The Nanny Proposal. Donna Clayton

birth to this little girl, but she couldn’t love the child more even if she had.

      “Let’s go have a tubby,” Jane crooned.

      She’d have to tell Greg the truth. She knew that. But she’d win his trust first. She’d show him that she was the mother for Joy that Pricilla simply didn’t have it in her to be.

      As she gathered together a towel, the baby shampoo and a washcloth, she felt her whole abdomen seize with icy dread. She had no legal claim on Joy. She couldn’t fight Greg for custody. Not when she was only the baby’s aunt. No court of law would side with her. And it seemed that Pricilla had lost all interest in helping her raise Joy.

      Hot tears blurred Jane’s vision as she plugged up the drain of the kitchen’s big porcelain sink and turned on the spigot. Joy reached up and tweaked Jane’s bottom lip between her chubby fingers, seeming to sense her melancholy mood.

      “It’s okay,” Jane said. And she didn’t know whether her words were meant more to assure the baby or herself. Then she whispered, “It really is going to be okay.”

      She was with Joy. And for the moment, that was going to have to be enough.

      Joy was still splashing in the warm water of the sink when Jane heard Greg come in through the front door.

      “Hello? Jane? Where are you?”

      The frantic tone of the doctor’s voice had her frowning. Something was wrong. Something terrible. Goose bumps rose on her arms as some kind of intrinsic proof.

      Leaving the baby unattended wasn’t an option, so she called out, “We’re in here. In the kitchen.”

      He literally burst through the doorway.

      “What?” The anxiety pulsing from him frightened Jane and she reached for Joy with both hands, pulling her from the sink and clutching the baby’s wet body to her, heedless of the water dribbling down her clothing. “What’s the matter?”

      The sight of them seemed to assuage the apprehension that darkened his green eyes.

      “I was just…worried.”

      She didn’t like his tone. Or his frown. Or the way he was looking at her. This morning—and then again when he’d come home at lunchtime—he had been so confident in her, so at ease with the idea that she was caring for Joy, so relieved to have her help.

      “You see,” he continued in a rush to explain his abrupt arrival, “I was feeling a little nervous. It’s been quite a while since lunch and…and this is your first day with Joy and all.”

      Trepidation had Jane’s gaze narrowing. Something had happened to cause this anxiety in him. And it must have to do with her. He was obviously having second thoughts about hiring her.

      Greg went to the counter, picked up the towel and wrapped it around his daughter. His fingertips pressed against Jane’s shoulder, her arm, her waist, every place that he tucked the towel around Joy’s little body.

      “You’re getting soaked.”

      His tone was calmer now, and it smoothed over her like warm velvet. Jane’s throat went dry, a giddy feeling rose up in her chest and she blinked several times. She wished her body wouldn’t react to him, to his touch, to his voice, so…wildly.

      Thankfully, he was distracted by Joy’s smile of greeting—a smile that turned into a delighted giggle at the sight of her daddy.

      “Hey, little girl,” he said softly. “Did you miss me today?”

      He went to take Joy from Jane.

      “But you’ll get your suit all wet,” Jane warned.

      “It’s okay.” Joy went to him, gladly. “It’s only water. It’ll dry.”

      He gave his daughter a soft kiss on the forehead. The gesture was sweet enough to make Jane smile. She didn’t want to like Greg Hamilton. She wanted him to be the ogre she’d conjured him to be in her mind. But that image was fading fast. It was obvious that he cared about his little girl.

      But he refused to help Pricilla unless she signed over full custody. This man is too controlling. Heartlessly so.

      Jane pushed aside the silent arguments for and against him. She needed to focus on the here and now.

      “Why don’t you take her into her room?” she suggested. “I was just going to get her ready for bed.”

      She led the way down the hall, and Greg made delightful baby conversation with his daughter as he followed. The sound of it made Jane grin even though an uneasiness was swirling in her belly.

      “You know—” he sat Joy on the changing table and dried her with the towel “—it’s a good thing I came straight home. Bedtime is a nightmare around here. This little girl cries herself to sleep every night. It’s usually a three-hour ordeal. You might be sorry you got yourself into this.”

      “Oh, no.” Jane smiled to herself as she searched through the dresser drawer for pajama top and bottom. She quietly added, “I’ll never be sorry. That’s for sure.”

      He set the towel aside and eased Joy down so he could place a diaper on her bottom. “You really didn’t have any problems today? She took a nap for you? Ate her lunch?”

      “Not a single tear,” she told him. “All day long. She ate some rice cereal for lunch. A little applesauce. And drank a bottle of milk. Then she napped for more than an hour.”

      Jane approached the changing table and tickled Joy’s belly. “You were a perfect little angel weren’t you, my Joy?”

      Suddenly, Jane froze. Had she acted too familiar with her niece? Would Greg realize she was no stranger to this baby?

      “She is an angel, isn’t she?”

      Greg’s easy manner made her want to sigh with relief. Her expression was stiff as she looked up at him.

      “Yes, she is.”

      She busied herself tucking one of Joy’s feet into the leg of the cotton pajama bottom.

      “Jane.”

      He paused. He swallowed. And Jane knew he was about to say something she wasn’t going to like.

      “I’ve been thinking,” he continued. “Maybe we, um, jumped into this, ah, arrangement too quickly.”

      “No way.” She waved off his remark, keeping her tone airy and light, then reached to pull the elastic-waist pants over Joy’s little bottom. But fear lumped in her throat. He was going to fire her just when she’d found Joy. He was going to ask her to leave his home just when she’d been reunited with her little girl. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t!

      “Don’t you worry about me,” she told him. “I’m just fine. I told you, Joy and I made out great together today. We played. We laughed. I read to her. And I cleaned the house.” Her words came tumbling from her tongue in a rush. “I washed clothes. I cleaned up the kitchen. I picked up. And…” She paused to take a deep breath, sitting Joy up and dressing her in the pajama top. The last thing she wanted was to sound too desperate. That might make Greg ill at ease. “I cooked dinner. I saved you a plate. It’s ready to be reheated in the microwave.”

      She lifted Joy onto her hip, then tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Taking a deep inhalation, she tried to control the fear that had a tight grip on her. Finally, she glanced up at Greg. “Please give me a chance.”

      A frown dug deeply into his brow. “It’s not you,” he said. “You’ve done a great job. And I do appreciate it.” His head tilted a fraction. “It’s me.”

      Joy squirmed to get down onto the floor among her toys, so Jane put the baby down and moved some blocks within her reach. Then she straightened her spine and looked at Greg.

      “I was talking with my friends this evening,” he said. “Both