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out loud.
    Screw it.
    She pushed the doorbell.

Chapter Four
    “Matt, Luke, Julia,” Ross bellowed as he reached for the front door, “the babysitter’s here.”
    No response. After he’d made a lousy breakfast of burned scrambled eggs and toast—single parenting did not necessarily imply decent cooking—the kids had hidden themselves away in the bowels of the enormous house. Luke had pounded up the stairs to his bedroom, scowl on his face and video game console in his hand. Matt had gone down to the basement, bouncing a soccer ball on one knee. Jenna had set up a little sports center down there, with a mini basketball hoop and a soccer goal against one wall. Julia had settled in to watch her favorite public television show. Ross figured he’d have to work hard to extract any of them from their chosen form of entertainment.
    He unlocked the door and pasted a friendly smile on his face. It faded the instant he took in the familiar visage of the woman at the door. Sun-kissed hair fell over her shoulders in long, loose braids. A sleeveless dress had been thrown loosely over a camisole, exposing delicate collarbones and the defined muscles of golden arms and shoulders. Her velvety brown eyes looked as surprised as he felt.
    “Kelsey?”
    It should have taken him some time to place her. He should have had a moment of doubt before he remembered her name. Instead, he felt like he’d just seen her the day before.
    She gaped at him, her mouth falling open slightly. He waited for her to say something, but she was apparently as startled as he was, because no sound emerged.
    The attraction was instant. Overwhelming. It had been three years, but he remembered her body as though it had been mapped onto his brain. Memories of their night together assaulted him. He tried to banish them, but images of long tangled hair and tanned skin lingered and burned behind his eyes.
    He stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind him.
    “What are you doing here?” He hoped the words sounded calm and detached, but it was no small feat, considering the loop of tape playing over and over in his head.
    Harder. Faster. Please.
    They’d made love three times that night. The first had been a blur of pent-up need, the second a more leisurely exploration of bodies and minds, and the third a silent affair with an underlying hint of sadness. He’d never even gotten her last name. They didn’t exchange phone numbers or make any promises to see each other again.
    Staying in touch would have been absurd. They couldn’t have been more different.
    She couldn’t have been more wrong for him.
    He waited another moment, caught somewhere between the urge to grab her in his arms and lose himself in that gorgeous mouth, and going back in the house and hoping he never had to see her again. Finally, she drew in a breath and started to speak.
    “I’m…” Her voice broke, and pink flushed her cheeks. There was an awkward silence, and then she said, her words tumbling out in an embarrassed rush, “I’m looking for Jenna Kellington. This is 6141 South Elain, isn’t it?”
    He let out a bark of laughter. “Jenna. You’re looking for Jenna, my ex-wife. She had to leave town unexpectedly. Why do you want her?”
    She clutched a manila folder against her chest. “Oh God. You’re Luke, Matt, and Julia’s father?”
    “Yes,” he drawled. “And?”
    “I’m your new babysitter.”
    Now he was the one left gaping.
    She handed him the folder. “Hope was supposed to come this morning, but she’s in the hospital with food poisoning. Marie tried to call Jenna to let her know but she didn’t get a response.”
    “She’s on her way to China,” he replied, his voice dim to his own ears. “Emergency at work.”
    Babysitter? His raging one-night stand? The most unsuitable, inappropriate woman he’d ever slept with was his babysitter ?
    He took the folder she extended, flipping it open without waiting for her response. A typed letter lay on top, signed