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an elementary school teacher, you know- and I have a first aid certification.”
    Paul didn’t speak, but he flashed her a playful smile.
    He was really rather attractive when he did that. Bridget thought, finally bothering to notice his chocolaty eyes and handsome face.
    Bridget tore her eyes away from her new employer and tried to concentrate on finishing up the dishes, but her gaze kept sneaking sideways. Paul had finished washing, but he was still lean ing up against the sink. The front of his shirt was damp and it clung to his torso, hinting at a physique that was toned and lean. Bridget thought that he must get a lot of exercise, although she couldn’t imagine when he found the time!
    “When do you go in to the restaurant?” she asked, hoping to distract herself with conversation.
    Paul shrugged, “Whenever I want. I’m usually there already…but I may wait out the lunch.”
    Bridget nodded, “Good. Do you think you’d be okay with Tad for a half an hour while I pop back and get my things?”
    “ Alone? ” Paul asked.
    Bridget sighed. She didn’t like the idea any more than he did, but she didn’t think that it would be good for Tad to go back to the old apartment. He might get confused and think he’d gone home to stay.
    “Just for a few minutes,” she told him. “My bags are already packed. I saw that video you had sitting out for him last night. He loves Robot Q & Friends…just pop it on the telly and he won’t give you any problems at all.”
    “But- but-”
    “It’s honestly not that hard,” Bridget said.  She summoned a smile, trying to instill some self-assurance in Paul. In truth she didn’t have a great deal of confidence in him herself, not when it came to looking after his young son anyway, but she would have to take a risk.
    “But what if he needs something?” Paul asked lamely, following Bridget as she walked out of the kitchen.
    “Then you’ll get it for him, or help him with whatever he needs.  I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out,” she said.  “I promise not to be long.  Tad!”  At her call, the little boy appeared.  “What do you have to say to your daddy?” she prompted.
    Tad looked up at her. He hesitated for a moment, but after a nod and an encouraging smile from his nanny the little boy turned to his father.
    “Thank you for my breakfast, Daddy,” he said obediently, as if he had been practicing the words over in his head.  Bridget relaxed a bit when he added more naturally, “You got the yellow bit of the egg just right on your first try!”
    Bridget thought she saw Paul’s lips twitch in an uncertain smile.  “Thanks. Uhm…how do you like your… yellow bit?”
    “Gooey!”
    Paul nodded.  “I’ll remember,” he assured his son.
    Bridget took advantage of this promising moment to remind Tad that she had to go and pick up her things.  He was obviously reluctant to let her go, but she managed to distract him with the promise of his favorite television show, and sent father and son off to watch it together.
    Bridget crossed her fingers and hurried out to her waiting cab. She prayed that Tad would still be in one piece when she got back to Paul’s apartment.  She really shouldn’t have to worry this much about leaving the boy in the care of his father.
    It didn’t take long to get to Phoebe’s old brownstone. Bridget was already packed. She wasn’t sad about leaving Phoebe’s house now that she knew that she could stay with Tad.  Phoebe’s place was slightly cozier than Paul’s apartment, but the difference was negligible. Most of the homey touches around the place were attributable to Bridget.  Phoebe had never been home long enough to add any real imprint of her own.  To her, the space had been nothing but a landing pad between Telluride and Los Angeles- and a place to warehouse her son.
    Bridget checked each room for anything that she or Tad might have forgotten.  Finding nothing, she moved her suitcases into the front hall