Nanny in Hiding. Patricia Kay

would lay odds Amy Gordon was a good person and her references would all check out.

      So he wasn’t sorry he’d offered her the job. In fact, he had a strong feeling she would be the best nanny his girls had ever had.

      “So tell me about your brother,” Amy said. She and Lorna were sitting on the porch—Lorna in the swing, Amy in a nearby rocking chair. Each sipped from a glass of wine. The heat of the day had finally succumbed to nightfall and the strengthening wind that promised rain before morning. It was so peaceful sitting there in the moonlight, listening to crickets chirping and the wind rustling through the leaves of the big magnolia tree that dominated the front yard. Amy could feel all the stress and worry of the past couple of days falling from her shoulders.

      “Bryce is one of the good guys,” Lorna said. “Of course, I am prejudiced since he’s my brother, but even so, it’s true. I admire him and respect him more than just about anyone in the world.”

      Amy couldn’t help the stab of envy. She had always wanted brothers and sisters. “What happened to his wife?”

      “Ovarian cancer. She died three years ago.”

      “That’s tough.”

      “Yes, it was. We were all pretty broken up about it. Michelle, well, she was special. We all loved her. Even Mother.”