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Truly, Madly, Deeply
Elizabeth August


A WILLING WIFE?Sweet-natured Minerva Brodwick knew that Judd Graham would stop at nothing to protect his beloved little brood, but never had she imagined the protective father would go so far as to propose a marriage of convenience! Falling for his adorable little angels came naturally to the nanny-turned-newlywed…. Unfortunately, so did falling for their irresistable father.When Judd popped the question, he assumed he was immune to his blushing bride's charm. After all, he had vowed never to give his heart again. But every time he caught Minerva gazing up at him with such starry-eyed wonder, he felt compelled to make her his in every way. Could this gruffly tender family man actually be falling truly, madly, deeply in love?







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“Do you really think marrying just to win a court battle is a wise move?”

Minerva asked, feeling her stomach sink at the thought of Judd marrying another woman.

“I’m not certain. But I’m willing to take the chance. I will make it worth your time.”

“Make it worth my time?” He wanted to marry her! Nervous excitement flowed through her. Although he wasn’t offering her a lifetime commitment, and there would be no love involved, she’d never been so tempted by anything in her life. She recalled the heat his touch had sent through her and wondered what his lips would taste like. Embers of desire sparked to life within her, but her conservative nature caused her to hesitate. “We barely know each other.”

“I know all I need to know about you.” His voice softened into a plea. “Will you help me keep my children, Minerva? Will you marry me?”


Dear Reader,

Compelling, emotionally charged stories featuring honorable heroes, strong heroines and the deeply rooted conflicts they must overcome to arrive at a happily-ever-after are what make a Silhouette Romance novel come alive. Look no further than this month’s offerings for stories to sweep you away....

In Johnny’s Pregnant Bride, the engaging continuation of Carolyn Zane’s THE BRUBAKER BRIDES, an about-to-bemarried cattle rancher honorably claims another woman—and another man’s baby—as his own. This month’s VIRGIN BRIDES title by Martha Shields shows that when The Princess and the Cowboy agree to a marriage of convenience, neither suspects the other’s real identity...or how difficult not falling in love will be! In Truly, Madly, Deeply, Elizabeth August delivers a powerful transformation tale, in which a vulnerable woman finds her inner strength and outward beauty through the love of a tough-yet-tender single dad and his passel of kids.

And Then He Kissed Me by Teresa Southwick shows the romantic aftermath of a surprising kiss between best friends who’d been determined to stay that way. A runaway bride at a crossroads finds that Weddings Do Come True when the right man comes along in this uplifting novel by Cara Colter. And rounding out the month is Karen Rose Smith with a charming story whose title says it all: Wishes, Waltzes and a Storybook Wedding.

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Truly, Madly, Deeply

Elizabeth August







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ELIZABETH AUGUST

lives in the mountains of North Carolina with her husband, Doug, a chemist. They have three grown sons. Their oldest is pursuing a career in medicine, their middle son is a chemical engineer and their youngest is now in college.

Having survived a bout with cancer, Elizabeth has now joined the ranks of cancer survivors. Writing will always be her primary pursuit and will remain at the top of her list of loves just below her husband, sons and daughter-in-law. Elizabeth has also written under the pseudonym of Betsy Page for Harlequin.








Chapter One

“It’s my turn to soar,” Minerva Brodwick announced to the world, as she pulled out of the driveway of her father’s house. “Well, maybe soar isn’t exactly the right word,” she amended, recalling her conversation the day before with Wanda Johnston, owner of Johnston’s Placement Agency.

“The job I had lined up for you at Maywood Private School fell through,” Wanda had said apologetically.

This announcement had come as a blow. Minerva had been counting on that job. The school provided living quarters for their teachers. Now, she would not only have no income but no place to live. And what she had in her savings wouldn’t last long in today’s economy.

Wanda had then smiled brightly. “However, I do have a position open that I think you can handle quite well. The pay is excellent, and room and board are provided.”

There was something about Wanda’s smile that had sent a chill of warning down Minerva’s spine. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t as rosy as you’re trying to make it sound?”

“So, maybe it’s not a piece of cake. But it’s something to do until I can find you something else. And I can probably get you a little more money.”

Minerva continued to eye her suspiciously. “How many people have you tried to place in this job?”

“Five.” A coaxing quality entered Wanda’s voice. “I’ll admit it’s not an easy assignment but you can think of it as a challenge. If you survive it, you can survive anything.” Her tone became more practical. “Besides, it’s all I have right now that you’re qualified for.”

Minerva had groaned. She knew she was going to hate asking this. “So what is the job?”

“Divorced man with four children. You’d live in the home and take care of the children. The oldest is six. He’s in kindergarten half the day. And then there are three two-year-olds.”

The number of children didn’t concern Minerva, but she balked at the living arrangements.

“The father has custody of the children? Where’s the mother?”

“The mother went a little bonkers after having the triplets. She ran off with a lawyer friend.”

Minerva frowned. “What you need is a trained nanny.”

“You’ve got a degree in teaching elementary school. You’ve had child psychology courses and you worked for years with preschoolers. You’re as well trained as anyone I have. And, if you’re worried about being stuck with the laundry, cooking and housecleaning, don’t be. There’s a housekeeper who also lives in and she doesn’t try to push it off on anyone. Your only responsibility will be the children.”

The live-in housekeeper eased her mind about the accommodations. Still... “So why didn’t the other five you sent stay?”

“Two, he fired the first day because of incompetence. And he was right. They had told me that they’d had experience with children, but they hadn’t. As for the others, the children are fairly active. They simply burned out quickly.”

Minerva had been certain Wanda wasn’t being totally honest with her. “Most children are fairly active.”

Wanda sighed. “The father can be a little difficult. He really cares about his children, so much so, he’s a bit overly protective and demanding.”

“Just a bit?” Minerva asked skeptically.

“Well, maybe more than just a bit. But not impossible. The original nanny he had stayed from soon after the oldest son was born until just a little over a month ago. She left to get married.” A plea entered Wanda’s voice. “Please, you can take the job and just think of it as temporary. I promise I’ll keep looking for something better for you and get you out of there as quickly as possible. I’m desperate.”

And so am I, Minerva had admitted silently. Not taking this job could force her to delay her plans to claim her independence and that she refused to do. “All right. As long as you promise to find me another job soon.”

Wanda had grinned. “I’m already on it.” Picking up a sheet of paper in front of her, she extended it to Minerva. “Here’s the names, the address and directions. Call me when you’re settled in.”

Leaving the office, Minerva had wondered what she’d gotten herself into.

And, now she was again wondering that as she drove to the Graham home. Her jaw hardened with resolve. Anything was preferable to returning home a failure and proving her father right.

