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not like I've had the money to do a lot of traveling."
    "No. I suppose not."
    Sarah glanced up and when she looked into his eyes it wasn't a look of pity she saw; it was a look of understanding.
    He understood.
    She felt her whole body relax before she remembered that she shouldn't go looking for sympathy from her new boss, even if he was a hottie.
    A famous hottie.
    "Tell you what," he said. "I'll send some food up. You can eat it in bed. When you're done, if you're feeling better, you can come downstairs and I'll show you the motor coach."
    "That's right. I'm supposed to head out today."
    "Only if you feel like it."
    "I'll feel like it."
    "We'll see."
    She watched him walk away after giving her a chipper smile, then hid her head in her hands.
    How had it happened?
    How had she ended up here, in this fancy house, working for a sexy race-car driver when three months ago she'd been happy, living with a man she'd thought might be "the one," teaching little ones their ABCs? No more putting up with drunks late at night while she drove a county bus to pay her way through college. No more living from paycheck to paycheck.
    She'd moved in with Ron and things had been looking up.
    And then creepy Peter, her ex-boyfriend, had decided to get even. Okay, so he had a good reason for being kind of peeved at her. She'd left him a few weeks before graduation. But to be fair, he'd been freaking her out with his growing possessiveness. So she'd broken it off. And, yeah, she'd gotten involved with Ron pretty quickly after that. But he was a teacher just like her and they'd had a lot in common. Peter had wigged out. Just went off the deep end. She knew he'd known about the pictures she'd taken, but she never, ever thought he'd dig them up and sell them to some porn magazine just to get even. He even had to forge her signature on the model's release. And then to send the magazine to the principal and a few of the parents when the pictures got published. It made her sick just thinking about it. And then Ron had dumped her. That hurt the worst and very obviously proved her point: Men couldn't be trusted.
    "Here we are," a female voice said, Sarah looking up to see a Hispanic woman enter the room, a tray of food dangling off a Great Barrier Reef of breasts presently contained by a tight red tank top. "I'm Rosa, the housekeeper."
    Rrrooddsa.
    That's how she said her name. Not Rosa like Sarah, a bona fide Anglo Saxon would say it, but R-r-r-o-d-d-d-sa.
    Rrodsa leaned down, setting the tray on the nightstand, apparently unaware that her low-waisted jeans didn't fit her quite right and so when she bent, they slid down like she was a plumber bending over a pipe. Sarah about to warn her that her "something" was in danger of falling out. Fortunately, Rosa straightened just before the critical moment.
    "You going to be driving the big banana boat from Mister Lance?" she asked, hands on her hips, her brown eyes narrowing as she glared down at her. She had hair like a wand of cotton candy, only black, and a mole that was too dark to be real. It sat near the corner of her mouth like a fly.
    Sarah had to replay the sentence in her mind. "Beg your pardon?" she asked when she realized she'd been so distracted by the pants, she'd missed what the big woman had said.
    "You know," Rosa said. "Drive the big bus." She mimicked the holding of a steering wheel with her hands.
    "Oh," Sarah said. "Yes, I am."
    "That's what he told me. He also told me he hit you with his car. You not going to sue him, are you?"
    Sarah drew back. "No. Of course not."
    "Good," she said, eyes narrowing like a bird of prey. "Mister Lance, he a good man. If I no married to my Jose, I snatch him up myself." She snapped her fingers for good measure.
    "Er. Okay," Sarah said, not sure what to make of the woman. She was like the Mama Corleone of housekeepers, staring down at her with such suspicion, Sarah wouldn't be surprised if a horse head showed up in her bed the next morning.
    "Here," she said,