The Nanny and the CEO (6 page)

“That was quite a collection of things you bought. How's the nursery coming along?”

“We've got it all put together.”

“That sounds like Mr. Wainwright. Does the work of ten without thinking about it. I'm calling because his in-laws have arrived and want to come up. Is he available to talk to?”

Reese was pretty sure Nick wasn't expecting anyone, but that wasn't for her to decide. “Just a moment and I'll tell him to pick up the phone.” She put the receiver down and hurried through the apartment to the nursery.

The baby had finished his bottle and lay against Nick's shoulder with his little eyelids fluttering. Reese hated to disturb them, but she had no choice. She walked around in front of him. He raised those dark eyes to her face in question.

“Albert is on the phone. He says your in-laws are downstairs and want to come up,” she mouthed the words.

Nick brushed his lips against the baby's head before getting to his feet in one lithe male move. “I'll talk to him from the phone in my bedroom.”

After he left with Jamie, she walked back to the kitchen. The second she heard Nick's deep voice, she hung up the phone.

The bottles were still waiting. She removed the packaging before loading them in the dishwasher. The lids and nipples fit inside the little basket.

Beneath the kitchen sink she found a box of dishwasher detergent that hadn't been used yet. She undid
the seal and poured some in the dispenser. Pretty soon she had the machine going on the wash/dry cycle.

While she waited, she opened the canister of powdered formula and read the directions. Once the items were dry and sterilized, she measured enough instant formula into each, before adding the required amount of water.

Nick chose that moment to bring an attractive, well-dressed older couple into the kitchen. “Sorry. I was just making up Jamie's formula.” She wiped her hands with a clean cloth.

Nick's eyes glimmered with some emotion she couldn't put a name to. “No problem. Reese Chamberlain? I'd like you to meet Jamie's grandparents, Anne and Walter Hirst. They wanted to be introduced.”

“Of course.” She walked over to shake their hands. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”

R
EESE
had once seen the original oil painting of Grant Wood's
American Gothic
in Chicago. It depicted a farmer and a woman with stern faces standing in front of a white farmhouse. In the man's hand was an upturned pitchfork.

Though Nick's in-laws were good-looking people, they could have been the models for the painting. Mr. Hirst wore an expression of dislike in his eyes as he said hello. She could imagine him coming to life to poke her with his farm implement. His wife remained stiff and mute. Reese felt for the brunette woman who'd lost her daughter so recently. Lines of grief were still visible on both their faces. Pain, pain, pain.

This had to be brutal on Nick, who was still trying to deal with the loss of his wife, too. He shifted Jamie to his other shoulder. Looking at Reese he said, “I explained that the three of us are still getting acquainted. Leave what you're doing and come with us while I show them the nursery.”

There was enough authority underlining his words for Reese to know he expected her to join them. Why, she didn't know, but she did his bidding without question.
When they reached the nursery she heard a sudden gasp from Jamie's grandmother.

“What a surprise!” his grandfather said. “Where did your office go?”

“It's dismantled in another bedroom. As you can see, we're coming along thanks to Ms. Chamberlain, so you don't need to be concerned about the baby's welfare. Sit down in the rocking chair and hold Jamie. He just had his bath and a bottle. I doubt he'll be hungry for another couple of hours.”

Nick handed her the baby. Reese held her breath, hoping he wouldn't start to cry having to leave Nick's arms. To her relief he just looked up quietly at his grandmother. It was a sweet moment. Jamie had a wonderful nature.

“I'll get a chair from my room for you, Walter.” Nick was back in a second. “Now you can enjoy him together.” With wooden movements, he sat down next to his wife.

By tacit agreement Reese left the nursery with Nick and they headed for the kitchen. “What can I do to help?”

Aware of his body close to hers, she was all thumbs. “I just need to finish off making up these bottles.” Nick found the lids and tops and before long the task was done and eight fresh bottles had been put in the fridge.

“I had a feeling they'd make a surprise visit,” he murmured, “but not before tomorrow.”

What he meant was, he knew they'd show up when Reese was alone to see how she was handling their grandson. But by their appearance today, it was clear they hadn't been able to wait that long.

“They're missing Jamie,” she said. “Who wouldn't? He's as good as gold. Not one tear yet.”

Nick nodded. “I know. I've been waiting.”

“Not all babies have his wonderful disposition. It should ease your mother-in-law's mind that he's adapting so well to the change in surroundings.”

He trapped her gaze. “That's because you haven't given him a chance to get upset. When I put in for a nanny, I never thought Mary Poppins would actually pop inside the limo.”