Judd Graham looked from the triplets who were in various stages of wearing their breakfasts to his watch. “The new nanny should be here in the next couple of minutes. She’d better not be late. I have to get John to school.”

Lucy Osmer, his housekeeper, frowned at the terse edge in his voice. “I hope you’re nicer to this one than you were to the three you didn’t fire. Not one of them stayed a full week. I’m a fifty-three-year-old woman. Taking care of this house, the laundry and cooking, I can handle. Add four youngsters and you’re pushing me past my limits.”

Judd breathed a tired sigh. “I really appreciate you not bailing out on me.”

Lucy’s frown softened. “I could never bail out on these babies. But I need help. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“You’re right,” Judd conceded. “I’ll arrange today for a maid service to come in once a week to help with the cleaning.”

“That will help,” Lucy replied. “And maybe this new nanny will meet your requirements and be willing to stay.”

Judd frowned. “I can’t really say I was sorry to see those other three leave. Not one of them ever seemed to relax. I want my children to have a comfortable environment.”

Lucy’s gaze raked over the tall, strongly built man seated at the table, overseeing the feeding of the two girls. “They never relaxed because of you.”

He scowled at her. “I never treated any of them unkindly.”

“You have an authoritarian manner that many people find overbearing, even intimidating.”

“You’ve never complained.”

“My husband, Bill, may his soul rest in peace, was a strong-willed man just like you. Besides he liked you and I trusted his judgment. I figured there must be some good in you. So I stayed around to find it.”

Judd grinned crookedly. “And did you ever find any?”

Lucy grinned back. “As a matter of fact, I did. ’Course it took some determination to get past your bark.”

“I’ll try to keep my bark in check when Miss Brodwick arrives,” he promised.

“I certainly hope so.” Lucy caught a dish of oatmeal just before Henry, the third of the triplets, sent it flying onto the floor. “We could certainly use another set of hands at this table.”

“Nice place,” Minerva observed, parking in front of the elegant single story house in one of the more highclass suburbs of Atlanta. From the short bio provided, she recalled that Judd Graham was an architect with his own construction company. So, naturally he’d have a great house, she mused as she followed the garden-lined brick path to the front door.

Ringing the bell, she hid her nervousness behind a polite smile. The smile suddenly felt wooden as she found herself face-to-face with a mountain of a man in jeans, a button-down shirt and construction boots. He studied her grimly through a pair of dark brown eyes that held no welcome.

His facial features were average as far as appearances went. But she would never have classified him as an average man. She guessed he was used to intimidating people with a mere look...the one he was using on her now. But she was in no mood to be intimidated by any man. Today she had declared her freedom. Keeping her shoulders straight, she extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Minerva Brodwick.”

Accepting her handshake, Judd noted that she wore only a touch of lipstick, making no serious attempt to change her looks with makeup. He approved. He didn’t like pretense. That was a point in her favor. She was also punctual. That was another point in her favor.

Minerva was shaken by the strength of his hand. The texture of his palm was roughened by calluses. Not only did he dress like a construction worker, but he honestly looked the part. In no way did he fit the mental image of the spoilt yuppie she’d expected to be meeting.

“You’re right on time,” he said, releasing his hold and stepping aside to allow her to enter.

In spite of his words of approval, Minerva saw no change in his expression. It remained grimly stern, and she wondered what would have happened if she had been late. Would he have told her to get lost and then slammed the door in her face? The thought that she really didn’t want this job crossed her mind. But she had no alternative at the moment. Even being employed by this brusque bear of a man was preferable to returning home to her father’s ridicule.

Judd motioned for her to precede him into the living room. “Before I take you into the kitchen and introduce you to my family, I have a few questions.” He waved toward a chair, indicating he wanted her to be seated.

Knowing that if she sat and allowed him to tower over her that would give him the advantage, Minerva chose to remain standing. She was determined to let him know from the start that she would not allow him to run roughshod over her. “And what would those be?”

“I want to know why you accepted this position.”

“Because I needed a job,” she answered honestly.

He scowled darkly. “My children are not merely a job.”

Maybe she had been a bit too blunt, Minerva decided. “I have never considered working with any child just a job. I like children.”

Judd continued to scowl but his anger lessened. “I’m glad to hear that.”

His intimidating manner was stretching her nerves to the breaking point. Unexpectedly she heard herself saying aloud what was going through her mind. “I am a little uncertain about accepting this position since you have gone through so many applicants.”

“I suppose that’s a legitimate concern.” His gaze hardened even more. “I want someone who cares about my children... who is willing to spend quality time with them. And the hours are long. You will be required to be on call twenty-four hours a day, six days a week. You will have Sundays off. In return, I will pay you very well. Do you think you can handle that?”

He was right about the pay. It was very good. Besides what choice did she have? “I’m willing to give it a try.”

His jaw still set in a grim line, he waved her to follow him. “Come along then.”

The sound of a child suddenly beginning to cry caused him to increase his gait to a run.

Minerva followed close on his heels. Entering the kitchen, she saw a woman, slightly on the chubby side with graying hair, fussing over the three children who looked to be the same age. A fourth child, clearly older than the others, with dark brown hair and eyes like his father was shaking his head in an adult fashion while mopping up a bowl of spilled cereal from the floor.

Seeing his father, the crying child stopped in midsob. “Joannie.” He pointed a stubby finger accusingly at one of the chestnut-haired children. “Her fault.”

“The two of them got into a grabbing match over the strawberries.” Lucy nodded toward a bowl of fresh strawberries on the table. “The cereal getting knocked off was an accident.”

Recalling her own father’s usual reaction to anything disturbing the peace of his world, Minerva braced herself, expecting Judd Graham to fly into an angry rage.

“Strawberries are healthy. Tomorrow we’ll put two bowls out,” he said, squatting down to take over cleaning the floor. Giving the older boy a grateful wink, he added, “Go finish your breakfast.”

Minerva stood stunned. She’d been certain he was the fly-into-a-rage type.

“Are you our new nanny?” the older boy asked as he returned to his seat.

Realizing she was the one being spoken to, Minerva jerked her gaze away from the man wiping up the floor to find herself being scrutinized with the same grim expression the father had met her with at the door. “Yes. And you are John, I resume,” she said, recalling the names she’d memorized from the list given her.

He nodded, then pointed toward the two chestnut-haired, green-eyed children. “That’s Joan and Judy. They’re identical.” He turned his attention toward the dark-haired, dark-eyed cherub who had stopped crying and was eating a strawberry. “And that’s Henry. He’s their triplet but he’s not identical.”

“And I’m Lucy Osmer, the housekeeper.” The woman who’d been soothing the boy held out her hand to Minerva. “And am I glad to see you. As much as I love this passel they’re a handful even for two people.”

“They look healthy and energetic.” Minerva conceded, accepting the handshake while guessing she was going to earn every cent of her pay.

