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      He moved with an easy long-legged stride. She felt like a dwarf waddling along behind him. Not that she was heavy. She was just short. And curvy. An unfortunate combination that made her feel like a cuddly kitten in a world full of Barbie dolls.

      The perfect creases in his uniform pants, and the carefully trimmed dark hair that stopped just above his collar, made her remember her own disheveled appearance. She touched her short hair and tried to remember how much it had been sticking up the last time she’d looked in a mirror.

      “You’ll have to excuse me,” she said, perching on the edge of the sofa. Craig had chosen the wing chair opposite the fireplace. He leaned forward and placed his uniform cap brim-up on the coffee table. “I’ve been so busy taking care of things for Kim I haven’t had a chance to shower this morning.”

      She tugged on the hem of her suddenly too-short robe and tried to look mature. She was thirty, but without makeup and tailored clothes, she looked like a teenager. Her mother had told her that in time she would appreciate looking so young, but Jill wasn’t sure. She had a bad feeling she was still going to look like a cute, albeit wrinkled, kitten well into her seventies. The tall world did not take short people seriously.

      “When did Kim leave?” Craig asked.

      “They eloped yesterday.” She smiled, remembering her friend’s happiness. Kim hadn’t been sure it was the right thing to do, but Jill had encouraged her to go. Real love, the forever kind, didn’t come around very often. Jill might have had her heart broken more times than any one woman deserved, but she still had faith—for other people, if not for herself.

      “It was very romantic,” she continued. “Brian hired a limo to take them to the airport. She’d told a few friends, so they were here to see them off.”

      She stared out the window, but instead of the front yard and the house across the street, she saw the radiant couple. The love between them had been as tangible as the small bouquet Kim had been holding.

      “She called last night from Reno, and they’re already married. She should be back in a couple of weeks.”

      There was a manila folder on top of the glass coffee table. Jill reached for it and flipped it open. There were several sheets of papers covered with careful notes. Lists of people to call, bills to pay, errands to run. She didn’t mind. It was the least she could do for a friend. After all, when her life had fallen apart, Kim had offered her a place to stay. Speaking of which, Brian would be moving into Kim’s house after the honeymoon. Jill needed to start looking for a place of her own.

      Later, she told herself, scanning the list. Craig Haynes. Oh, there he was. Right between canceling a dentist’s appointment and checking on the delivery of Kim’s new king-size bed.

      “Here’s the note,” she said, then glanced up at Craig.

      The police officer had the oddest look on his face. As if he’d never seen anyone like her before. She reached up and fingered the ends of her short hair. Was it sticking up in spikes? Did she still have crumbs from her Pop-Tart toaster pastry around her mouth?

      She licked her lips but didn’t feel anything. Craig’s gaze narrowed and his back stiffened. She almost asked what was wrong, but figured she probably didn’t really want to know. She glanced back at the list.

      “Jill said you have three boys. Twelve, nine and six. That’s really not a problem for me.”

      She made the statement brightly. Someone who didn’t know her wouldn’t notice the tightness around the words. No one would be able to feel her heart beating faster. Baby-sitting. There were a thousand other things she would have gladly done for Kim instead, like regrout the shower or put down a tile floor. But she hadn’t been given a choice. Still, it was just for a couple of nights. She would survive.

      A wave of longing swept over her. She missed her girls. Her fingers tightened on the papers she was holding. They weren’t her girls, she reminded herself. She’d just been their stepmother. She must not have been a very good one, either, because ever since the divorce, neither of the girls had wanted to see her. But the pain wasn’t enough to stop her from missing them.

      “Not so fast,” Craig said, leaning forward in the wing chair.

      “Hmm? What?” She blinked away the past and focused on the very good-looking man sitting in front of her. “What do you mean?”

      “Have you done this sort of thing before?” he asked.

      “Taken care of children? Of course. I was a teenager, Officer Haynes. I baby-sat.” She thought of mentioning her failed marriage but figured it wasn’t his business.

      “You’re not employed now.” It was a statement.

      She felt a faint flush on her cheeks. “No. I left my last position a couple of months ago.”

      “Were you fired?”

      “No! Of course not. I just needed to get away. It’s more like a leave of absence. I have an open invitation to return if I want to.”

      His dark gaze held hers. “The name of the company you worked for?”

      “McMillian Insurance in San Clemente. That’s Southern California.”

      “I know where it is.” He pulled a small notebook and pen from his shirt pocket and wrote. “Who did you report to there?”

      She gave him the name and phone number, then frowned. “Excuse me, Officer Haynes, but I don’t understand why you’re interrogating me.”

      “It’s Craig, and I’m not going to trust just anyone with my children.”

      “I appreciate that. I assure you I’m not a convicted felon and—”

      “Are you an accused felon?” The corner of his mouth tilted up with a hint of a smile.

      “Not that either. I haven’t even had a parking ticket in years. My point is, I’m going to be looking after your children for one or two nights. While I appreciate your diligence, I think you’re taking it a little too far. I’m hardly going to be an influential force in their lives.”

      “Is that what you think? Ms. Bradford—”

      “Jill,” she interrupted.

      He nodded. “Jill, I’m not looking for a baby-sitter. Kim had agreed to be a live-in nanny for my three boys. When she decided to elope, she said you’d take the job.”

      “Well, she was wrong,” Jill said without thinking.

      A full-time nanny? That was insane. Absolutely the last thing she wanted was to work with someone else’s kids. Okay, she didn’t have a job right now, but that was because she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life. She could go back to San Clemente. Her condo was sublet, but she could rent another one. Her job was waiting. But that didn’t feel right. She didn’t want to go back to her old life. That was the point of living with Kim for a few weeks.

      Craig moved to the edge of the chair. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together, clutching the notebook. “Jill, I’m in a bind. I’ve interviewed literally a dozen women for the position, and Kim was the only one I thought would work. She was young enough to be able to relate to the children and old enough to maintain discipline. She assured me you had experience with children and would be just as suitable. She also said you’d agreed to take her place.”

      “I said I would baby-sit. She never told me it was a full-time job. My Lord, you probably want me to live with you and your boys.”

      He nodded. His dark eyebrows drew together. “I’m currently involved in a special investigation. I won’t bore you with the details, but it requires me to be gone odd hours. I never know when I’m going to be called away. The boys are too young to be left alone. They need some stability. I’ve had five nannies in the last four months.”

      She frowned. “What’s wrong with your children?”

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