Reese's mouth curved upward. His comment took the chill off the remembered moment when his in-laws had first looked at her as if she was an alien. “I'm afraid there's only one of those.”

Better that Nick saw Reese as a fictional character.

Unfortunately she couldn't say the same thing about him. Meeting him had caused her to view him as someone very real and charismatic in spite of his deep sorrow, or maybe even because of it. Not for a second could she afford to forget this was a man who'd just lost his wife. It hadn't even been three months. Reese needed to focus on Jamie and nothing else.

“To be honest, I was afraid I'd pop in that limo and find Captain Von Trapp surrounded by seven precocious children all needing individual attention at the same time.”

His low laughter rang in the spacious confines of the modern kitchen. No matter how hard she fought against it, the pleasing masculine sound connected to every atom in her body. She caught Nick's gaze and something intense passed between them, stealing Reese's breath.

“Nick?” Both of them turned in the direction of his mother-in-law's voice. The interruption had spoiled a
conversation she'd been enjoying, and something else had passed between them, too, that Reese wasn't prepared to think about just yet. “We'd like to talk to you for a minute please.”

Her brittle words expressed in that demanding tone meant she'd heard them laughing together. Reese feared it had been like an affront to her sensibilities. This was awful. Nick shouldn't have come into the kitchen with her.

“Of course, Anne.” He glanced back at Reese. “Excuse me. Why don't you call down and order sandwiches and salad for us. Have them set up our lunch on the terrace. Cesar knows what I like.”

“All right.” Reaching for the phone, she gave Nick's order to the kitchen and asked them to add a pot of coffee. The waiter was to bring their lunch up to the patio table.

Relieved to be alone at last, Reese tidied away the things she'd used in the kitchen until it was once again spotless, then she walked out to the terrace, the only safe place in the apartment at the moment. While she waited for the food to come, she looked through the telescope. Once she'd made some adjustments, she had a bird's-eye view of one part of the Big Apple. Starting tomorrow she'd take Jamie out exploring in the stroller. Central Park was only two blocks away.

Last year she and Pam had come to New York for a few days on the train, but they'd been short on time and money. They'd ended up seeing one Broadway show and spent two days visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art. That was it. The equivalent of a grain of sand in the middle of the Sahara.

“Ms. Chamberlain?” She lifted her head from the
eyepiece and discovered a uniformed waiter with dark hair transferring plates from a cart to the table. His black eyes played over her with obvious male interest. He was probably in his early twenties. “I know I haven't seen you before. I'm Toni.”

“Hello.”

“I understand you're the new nanny.”

“That's right.”

“I work here Thursdays through the weekend.”

“Do you like it?”

He grinned. “I do now. If you want anything, call down to the kitchen when I'm on duty and ask for me.”

“I believe we have everything we need,” a deep, masculine voice answered for her. Nick had come out on the terrace, surprising both of them. He had an aura that could be intimidating. Just now he sounded vaguely dismissive.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Wainwright.” Toni took hold of the cart and left the terrace without delay.

“Was he bothering you, Reese?”

She shook her head. “He was being friendly. That's all.” She walked over to the table with its large white umbrella and sat down beneath it. “Are your in-laws still here?”

He took a seat opposite her. “No. After Jamie went to sleep, they left to meet friends for lunch. Otherwise I would have invited them to have a meal with us.”

“Do you think this visit has helped them?”

Nick took the covers off their dishes. She hadn't had a club sandwich in years. “I'm sure it didn't, but there wasn't anything they could voice a complaint about.
It's apparent that with you here, everything's under control.”

But Reese knew they
had
made scathing remarks about her. If the looks Mrs. Hirst had given Reese in the kitchen could inflict damage, she would have been vaporized in an instant.

“Earlier Walter told me Anne was…fragile,” Nick added, as if he were choosing his words carefully. “After the way they both behaved today, I can see they're still not happy with the idea of my bringing Jamie home. I should have made the break sooner.”

Reese sensed he was in a brooding mood. “It's hard to make decisions when you're grieving.”

“You have some knowledge of it?” He'd posed the mild question while devouring his sandwich.

“My fiancé and I broke up at Christmas. It hit me very hard, but I couldn't compare it to your loss. When you have a child born into the world, you don't expect to have to carry on without your wife.”

A bleak look entered his eyes. “Erica was in good health until she went into the hospital. Her labor wasn't normal. By the time she got there, the placenta had torn and she'd lost too much blood faster than they could replenish it. The doctor performed a Cesarian before Jamie got into trouble.”