“That they are.”

Judd had finished with the floor. He glanced at his watch, then turned to his eldest. “It’s time for us to get going.”

John frowned dubiously. “Maybe I should stay home today and help the new nanny get used to us. The triplets can be difficult. I’ve heard you and Lucy say so many times.”

Minerva’s heart went out to him. He acted and sounded so adult. His mother’s desertion had clearly robbed him of at least a portion of his childhood.

“We’ll do just fine on our own,” Lucy said. “You run along to school. And we’ll see you at two-thirty.”

As he and his father exited the kitchen, Minerva saw John glance back at her. There was worry and distrust in his eyes. “He seems to be afraid I’m some kind of monster,” she said in lowered tones to Lucy. “Did they have a nanny who was cruel to them?”

“No.” Lucy smiled. “He’s just a bit overly protective of his brother and sisters. How about if we get these three cleaned up, and then I’ll show you your room.”

Or maybe both she and Lucy were reading the boy wrong, Minerva mused. Maybe the worry and distrust had nothing to do with the triplets. Maybe he wanted his mother back and saw every new nanny as an interloper whose presence was a reminder that his mother wasn’t coming back.


Chapter Two

Minerva had never been so exhausted. Every muscle screamed at the thought of getting up out of the chair in the living room into which she’d collapsed after getting the triplets down for their afternoon rest. All morning she’d chased after them, played with them, soothed them and read to them. After lunch, she played with them some more, then everyone, including Lucy, had walked to the local elementary school where John attended kindergarten to meet him and walk him home.

Now he was playing within her view with his trucks on the wide slate area fronting the house. Seeing him glance toward the living-room window, she recalled how he’d hovered behind her the whole time she was putting the triplets down for their nap. It was clear to her now that the anxiousness she’d read on his face had been for his brother and sisters. His overt guardianship of them had begun when they’d met him at school.

“Did you have a good morning?” he’d asked them immediately.

They’d all giggled and nodded.

Certain she detected a sense of relief in him, Minerva again considered the possibility that one of the nannies had not been as kind to the children as the housekeeper had thought. Hoping to reassure him that she was to be trusted, she’d given him a friendly smile.

He had not returned her smile, letting her know she was still on trial.

Deciding that only time would convince the eldest of Judd Graham’s sons that she was safe to have around, Minerva forced her tired body out of the chair. This might be the only chance before dark that she would have to unload her car.

Still parked in front of the house, she decided to leave it where it was while she retrieved her things. That way she would be passing John constantly, thus allowing her to keep track of him. Several times today, the housekeeper had told her how responsible John was—“More like a little adult than a child” had been Lucy’s words. But Minerva didn’t want to take any chances. It was always possible that he might suddenly revert to childlike behavior and wander off.

Pausing beside him, she said, “I’m going to unpack my things. I’d like your word that you won’t go anywhere without telling me first.”

He looked up at her. “I won’t.”

She smiled her approval and continued to her car.

When she returned for a second load, she found him standing waiting for her. “Can I help?” he offered, brushing off his hands on his jeans to rid them of excess dirt.

The look on his face suggested he wasn’t certain he wanted her there but as long as she was, he would try to make the best of it. Or maybe he wanted to keep a closer eye on her. She was well aware that he seemed constantly to be covertly watching her. “Sure.”

He was too small to carry any of the boxes of books but there were some single miscellaneous items she hadn’t boxed. Picking up her desk lamp, she handed it to him. He waited until she’d picked up a box, then followed along behind.

“Where did you live before you came here?” he asked, setting the lamp on the desk in her room.

“At home with my father.”

“Where was your mother?”

She noted that he’d been quick to pick up her not mentioning her mother. “She died a long time ago.”

He merely nodded acknowledgment of her statement, showing no reaction.

Her own curiosity strong about her young charges, she asked, “Do you miss your mother?”

“No.” The word issued firmly. Then turning on his heels, he headed back to the car.

His mother’s desertion obviously hurt him so badly, he’s repressing it, Minerva reasoned. Pity for the child swept through her.

Following him to the car, she found him in the back seat, staring at her much-loved, much-worn teddy bear.

“You have a stuffed bear,” he said, looking at her as if to say he thought that was extremely childish of her.

“His name is Travis,” she replied, showing no reaction to his air of disapproval. “My grandmother gave him to me.”

“He looks old,” he noted.

“He is. I was just a year old when I got him.”

He regarded her with a patronizing frown. “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing with stuffed animals?”

“I don’t play with him. I talk to him.”

His gaze narrowed as if he wasn’t quite certain she was sane. “You talk to him?”

“I tell him my problems and he listens and helps me figure out what to do.”

His expression became impatient. “He can’t help you figure out anything. He has stuffing for brains.”

Not wanting him to think she was truly a flake, she elaborated. “Well, he doesn’t talk back and that lets me work through my problem. I figure talking to a bear is better than taking to thin air.”

For a long moment, he considered this explanation, then nodded. “You’re right. You would look silly talking to nothing.” Obviously satisfied she wasn’t entirely loony, he picked up Travis and carried him into the house.

They were returning to her car when Judd Graham arrived home. Instead of pulling around her and continuing on to the garage area, he parked a little behind her.

Seeing his father, John’s face lit up with greeting. “Dad,” he yelled and ran to greet the man.

Minerva saw the answering greeting on Judd’s face. There was no doubt in her mind that this man truly loved his son. He lifted up the boy high above him. Then lowering him to give him a hug, he asked, “So how has the new nanny been working out?”

“She talks to a stuffed bear,” John replied.

Apparently her explanation hadn’t entirely appeased the boy, Minerva mused, feeling a flush of embarrassment building from her neck upward. Judd Graham, she guessed, was not the kind of man who would understand a grown woman’s attachment to her stuffed pal.

An uneasiness curled through Judd. Not wanting the boy to know he was concerned, he forced a hint of mischief into his voice. “Does she claim the bear talks back to her?”

The boy frowned at his father. “No, of course not. He’s stuffed.”

Judd breathed a mental sigh of relief. “Then it’s okay. It’s only if the bear talked back to her that we should worry.” But beneath his playfulness, he was beginning to have his doubts about Minerva Brodwick being the right person to help guide his children through their formative years.

Minerva could hardly believe her ears. She’d expected sarcasm from her employer or even being fired for being too immature.

John smiled back at his father with relief. Clearly, if her talking to a bear was okay with his father, then that made it all right with him. “I was helping her unpack.”

“We’ll both help.” Judd set the boy down and crossed the short distance to Minerva’s car. “What can I carry?”

“Anything that suits you,” she replied, quickly picking up a box and heading inside. She was now totally confused. Yes, Judd Graham had been intimidating when she’d first arrived. But just now he’d displayed tolerance and a sense of humor regarding her and her bear.

