Nanny Makes Three. Joan Kilby

she walked back to her car. When pigs fly! What a disaster. She gave a last smile and a wave to Gregory and Alice Ann, then put her car in gear and set off. He was probably calling Mrs. Blundstone right now. Soon Alice Ann would be reading at a fourth-grade level. Melissa would wind up selling time-shares in the Simpson Desert over the phone to little old ladies. Diane and her kids would be found and sent back to her abusive husband. And Gregory would believe he’d done the right thing and wonder why he was still lonely.

      Melissa drew up with a start. Gregory, lonely? Where had that come from? He was a successful lawyer, a handsome man. He most likely had heaps of friends, not to mention women hanging around. But there was something in his eyes that said he was looking for more. Maybe like her, he didn’t even know what that something was. Or who. Okay, now she was getting fanciful.

      Her mobile phone rang just as she was about to turn out of his driveway onto Balderdash Road. “Hello?”

      “The job is yours.” Gregory’s voice sounded deeper over the phone.

      Melissa slammed on the brakes and the car slewed sideways in the gravel. “You mean it?”

      “Yes,” he replied. “Can you move in tomorrow?”

      “I’ll move in tonight!”

      “You are keen.” Gregory chuckled. “Okay, then. Come for dinner at six.” He paused. “I did mention, didn’t I, that I would also expect you to help out with the pigs occasionally?”

      “The pigs?” she repeated slowly.

      “Yes,” Gregory said. “Is that a problem?”

      Melissa swallowed. “No, not at all. I love pigs.”