean, aristocratic face showed Paula only too well exactly what he thought of her aunt’s idea. Why on earth hadn’t Aunt Maida told him before Paula arrived? Maida knew this situation would be difficult. She’d said she’d prepare the way. Instead, she’d brought Paula here without saying a word to Alex about it.

      Of course, Aunt Maida couldn’t have known her niece would go weak-kneed at the sight of Alex Caine.

      “I see.” Alex’s tone was coolly noncommittal, and the polite, well-bred mask he habitually wore slid into place.

      It was too late. Naturally he wouldn’t come right out and tell her he didn’t want her in his house again. But she’d seen his swift, unguarded reaction. Her heart sank. She should have known he wouldn’t agree to this.

      “Where is Maida? We need to talk about this.”

      “She’s not here.” She took a deep breath and prepared for an explosion. Oh, Aunt Maida. Why didn’t you tell him? “She’s already checked into the hospital in Henderson.”

      He started to speak, then clamped his mouth closed. Maybe he was counting to ten. She could only hope it worked.

      “She’s scheduled for surgery tomorrow.” She might as well get it all out. If he intended to explode, he’d just have to do it once. “I guess she thought I could help out here, at least until you make a decision about replacing her.”

      “You

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