An uncomfortable prickling on the back of her neck caused her to glance over her shoulder. John was following a few feet behind her and Judd behind him. It was Judd’s gaze she had felt. With his son’s attention no longer on him, his expression had lost its softness and his eyes were cold.

She quickly turned her face forward. Now she understood. The only reason she was still here was that he was desperate. His show of good humor was merely for his son’s sake. He would, no doubt, be on the phone in the next few minutes calling Wanda and demanding she send someone more mature as soon as possible.

Father and son were close behind her when she entered her room.

As Judd set down the suitcase he was carrying, then straightened, his gaze came to rest on the worn bear on the bed. The more he thought about her talking to it, the more his doubts about her being mature enough to help raise his children grew stronger.

“His name is Travis,” John said, following his father’s line of vision.

Pride refused to allow Minerva to let Judd Graham continue to believe she was childish or even a little eccentric. With calm dignity, she leveled her gaze on him. “Some people silently think their way through their problems. I find I can sort mine out easier if I talk them out. But I’m a very private person. I find spilling my guts, so to speak, to other people difficult. And I feel ridiculous talking to thin air. Travis is perfect. He’s always available, he doesn’t interrupt, he doesn’t trivialise my concerns and he lets me work my way to a solution on my own.”

Judd had to admit that there was no hint of immaturity in Miss Brodwick’s manner. Even more, her explanation was reasonable. “I have spent time muttering at blueprints about changes the owners want made after the job is started,” he conceded.

Shrieks of “Daddy” coming from across the hall suddenly filled the air. The triplets had heard their father and decided that naptime was over. Hurrying into the hall, Minerva found the girls standing politely behind the safety gate confining them to their room while Henry was pushing on his, trying to break free.

“I’ll take care of them for now,” Judd said passing her and freeing Henry first. “You finish your unpacking.”

Minerva knew when she’d been given an order and she’d been given an order. She supposed she should be relieved that he said to unpack and not pack and get out, she thought dryly as she obeyed.

Carrying in the last load from her car, she wondered if Judd Graham came home early as a rule. She hoped not. His presence was a strain on her nerves. Passing by the girls’ room, she heard Lucy in there with him.

“Every time you called I told you that Minerva was doing just fine,” the housekeeper was saying in hushed tones. “There was no reason for you to come home early.”

“I wanted to see for myself,” he growled back. “I was in a rush and didn’t go over all the rules with her this morning.”

“Then I’d suggest you go over them with her now,” the housekeeper returned. “And then go into your study and work and quit glowering at her as if you expect her to sprout a second head or something.”

“She may have made it through the first day but she’s a stranger to us. I will not take chances with my children.”

“Both John and I are keeping an eye on her,” Lucy reminded him curtly.

Minerva ducked into her room before either saw her. She couldn’t fault Lucy or Judd for being cautious where the welfare of the children was concerned. And she found it rather heartwarming the way John protected his brother and sisters. Still, it was unnerving knowing she was constantly being watched. And Mr. Graham’s cold scrutiny was extremely irritating. She could easily understand why the three who hadn’t been fired had left so quickly of their own volition.

Her gaze traveled around her surroundings. Too bad, she thought, that she would be following in her predecessors’ footsteps. She liked the children, but she did not like their overbearing father. She would try to stick it out until Wanda found her another position, but not a moment longer.

Setting the last box on the floor, she wondered what the “rules” were that he hadn’t mentioned. Guess I’m going to find out, she thought, hearing footsteps behind her. Straightening and turning, she confirmed her suspicion as to who had entered her room.

Judd closed the door behind him. “We did not have an opportunity to go over all of the details of your employment this morning,” he said.

Suddenly her room seemed less than half its size. She wasn’t frightened, just extremely aware of the man in front of her... the width of his shoulders... the sturdiness of his build...his virility. It was a weird, unsettling reaction, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Attributing it to her dislike of the man, she mentally shook it off and faced him.

“You will never strike or shake one of my children,” he said curtly.

“I had no intention of doing either,” she assured him.

“I’m glad to hear that.” His expression remaining terse, he continued, “When you do have to discipline one of them, you can have him or her sit quietly for a designated amount of time or you may take away a privilege for a designated amount of time. If neither of those methods work, you will speak to me and I will handle the situation.”

“Yes, of course.” The suspicion that one of the nannies had mistreated the children again loomed strong in her mind. Sympathy for them swept through her. She even found herself willing to forgive Judd Graham’s harshness.

“As I told you before, you will have Sundays off,” Judd said, again drawing her mind back to their immediate conversation. “I will, however, attempt to be flexible on this point.”

“Flexible” was not a word she would have associated with him, Minerva thought dryly, then returned to concentrating on what he was saying.

“If you need other time off, it will have to be arranged in advance. I assume you were informed that I run my own business.” Judd paused for an answer.

“Yes.”

“Because of that, my hours are uncertain. There will be times when I will have to work on Saturdays and late into the night on weekdays. When I am at home, I make it a rule to devote time to my children. However, when I am not with them, they will be your responsibility.”

“I understood that,” she confirmed.

He acknowledged her words with a nod. “As for boyfriends, I do not expect you to bring them to my house without my permission and there will no sleep-overs.”

Her eyes rounded with indignation. “I am not that kind of woman.”

Judd’s gaze raked over her. She did look like the oldfashioned type and her indignation appeared genuine. That he would not find himself breaking up embarrassingly intimate clinches was a relief. “Good.”

He’d accepted her at her word. She should be pleased and she was. Still, there was a tiny sting. Recalling the many times her father had pointed out that she was no beauty, she was certain Judd Graham simply assumed she was too plain to attract men’s lusty attention. Ninety-nine percent of the time he’d be right and the remaining one percent had never stirred her beyond a flicker of an ember.

“And now that that’s settled, I’d better relieve Lucy from watching the children so that she can get back to her kitchen.” Striding out of the room, he closed the door behind him.

Minerva scowled at the vacant spot where he had stood and wondered how long she could endure Mr. Graham’s cool, brusque and impersonal manner. He’d shown no concern that she might suddenly decide he was too strict or the job was too tough and leave. Clearly things had to be his way with no compromise.

Her gaze shifted to the phone on her bedside table. Wanda had said to call.

As soon as Minerva identified herself, Wanda said cheerfully, “I’ll take this as a good sign. The others all called within an hour of their first encounter with Mr. Graham.”

“This is simply my first opportunity,” Minerva returned. “Tell me that you are trying very hard to find me a different position.”

“Of course. Didn’t I promise I would? And I am a woman of my word.” Wanda paused, then a plea entered her voice. “But promise me that you’ll stay there until I do. Honestly, people who know the man tell me that he can be quite nice and actually charming once you get to know him. He’s just a little overprotective where his children are concerned.”

