The Nanny's Texas Christmas. Lee Tobin McClain

desire to keep Lana at a distance tried to raise its head, but his worry about his son, his gratitude about Logan’s safety, and the sheer terror he’d just been through, put his own concerns into perspective.

      Logan took priority. And if Lana would agree to be Logan’s nanny on a temporary basis, that would be best for Logan.

      And Flint would tolerate her nearness. Somehow.

      “Can she, Daddy?” Logan asked, his face eager.

      He turned to Lana, who looked like she was facing a firing squad. “Can you?” he asked her.

      “Please, Miss Alvarez?” Logan chimed in.

      Lana drew in a breath and studied them both, and Flint could almost see the wheels turning in her brain.

      He could see mixed feelings on her face, too. Fondness for Logan. Mistrust of Flint himself.

      Maybe a little bit of...what was that hint of pain that wrinkled her forehead and darkened her eyes?

      Flint felt like he was holding his breath.

      Finally, Lana gave a definitive nod. “All right,” she said. “We can try it. But I’m going to have some very definite rules for you, young man.” She looked at Logan with mock sternness.

      As they started walking toward the house again, Lana gave Flint a cool stare that made him think she might have some definite rules for him, too.