Her Reason To Stay. Anna Adams

society. I look after your sister. I’m my mother’s financial adviser. For my ex-wife…” He’d nursed Lisa for years, thinking she was on the verge of death. “I’m tired of being responsible, but it’s a hard habit to break.”

      “Okay. Don’t worry.”

      “I will if you don’t get it fixed.”

      “I can use a screwdriver as well as the guy in the office.” She lifted the paper he hadn’t noticed on her lap. “I’m looking for a job. Do you know a Mrs. Hennigan? She’s so desperate for child care she offered me the chance to look after her boys.”

      “Did you accept it?”

      “I saw her son Tyler riding their beagle. Tyler’s two, and the beagle must be about eighty-two. I figured I’d have to report Tyler to the SPCA, and that wouldn’t win me any points with his mommy.”

      “What about the older one? Drake?”

      “He hit me with a spitball in the back of the head before I could escape the house. Mrs. Hennigan says the boys are having separation anxiety since their last nanny left. I’m betting they could find her in the nearest home for child-care providers driven crazy by their charges.”

      “What did you do before you came here?”

      “Whatever.”

      Oh, yeah. He’d already tried that.

      “You weren’t boosting cars?”

      “I’m not sure you’re joking.”

      The suggestion seemed to spook him. “Why?” He shook his head. “Raina was right. I could find something for you in my office.”

      “Don’t tempt me.” She pleated her skirt with her fingers, then added, “I upset Raina.”

      He tugged at his collar, not wanting to know. “Yeah?” The arraignment, the deposition, his son’s fears, as well as Will’s longing for his mother, all had a place in line for Patrick’s attention. He had enough to do. Walking away from both Raina and Daphne would be the smartest thing to do. “What happened?”

      “She told me something.” Daphne scooped her hair behind her ear. “I was shocked, and she got upset.”

      “How could Raina shock you?”

      Daphne twisted her mouth. “I’m not sure I can say.”

      “Did you talk it out with her?”

      “She walked out. I ran after her, but I couldn’t find her.” She went back to ironing her skirt with her index finger and thumb. “I’ve tried calling her, but she doesn’t answer. Is she good at holding grudges?”

      “I can’t remember her ever holding one. Maybe if you gave me a little more to go on. Was this serious? Do you want me to talk to her?”

      Daphne’s spontaneous laugh warmed him like the spring sun at his back. “I think I can handle apologizing myself. If she’ll answer her phone.”

      “You matter to her,” he said. “Once you’re more at ease with each other, you’ll be able to argue and make up like normal sisters.”

      “You know this because?”