“Nice” and “charming” were another two words Minerva found hard to equate with Judd Graham. “As long as I have your word that you are looking for a different job for me, I’ll stay. But please don’t take forever.”

“I promise, I’ll find something soon,” Wanda assured her.

Hanging up, Minerva wasn’t so certain Wanda would keep her word. The woman was clearly desperate for someone to fill this position. Picking up Travis, she held him out in front of her. “I like the children and the pay is good,” she informed her teddy bear. “I should be able to save quite a bit fairly quickly... before I get fired or I can no longer endure Mr. Judd Graham.”

Then setting Travis aside, she decided to only unpack the essentials. The rest of her stuff she would leave boxed for a quick departure.


Chapter Three

Dinner, like breakfast and lunch, was eaten at the table in the huge kitchen. And, like the other meals, it was a lively affair. John’s manners were quite good, but the young triplets required attention. In spite of Judd Graham’s presence, Minerva enjoyed being there in the midst of the activity. It was a great deal more interesting than the silent meals spent with her father.

About halfway through the meal, she was reminded of something she had noticed during the morning. Henry babbled a mouthful of unrecognizable sounds and the two girls laughed. Continuing to politely ignore Judd, she said to Lucy, “I would swear that the girls understood what Henry was saying. It’s as if the three of them have a language all their own.”

Lucy smiled. “I believe they do. They’ve babbled back and forth like that since they were babies.”

Maybe Minerva Brodwick would work out just fine, Judd mused silently. Aloud he said, “You are the first one of all the people Mrs. Johnston has sent who realized that the triplets have their own private system of communication.”

The note of approval in his voice caused a surprising rush of elation and she found herself actually smiling at him. When he smiled back, a curl of warmth wove through her. She was merely feeling triumphant that she’d proved to him she was observant and had given his children the attention he wanted, she reasoned.

As the wiping up of the triplets began, Judd said, “I’ll play with the children while you finish unpacking.”

She noticed that this time, although his words still carried the feel of an order, they were not delivered as crisply as before.

Her gaze shifted to the housekeeper. The woman looked tired. “I’ll help Lucy with the dishes first.”

“That really isn’t necessary,” Lucy assured her.

“I want to,” Minerva insisted, and began gathering the plates.

Herding the children out of the kitchen, Judd glanced back at Minerva. There had been kindness in her voice when she’d spoken to Lucy. And her helpfulness was a refreshing change. The other applicants had strictly limited their activities to caring for the children. When offered a break, they had disappeared until summoned.

Or maybe Miss Brodwick was simply trying to make a good impression, his skeptical side suggested. Judging a woman’s true character took a sharp eye and a cynical mind. He’d learned that the hard way.

After helping Lucy with the dishes, Minerva stopped at the door of the playroom on her way to her room. Watching Judd with his children was like watching a totally different man than the one who was constantly confronting her. He was playful, gentle and loving. Suddenly aware that he was looking at her, she asked, “Who shall I start with for the first bath?”

“Henry,” Judd replied, handing his son to her. He was tempted to do the bathing himself, but forced himself to refrain. He needed to be assured that she could handle the job on her own when he wasn’t there.

Entering the large bathroom off the hall across from the children’s rooms, she turned to close the door only to find John there. “We always keep the door open. Henry can be a little rambunctious,” he said, with adult authority that reminded her of his father. “I’ll be here in the hall in case you need help.”

She saw the worried look on his face and smiled reassuringly. “I’ll be happy to leave the door open.”

As she proceeded with the bath, she was aware of John watching her every move. Judd also stopped for a moment to look in. He claimed he was on his way to get a toy from the girls’ room to keep Joan appeased. But she was certain he was checking on her.

“Finished,” she later said, letting out the water. Drying Henry, she then wrapped him in the towel and carried him to his room. John, she noticed, followed close behind. She playfully tickled Henry as she dressed him. But even his happy giggling did not cause John to relax his vigil.

Leaving Henry to play with his toys, she closed the security gate to his room and went to get the girls. “I’ll bathe them both at the same time,” she said, her back muscles beginning to tighten from John’s constant scrutiny.

Judd usually did them both together but he knew they could be a handful. Despite his decision to let her do the bathing on her own, he heard himself asking, “Do you want some help?”

“No. I can handle them.” She was tired and under other circumstances might have accepted assistance. But she was determined to prove to him that she was capable of doing her job. As she took each girl by the hand, she glanced at John who continued to tag along behind her. “I’ll run your bathwater when I’m done with Joan and Judy.”

He flushed and his shoulders straightened with dignity. “I can bathe myself.”

“I’ll just run the water,” she replied diplomatically.

“And I can dry and dress myself,” he added. His manner became very much like his father’s when Judd Graham was laying down his rules. “Then it’s reading time.” He looked to his father. “Will you be reading to us or should Minerva do that?”

“I’ll read tonight and tuck all of you in,” Judd replied.

Minerva saw the relief on the boy’s face and knew he was happy to have his self-appointed sentry duty ending with the bathing.

And she’d be happy to have a break from his watchful eye, she admitted, her back muscle twitching slightly as she bent to run the bath for the girls. Deciding that they should have privacy from their brother, she started to close the bathroom door before undressing them.

“Like I told you when you bathed Henry,” John said, stepping in the doorway to stop her. “We always keep the door open in case you need to yell for help.”

“I thought they should have some privacy,” she returned.

“I won’t watch. But I need the door open so I can hear if you need help,” he insisted.

Seeing the determined, protective expression on his face, she relented. “All right, I’ll leave the door open.”

As she bathed the girls, getting herself nearly as wet as them, Judd Graham paused by the bathroom door to check on her progress.

“I’d hate to be the boys who come around when you two start dating,” she told the girls in confidential tones and they giggled.

She was letting the water drain out and beginning to dry Judy when Judd returned. Retrieving the second towel, he began to dry Joan. Minerva found his closeness unsettling. When their shoulders accidently touched, currents of heat raced through her. Wrapping Judy in the towel, she quickly exited the bathroom.

I’m just overly tense from being constantly watched, she told herself, determined to ignore the disquieting effect the man had on her.

Finally the bathing was over and the children were excitedly choosing the books they wanted read to them. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Minerva headed to the kitchen, hoping there was still coffee in the pot. To her relief there was and she poured herself a cup.

“Would you like to join me for a piece of pie?” Lucy asked, coming out of her two-room apartment just off the kitchen.

“Sure,” Minerva agreed, glad to have some friendly adult company. As they sat down at the table with their pie and coffee, she again stretched her back.

“I suppose John watched you constantly,” Lucy said sympathetically. “He did the others. I suppose he could have been at least part of the reason they left so quickly.”

