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by Marie Fague, the president and owner of the Gentle Hands Nanny Agency. Excuses, illness, blah blah blah, personal guarantee that Kelsey Hanson would be an excellent temporary fit until Hope was able to go back to work. Background check, driving record…
    He looked up. “You’re one of Marie’s regular nannies?”
    Pale skin shimmered below the glow of her tan. “No…not exactly. I usually just help with the website.”
    “But you’re here to take care of my kids?” The whole scene was so surreal, he could barely make sense of anything she was saying. “Are you sure you’re qualified?”
    She paused, taking a breath and letting it out slowly before she continued. “I assure you, Marie wouldn’t have sent me if she didn’t think I’d be able to do the job. If you aren’t comfortable, though, I understand completely.”
    She continued to speak, saying something about a restaurant and salmonella, a last-minute search and the usual temps all being busy with summer plans. She spoke mechanically, her nerves visible in the way she played with the narrow strap of her purse.
    Inadvertently, he found himself staring at her fingers, and then her shirt, which naturally led his gaze to her breasts, and then he was struck by the memory of kissing those breasts back in his hotel room.
    He tripped over the next few words, overwhelmed by a sudden stiffness between his legs. “I’m sorry, what?”
    “Marie wasn’t able to find anyone else to take Hope’s place. If you would prefer to take care of them yourself until Hope is back on Wednesday or Thursday, I can let her know.”
    The door behind them jerked open, revealing Julia’s dark hair and pursed lips. “Daddy, I was calling and calling and you didn’t answer,” she complained. When she spotted Kelsey she stopped and cocked her head in curiosity. “Who is that?”
    “That’s the babysitter.” He could barely force the word from his mouth.
    “That’s the siren”? Yes . “That’s my sexual fantasy come to life”? Sure . But “that’s the babysitter”?
    Hell no.
    “But where’s Hope?” Julia stuck out her bottom lip. “I liked Hope. When is she coming?”
    Kelsey swayed from one foot to the other. “Maybe I should go.”
    Ross had almost started to nod when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and took a quick look at the name on the screen.
    Armand Herriot.
    He snapped straight in shock. “Come in,” he said abruptly, turning Julia around and pushing her back into the house. He motioned for Kelsey follow, suddenly not caring in the slightest that he’d just invited his one-night stand into the house with his children. “I’ve got to take this call.”
    …
    Kelsey watched Ross’s broad back disappear into a sitting room while the little girl who wore Ross’s striking azure eyes gazed back at her. They examined each other in silence.
    Her pulse still raced at the sight of him. Ross Bencher. The man she’d fantasized about for three years. The best sex of her life. Total abandon in a hotel room. The shoulders, the hands, the eyes…all of it just as she’d remembered. And she remembered other things, too. Things she absolutely shouldn’t be remembering in front of a child. And these were the kids he’d told her about? Jenna was the wife he’d just divorced?
    What kind of sick sense of humor did fate have, anyway?
    Big blue eyes stared at her.
    Don’t panic.
    With an enormous effort of will, she pushed the memories of Ross out of her head and tried to think of the various bits of advice Marie had given her for dealing with the children. Don’t talk down to them. Be firm but pick your battles. Listen. Play. Be creative. Before you say no, ask yourself why.
    She crouched down so she wasn’t looming over the little girl and held out her hand. “I’m Kelsey. It’s nice to meet you.”
    Julia looked at her hand as if it was a scaly reptile and took a step back. She furrowed her brow. “Hope was supposed to be here