“Thank heaven for that,” she whispered. “He's a little angel.”

He studied her through a veiled gaze. “Does that mean you're not ready to back out of our contract yet?”

“If you knew me better, you'd realize I'd never do that, but I'm assuming your in-laws don't have much faith in me. From their perspective I suppose it's understandable.”

“I'm very pleased you're here to help with Jamie, so let's not worry about them. As you said, when a person is in mourning, their emotions are in turmoil. Nothing would help them but to have Erica back.”

Nick was talking about himself, too, obviously. Reese didn't know how he was functioning. The best thing to do was change the subject.

“I've been thinking. How do you feel about my taking Jamie out and about in the stroller tomorrow? Just short little forays at first. Depending on how he does, maybe longer ones.”

“That's fine. Later today we'll program your cell phone so you can call me or Paul at any time. When you want to take Jamie farther afield, arrange it with him. He'll drive you to spots where you can explore to your heart's content. I'll give you a remote to the penthouse to keep all the time. All I ask is that you check in with Albert coming and going. It's for your safety.”

In other words, with Nick's kind of money he would be a natural target if someone decided to arrange a kidnapping. Only now was she beginning to realize what an enormous responsibility she'd taken on. “I'll be extremely careful with him, Nick.”

“I have no doubt of it.” He finished his salad. “I'll open a bank account for you first thing in the morning so you'll have funds to draw on.”

“Thank you.”

“We haven't discussed your hours yet. If I can depend on you Monday through Friday until five every day, then you can be free to do as you wish the rest of the time. How does that sound?”

Incredibly generous. “I couldn't ask for a more perfect arrangement. But please feel free to depend on me
if something comes up in the evening or on a weekend and you need my help.”

“If that should happen, I'll pay you overtime.”

“That won't be necessary. Being allowed to live here in such luxury with all my meals paid for is like another salary in itself. I wouldn't dream of taking more money than we agreed on.” She helped herself to the salad.

An amused gleam entered those dark eyes. To her chagrin her pulse sped up. The phenomenon kept happening the more she was around him. “Since we have that settled, are there any questions you want to ask me?”

“There's only one I can think of right now. Do you know when Jamie's supposed to go in for his next checkup?”

“The nurse indicated he saw the doctor three weeks ago. I'm going to be taking him to a new pediatrician here in the city named Dr. Wells. I'll give him a ring tomorrow and find out when he wants to see him. They'll send for his records right away.”

“I think that's wise in case he needs another immunization soon.”

He sat back in the chair to drink his coffee. One of the first things she'd noticed in the limo yesterday was that he didn't wear a wedding ring. In one way she thought it odd because his wife's death had been so recent. On the other hand, maybe he'd never worn one, or possibly he didn't like rings of any kind.
And maybe you're thinking about him way too much for your own good.

“If there's anything you want to do for the rest of the afternoon, take advantage of the time, Reese. I plan to get a little work done around here and do a few laps in the pool.”

“How can you do any work when your office is in shambles?”

A chuckle escaped his throat. “I'll worry about it later.”

“The mess will still be there later. Why don't we tackle the other bedroom while Jamie's out for the count? I'll feel much better if we set it up for you. Don't forget I'm the one who managed to get everything knocked out of whack. Kind of like the little kid who comes along and destroys the puzzle you just put together.”

His haunting smile turned her heart over. “Okay, let's get busy.” He rose to his tall, imposing height. “But when we're through, I'll take care of Jamie until I leave for work in the morning.”

“He'll be thrilled with all your attention.”

Hurrying ahead of him, she walked through the apartment to peek on the baby, who was fast asleep. He looked so precious with his arms and legs spread out, his little hands formed into fists.

“Not a care in the world,” Nick murmured near her ear, surprising her. She could feel the warmth from his hard body. For a moment she had the urge to lean into him and cling. Almost dizzy from unbidden longings, she turned away. But in the next instant she spied a glint of pain in those dark orbs and despised herself for being so aware of him when his thoughts had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Leaving them alone, she rushed out of the nursery and down the hall to the other bedroom. The room was a vision of white and café-au-lait with an exquisite white lace throw over the down-filled duvet.

White lace curtains hung at the huge window that gave out on a fabulous view of the city. There was a
love seat with a jacquard design in the same colors and a white rug with a deep pile in a geometric design of coffee and beige.

When Nick came in she said, “This is a beautiful room. Luckily it's big enough to accommodate everything if we move the love seat against that other wall. What would you think if we put your desk in front of the window where you can look out? If it gets too bright you can always draw the sheers.