“He is very protective of his brother and sisters,” Minerva commented.

Lucy nodded. “With his mother gone, he’s appointed himself guardian over them. In all my life, I’ve never seen a more mature child.”

“Their mother’s leaving must have come as a shock.” Minerva knew she was prying but she reasoned that the more she knew about her charges, the better she could care for them.

Lucy sighed. “Ingrid Graham was one of those women who should never have had children. She just wasn’t cut out for motherhood. When Judd realized she couldn’t cope, he hired a nanny...even when there was only John. That seemed to help a bit, then she got pregnant with the triplets. She was always so concerned about her looks. I suppose I can’t blame her. She was beautiful and, for her, being beautiful was a lot of who she was. When she got huge with the triplets, she became depressed and she never really got over it. I thought when those tiny cute babies were born, she’d bond with them, but she never did.”

Minerva found herself thinking of her own situation. She’d felt close to her mother but not to her father. As hard as she’d tried to please him, she’d always felt as if she never truly had his approval. “It’s tough growing up with a parent you aren’t certain really likes you.”

Lucy nodded. “It was for the best that Ingrid left. Not that I don’t think those little ones need a mother but they need someone who’s not so selfish or self-centered, someone who loves them.” Lucy glanced toward the kitchen door. “We’d better drop this subject. Judd doesn’t like me talking about her.”

Minerva nodded and let her curiosity turn in another direction. “Have you worked for Mr. Graham a long time?”

“A long time,” Lucy confirmed. “Ten years. Ever since he moved into this house. He was twenty-six and already one of the busiest architects and contractors in the Atlanta area. He’s a self-made man. His parents died in a car crash the year he earned his architect’s degree. His dad had a small construction company. Judd took it over and worked his tail off making it into what it is today.”

“He must be a tough boss,” Minerva said, recalling her encounters with the man.

“Tough but fair,” Lucy confirmed. “My husband, Bill, worked for his daddy and then for him.”

Minerva glanced at Lucy’s hand, for the first time noticing the simple gold band on her finger. “I didn’t arealize you were married.”

“Widowed,” Lucy corrected. “Three years ago. It was an accident at one of the sites. Until then I only came in days to clean and cook. But after Bill died, Judd suggested I move into the housekeeper’s quarters he’d had built onto the kitchen. Bill and I’d had our kids early and they were all grown and away from home. I didn’t much relish the idea of living alone, so I moved in.”

“John must have been around three at the time,” Minerva speculated.

Lucy nodded. “He hung around my kitchen constantly. Sweetest little boy, next to my own, that I’ve ever known. Having him underfoot helped ease the pain of my loss. When he broke his little arm, it just tore me to pieces. Between me and his nanny, Claudia, we babied him unmercifully.”

“He broke his arm?”

“Took a tumble out of bed when he was supposed to be napping.”

Maybe he wasn’t worried about having a nanny who would mistreat his brother and sisters, Minerva thought. Maybe he was just worried about one who wasn’t vigilant enough. Breaking his arm at such a young age coupled with his mother’s desertion had to have left him feeling uncertain about the world. She breathed a mental sigh of relief. She hadn’t liked suspecting that the children had been mistreated.

Exhausted from her day, Minerva said good-night to Lucy and retired to her room while Judd was still reading to the children. After a long, hot shower, she climbed into bed. Before lying down, she made certain both intercoms from the children’s rooms were turned on so she would hear if they woke in the night. Then she turned off her light, lay back and listened to the giggles as Judd tucked in the children, telling each one that he loved them.

Recalling the parting between her and her father, a bitter smile curled her lips. She had not told him until this morning of her plans to leave. She had begun looking for a full-time job a couple of days before his marriage to Julianna and had packed while they were away on their honeymoon. Yesterday, before they returned, she’d loaded her things into her car. As she put the last item in, she’d wondered if he would even notice and guessed he wouldn’t. During the past couple of weeks she’d spent a lot of time remembering their time together and realized that he’d rarely paid much attention to her unless he wanted something for himself. And she’d been right. He hadn’t noticed her loaded car or her sparse room.

When he and Julianna had arrived home last night, they’d sunk down in the chairs in the living room and, pleading exhaustion from their travels, expected her to wait on them. And knowing this would be the last time, she had done just that while they’d laughed and talked together about their trip and never once asked her how she’d been and what she’d done during their absence.

So this morning, hearing her father’s shower running at its usual early hour, she’d waited for him to come down to breakfast. Peter Brodwick had frowned at his place at the table as he entered. There was no plate of eggs and ham waiting for him. His gaze shifted to his daughter seated in her chair with a cup of coffee in front of her. “Where’s my breakfast?”

“If you want someone to cook something for you, you can wake up your new wife,” Minerva had replied calmly. “I merely stayed until you came in so that I could say goodbye. I’m all packed and have found a new place to live.”

Peter’s frown turned to a fatherly smile. “There is no reason for you to move out. There’s plenty of room here for you, your new stepmother and me.”

The house, situated in one of the well-maintained but older communities of Atlanta, was certainly large enough, Minerva conceded. “I know how much room you have here. Ever since I was sixteen and mother died, I’ve cleaned it for you. I’ve also done your laundry and cooked for you. But now you have a new chief cook and housekeeper, and I’m going to have a life of my own.”

Peter’s frown returned. “Julianna is not the domestic type.”

“I know.” The anger Minerva had been hiding bubbled to the surface. “I heard the two of you talking a couple of days before the wedding.”

“You eavesdropped on us,” he growled accusingly.

“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t like the movie I went out to see and came home early. I was on my way upstairs when I heard my name mentioned. You wanted to send me to live with my dear brother, Gerald, so that you and Julianna could be alone. But she pointed out that if I left, who would get up and fix you breakfast? She made it clear she intended to sleep in the mornings. And she also wanted to know who would clean the house and do the laundry.”

“Are you complaining about doing your chores...your fair share? I’ve taken good care of you. You did what is considered woman’s work around here, and I’ve provided you with a roof over your head and food to eat.”

“Yes, you have. But that wasn’t why I stayed. I stayed because I thought you loved me and you needed me. And you said as much when I wanted to go away to college.”

“I do love you and need you,” he assured her.

“I’m not sure about the love part but you did need me. You needed someone to be your maid.”

“It wasn’t as if you were a slave. I paid for you to go to college here in town,” he said in his defense.

“True. But when I finished and wanted to get a full-time job, you talked me out of it. You insinuated that I owed you and I was being an ingrate if I didn’t let you come first on my list of priorities. And I did so want you to love me. So I settled for a part-time job that wouldn’t interfere with my having your breakfast and dinner on the table when you wanted it there.”

