Part-Time Wife. Сьюзен Мэллери

wall. “It’s an automatic, so you shouldn’t have any trouble driving it.”

      She looked at the large truck-size vehicle. “As long as I don’t have to parallel park, I’ll be fine.”

      He opened the door and waited for her to step inside. She did so, then gasped audibly. He looked over her head and saw why.

      There was a half bath on the right and the laundry room on the left. Piles of clothing toppled out of both rooms into the small hallway. More clothing was stacked in the family room. There were books, school backpacks, newspapers and toys littering the floor, coffee table and sofa. One end of the big dark blue leather sectional was buried under jackets and a pile of clean clothes he’d managed to run through the washer and dryer the previous evening. He’d asked the boys to sort out their belongings and take them upstairs, but no one had bothered.

      Shoes formed an intricate pattern across the rug. Magazines for kids, car lovers, computer buffs and music fans had been tossed everywhere. Stacks of newspapers, more magazines, toys and a few actual books filled the bookcases on either side of the stone fireplace. The entertainment center to the right of the fireplace contained a TV, which was on, a VCR and stereo equipment. Videos had been piled next to the unit. The shelf where they belonged was bare.

      Craig shifted her suitcase to his left hand and motioned to the mess. “I don’t know what to say,” he murmured. “I hadn’t realized it had gotten so bad.”

      Jill turned and looked at him. Her green eyes were wide, her mouth open. “You didn’t realize? How could you not? This isn’t a mess it’s a…a…” She closed her mouth. “I don’t know what it is.”

      “I guess I should have gotten in a cleaning service.”

      He glanced around the room. C.J. and Danny were standing in front of the entrance to the kitchen. He was glad. If Jill saw that, she would turn tail and run. Damn it, he couldn’t blame her, either. How had this happened? Why hadn’t he been paying attention?

      “There are four men living here,” he said, by way of an explanation.

      “More like four wild animals.”

      Danny chuckled at her comment. Jill smiled at the boy and the tightness at the base of Craig’s neck eased a little. Maybe she wasn’t going to leave.

      “I’ll get a service in,” he said.

      “I’ll arrange it first thing Monday morning,” she said, nudging a soccer ball out of her way so she could step farther into the room. “You don’t want a nanny, Craig, you want a part-time slave. Anybody around here know what a vacuum looks like?”

      “I do!” Danny said brightly. “But I’ve never used it.”

      “That seems to be a family trait.”

      Craig set the suitcase down. “I’m sorry, Jill. I should have noticed what had happened to this place. We haven’t talked about salary yet and I—”

      She held up her hand to stop him. “No. I can’t be bribed. I agreed to do this for Kim and I will. For exactly what you were going to pay her. Just tell me one thing. Is it worse upstairs?”

      “Sure is,” C.J. said proudly and grinned. “Wanna see?”

      “Not just yet.”

      Just then something moved on the sofa. Craig saw Ben stretching toward the remote control to change the channel. As always, the sight of his oldest brought on a wave of regret and frustration. He knew he was doing something wrong, but he didn’t know what. He tried to encourage the boy to be more active. He practiced sports with him when he could. They’d talked about Ben needing to eat less. Nothing had helped. He could see his oldest was in a lot of pain, but he didn’t know how to help.

      “Ben, this is Jill Bradford.”

      Ben didn’t bother turning his attention from the television. “I thought her name was Kim.”

      “I told you yesterday. Kim eloped. Jill is taking her place. Say hello.”

      “You’re leaving us with someone you don’t even know? A woman you’ve just met? Thanks, Dad.”

      The censure in the twelve-year-old’s tone made Craig’s hands tighten into fists, but he didn’t move. He knew Ben was trying to get to him, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. “Ms. Bradford isn’t just some woman I found. I’ve interviewed her and checked on her. She’s very—”

      The sight of someone on the sofa had startled Jill enough that she was able to focus on something other than the disaster that had once been a very attractive family room. Craig’s comment captured her attention. “You checked me out? Behind my back?”

      “Yes.” He frowned. “I don’t know you. I can’t trust my children with just anyone.”

      “I know but it’s so yucky. Sneaking around behind my back.”

      “I did not sneak.”

      His brown eyes darkened with a combination of concern and temper. She understood both. She shouldn’t have questioned him, at least not in front of the boys. C.J. and Danny were staring at her, while Ben hadn’t taken his attention from the television. The house looked as if it had been overrun by a fraternity, and she was about to be put in charge of three children. She who had sworn she would never get involved with someone else’s kids again. She was in over her head and sinking fast. Yet she couldn’t walk away. From the look of things, she was needed. Aaron, her ex-husband, had needed a wife and surrogate mother. Any woman would have done. These boys needed a nanny and there was no one else around. She’d always been a sucker for being needed. Only this time she was going to be smart. She was going to keep from getting personally involved. She wasn’t the boys’ part-time mother, and she wasn’t Craig’s part-time wife. She was only the hired help. Assuming she survived the first week, when spring break arrived she would be out of here. It was just a job.

      Craig glanced at his watch again. He was obviously late. In his well-fitting black uniform, he looked competent and dangerous. An interesting combination. Her body continued to react to this close encounter with a good-looking man. She ignored the sweaty palms and slightly elevated pulse. He would be gone soon. From the looks of the house, he was gone a lot.

      “I’ll be fine,” she said, stepping farther into the room. “You go to work. The boys and I will handle the introductions.”

      “Are you sure? I hate to leave you but I was due at the station a half hour ago.”

      “We have lots to do,” she said, and smiled brightly. C.J. grinned in return. Danny gave her a shy half smile. Ben ignored everything but the television.

      “Okay, boys, be good for Jill. If there’s a problem, the station’s number is by the phone in the kitchen. See ya.” He gave a quick wave and disappeared out the door to the garage.

      It was one of those moments when the television went perfectly silent. The sound of the closing door was unnaturally loud in the suddenly still room. Two pairs of eyes focused on her. Jill found herself fighting the urge to run out and tell Craig she’d changed her mind. Instead she glanced around the room, sure it couldn’t be as bad as her first impression.

      Nope. It was worse. It would take two days to get it picked up enough for the cleaning service to find the dirt. Dear Lord, what had she gotten into?

      She thought briefly of Kim’s now-empty house and where she was going to go when her roommate returned from her honeymoon. The last couple of nights alone had given her too much time to brood. She was beginning to see that she was coasting through life without any direction. It was time to get moving again. Maybe this challenge was just the jump start she needed.

      “Okay, boys,” she said. “Let’s have a meeting and get to know each other. I want to hear how you do things, and I want to tell you what I expect in return.”

      Danny and C.J. were standing in front of the entrance to the kitchen. It was up two steps from