He regarded her dryly. “And I suppose you’re going to blame me for you being nearly thirty and not married, either.”

“You’ve pointed out many times that I’m not a beauty... that I take after Aunt Mamie rather than my mother. And, when a man has shown interest in me, you’ve found flaws in him. But, no, I don’t blame you for my not being married. You’re right about me being a plain Jane and you were right about every suitor I’ve ever had. None were the right husband material for me.”

His voice took on a coaxing quality. “You don’t really want to spend the rest of your life living alone in a tiny little apartment.”

“I don’t know what I want except that I want my freedom.”

His manner became practical. “You can’t afford to support yourself on your salary from the day-care center. And I hope you don’t think you can take any furniture out of this house.”

“I’m taking nothing but my personal belongings. And I have a new job.”

The plea returned to his voice. “I still need you. Come on, honey. You don’t really want to leave. You just feel a little out of place with Julianna joining the household. But you shouldn’t.”

“I don’t feel out of place. I feel freed. You have someone to take care of you and I can get on with my life.” Rising, she walked to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I wish you all the best.”

The anger returned to his face. “You’ll regret this. You’ll fail on your own.”

A curl of fear had woven through her. He’d made that prediction in the past and it had caused her to hesitate, to question her ability to survive on her own and finally to retreat to the safe haven he offered her. But not this time. Before she’d been able to convince herself that he loved her and that was why he was so concerned. Now she knew he’d only kept her there because he’d wanted her free services. “Every bird must spread its wings and fly. I’d hoped you’d wish me luck.”

“You need more than luck to survive in the real world. When you crash land, my door will be open and your room will be waiting just as you’ve left it.”

She scowled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Nodding toward a note on the refrigerator, she said, “I left my new address and phone number.” Then not waiting for him to continue to attempt to undermine her determination, she’d strode out the door.

Backing out of the driveway, she’d noted that he hadn’t even stepped outside to watch her leave. “No doubt he’s more concerned about finding something for his breakfast,” she’d muttered, then shoved him out of her mind and turned her thoughts to finding Judd Graham’s home.

Now lying in bed her first night there, she vowed never to allow herself to be used or manipulated again. From this moment on, she would always face the truth and never deceive herself or allow others to deceive her.

She drew a long, deep refreshing breath, then released it. Smiling, she turned to Travis. “I’m in charge of my own destiny now and I like it.” Then snuggling into her pillow, she slept.


Chapter Four

Two weeks later, Minerva sat at the breakfast table doing her part to see that the majority of the food got on the inside rather than the outside of the triplets. Wanda Johnston had not found her another position and after the first week, Minerva had stopped asking. The truth was, hard work had never bothered her and she was growing very fond of the children.

The ringing of the phone momentarily startled the triplets into silence. Then it was forgotten as their father rose to answer it.

“Minerva, the phone is for you,” he said, laying the receiver on the counter and returning to the table to take over her position amidst the triplets.

She heard the edge of displeasure in his voice and frowned as she rose. Surely he couldn’t begrudge her a simple phone call.

“Congratulations,” Wanda Johnston greeted her cheerfully as soon as Minerva picked up the phone and said hello. “You’ve stuck it out longer than anyone I’ve sent.” In her usual hurried manner, she didn’t wait for a response but continued in a rush of words. “And while I’d like for you to stay so I don’t have to find someone else to send into the lion’s den, I am a woman of my word. I was going to call you yesterday but got caught up with other things so I figured I’d call you early this morning. Anyway, a teaching job has just opened up at one of the most prestigious boarding schools in Georgia.”

As she named the school and continued with the job description, Minerva looked toward the table. Getting out from under Judd Graham’s watchful eye would be a relief. Then her gaze traveled to the triplets and to John. The worry that whoever replaced her wouldn’t take good care of them tormented her.

“Well what do you say?” Wanda asked, coming to an abrupt halt. “I thought you’d be gushing with delight.”

Wanda was right, Minerva told herself. She should be gushing with delight. This was a terrific opportunity. Then she saw Henry’s playful smile. In the next instant he’d grabbed Judy’s favorite doll from beside her. Judy started to cry and all Minerva could think about was comforting her. “I really appreciate the offer but I’m going to pass on it. I’m sort of settled in here. Thanks for everything, Wanda. Goodbye.” Hanging up, she returned to the table as Judd returned the doll to Judy and the tears ceased.

“Thanks for staying,” Judd said, rising from her chair.

The open gratitude on his face shocked her. Since her arrival, he’d made her feel as if she was constantly on trial. The fact that he obviously approved of the job she was doing brought a rush of pleasure. Stunned by its intensity, she told herself that it was only normal to be pleased to be told you were doing a good job. Still, as she felt herself being drawn into his dark gaze, her heart began to beat double time.

Suddenly panic showed on his face, breaking the spell. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Henry’s cereal bowl perched precariously on the edge of the table. Don’t let yourself get so distracted, she admonished silently, catching the bowl just before it fell.

“Nice move,” Judd complimented.

Again Minerva experienced an intense rush of pleasure. Taking her seat at the table and forcing her attention back to the triplets, she admitted that Judd Graham was a distracting man. When he was in the house, she was always aware of his presence. Because I’m constantly looking over my shoulder to find him watching me, judging me, she’d complained to Travis on several occasions. But this morning had been a whole new experience. Approval had replaced his judgmental air and she was still basking in its warmth.

The ringing of the front doorbell sounded above the children’s breakfast clatter.

“This appears to be our morning for early callers,” Lucy said, already pushing her chair back. “I’ll get it.” Taking the long way around the table, she paused beside Minerva’s chair and gave Minerva’s shoulders a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re staying, too,” she said, then hurried on her way as the bell rang again.

Calm was reigning at the table when Lucy returned. “You have a visitor, Minerva,” she announced.

Looking past the housekeeper, Minerva was surprised to see her father following Lucy into the kitchen.

“Thought I would stop by on my way to work and see how your new job is coming along,” Peter said.

Judd rose and extended his hand to the newcomer. “Judd Graham,” he introduced himself.

“Peter Brodwick,” Minerva’s father returned, accepting the handshake.

Judd made a quick introduction of the children and Lucy, then offered Peter a cup of coffee.

“No, thanks,” Peter said in refusal. “I just came by to check on my daughter. Looks like she’s got her hands full.”

“She’s managing very well,” Judd assured him.

Minerva recognized the polite mask on her father’s face. Beneath it, she knew he was finding fault with everything he saw.

“I was wondering if it would be possible for me to speak to Minerva privately,” Peter requested.

Realizing that she had not missed her father... that she had been enjoying life without his constantly finding fault with her or trying to manipulate her into doing his bidding, she had no desire to talk privately with him. “I’m really very busy,” she protested.

Clearly not wanting her to feel she could not take a few minutes out of her duties for her family, Judd said, “Lucy and I will take over for a while.”

Knowing it would look impolite and possibly raise questions if she refused, Minerva thanked him and led her father back through the house to the living room. Once there, she braced herself. “So to what do I owe this visit?”

“Honey, I love you. And as your father, I felt I should check up on you and make certain you were okay.”

His voice was soft, warm and fatherly. How many times had she allowed herself to believe he really cared for her when he’d talked to her that way only to have him undermine some plan she’d made for her future that didn’t serve him? “I’m doing very well, thank you,” she assured him.

“Looks to me like they’re working you ragged.” He placed an arm around her shoulders. “I just want you to know that you’re welcome to come home anytime you want.”

She worked her way free. “I’m really very happy here.”

“You’re still angry with me for marrying Julianna.” He sighed. “Your mother’s been gone a long time. Surely you didn’t want me to spend the rest of my life mourning her.”

“I am not angry with you for marrying Julianna. In fact, I’m pleased. Now I can have a life of my own.”

He frowned patronizingly. “I wouldn’t call this much of a life.”

“It suits me,” she replied curtly.

He patted her on the shoulder. “I didn’t come here to make you angry.”

Minerva smiled dryly. She knew this ploy. When she was much younger, he’d used it often. He’d provoke her into losing her temper then suggest that she was too immature to do whatever she’d been planning to do, thus providing him with an excuse to refuse to allow her to proceed and in many cases weakening her selfconfidence. “I’m not angry. But I am busy.”

His fatherly, coaxing smile returned. “Then I won’t keep you from your charges. I just wanted to let you know that both Julianna and I will welcome you home anytime you get tired of nursemaiding someone else’s children.”

The unspoken insinuation that she should be concentrating on looking for a husband so that she could have a family of her own almost caused her to laugh. How many times had he subtly let her know that he expected her to die an old maid? “I appreciate the offer but it won’t be necessary.” As she spoke, she led him toward the front door.

“Just remember our home is your home, too,” he said, dropping a light kiss on her cheek before exiting.

Watching his departing back, Minerva knew she would never take him up on that offer. She could finally call her life her own and she liked it.

“Is there a problem at home? Do you need some time off today?” Judd Graham’s voice broke into her thoughts.

“No.” She turned to find him standing a few feet behind her. “No problem.”

“Your father seemed a little on edge.”

“His eggs probably weren’t done to his liking this morning,” she replied, wondering if he’d had to cook them himself or if Julianna had succumbed to his wishes and was getting up to fix his breakfast.

“Sounds like a very demanding man.”

“Living with him made adjusting to you a cinch.” Minerva flushed when she realized what she’d said.

Judd raised an eyebrow as if to say he felt he’d been unfairly maligned. John had joined his father and was regarding her questioningly as if he didn’t understand her complaint.

Minerva was feeling empowered. She’d faced her father and had not been tempted to give in to his manipulations. Admittedly Judd Graham was more intimidating than Peter Brodwick but he, too, was just a man. Her shoulders squared as, after two weeks of keeping silent about their scrutiny, she prepared to speak her mind. “It hasn’t been easy having you and John both constantly watching me. I feel as if I should have a permanent burn scar in the middle of my shoulder blades.”

Judd reached down and placed a hand on the shoulder of his eldest son. “I suppose we are a bit overly protective. But I won’t apologize for that.”

Minerva noted that the set of both of their jaws was identical. John was definitely a miniature of his father. “I don’t expect you to. I was merely pointing out that it was because I lived so many years under my father’s critical gaze that I could handle the two of you. However, I suspect your watchfulness was one of the reasons you haven’t been able to keep a nanny for any length of time.”

“A couple did mention that our hovering got on their nerves,” Judd conceded.

Surprised by this admission, Minerva’s gaze levelled on him. There was a sheepishness about his expression that softened his usually hard featured face. At that moment, he looked rather appealing. And for the second time this morning, he stirred a warmth within her.

“We’re going to be late,” John reminded him.

The sheepishness disappeared and Judd Graham was once again her cool, authoritarian boss. “If you’re certain you don’t need some time off, John and I’ll be on our way.”

“I’m certain I don’t need any time off,” she reconfirmed, shaken by these new reactions to the man. Relieved that he was leaving, she smiled down at John. “Have a good day and I’ll see you at...” The sentence died on her lips as she squatted down for a closer look at the area behind his ears and down onto his neck. Half a dozen red splotches with small white heads in the center had emerged. “Looks like chicken pox,” she announced.

“Chicken pox,” both males echoed in unison.

“Chicken pox,” Minerva repeated. “I taught at a preschool before I took this job. I’ve seen them before.” She looked worriedly at Judd. “I had them as a kid so I’m immune. Please tell me you did too. They’re uncomfortable when you’re a child but they’re really dangerous if you get them as an adult.”

“I had them,” Judd assured her.

Minerva breathed a sigh of relief. “If you’ll put John to bed, I’ll go check with Lucy and make sure she’s had them, then I’ll call your pediatrician.”

Judd nodded and headed down the hall with John.

In the kitchen, again to her relief, Minerva discovered that Lucy had not only had the chicken pox but had nursed her children through them.

A short while later, John was back in bed. Judd was on his way to the drugstore to pick up the antihistamine and calamine lotion that the doctor had prescribed to help alleviate the itching that was bound to begin soon, and more children’s strength acetaminophen for the fever.

The triplets had been ordered to leave John alone...an order that only made them want to hang around him more.

“Shouldn’t we let them be exposed so they’ll get it and get it over with?” Lucy asked, when Minerva shooed the triplets out of the room and closed the gate.

“They’ve already been exposed. A lot will only cause their cases to be worse.” Minerva repeated what one of the mothers had told her that her doctor had told her.

Lucy didn’t look convinced.

“And I’m sure they’ll get plenty more exposure,” Minerva continued, noting the way all three were remaining at the closed gate, staring in at their brother.

Judd arrived back at the house about half an hour later. Going in to see John, he frowned anxiously. “I have to go out to one of my sites for a short while. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Minerva, who had followed him in to give John a dose of the antihistamine, smiled reassuringly. “He’ll be just fine. I’ll give him some acetaminophen for his fever and he should sleep for a while.”

Both looked at her and she read the uncertainty in their eyes. “You two are the most distrusting men I’ve ever known,” she grumbled. Her gaze flashed between the two of them. “I may not have actually taken care of a child with the chicken pox but I know what to do.” Her attention turned fully on Judd. “You had the doctor give me specific instructions and Lucy has nursed her two children through them. If I have any questions, I’ll ask her.”

Still not looking totally convinced, Judd waited until his son closed his eyes, then bid him goodbye, again promising to return as soon as possible.




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