The Texas Ranger's Nanny. Rebecca Winters

possibility he might lose Claire, as she had just graduated from her master’s chemistry program. He and Jeremy had gone to the ceremony on Friday. Claire let Jeremy keep her tassel, which he’d proudly hung from a knob on the chest of drawers in his room.

      Now Claire was looking for a full-time position as a chemist. Once she found a job in her field, she’d be leaving them.

      Though Jeremy had known that Claire wouldn’t always be his nanny, the fact failed to register with his boy. When it came time for her to leave, his son would have a terrible time letting her go. Over the past nine months they’d forged a strong bond. Jeremy was crazy about Claire, who had brought laughter and fun back into the house. Vic couldn’t bear the thought of another loss bringing more pain to his son.

      Vic’s buddies at headquarters knew of his dilemma and encouraged him to pay Claire more money. Maybe she could be bribed into staying another year before leaving to work for some company who knows where. His fear was that she’d be leaving the state. He’d grown used to her presence and couldn’t imagine her living so far away. And Jeremy would have a real problem accepting that he might never see her again.

      Vic had substantial savings in the bank from the sale of both homes and his income as a Ranger. And his house in Austin came with enough property to keep his horses there. Money wasn’t a problem, and the idea of offering Claire a substantial raise was tempting.

      If she didn’t get the right job offer soon, he’d discuss with her the option of accepting a raise in her salary to keep her with them a little longer. But to be truthful, the reason he was having such a hard time letting her go wasn’t only because of Jeremy. Claire had a fun-loving nature that he liked to be around. They shared the same sense of humor, and she was very respectful of his privacy, which made him feel relaxed around her. You couldn’t bottle her positive attributes any more than you could bottle the coppery red-gold color of her hair. That’s why he knew he could never replace her.

      Selfishly, Vic hoped a great job offer wouldn’t come along for at least another year—let alone another man. When he’d hired Claire, she’d told him she didn’t have a boyfriend, and as far as he knew, that was still the case. But knowing how hard she’d worked to earn her graduate degree and make a place for herself in the world, made him feel like a terrible person for wanting to hold her back.

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      AFTER THE HOUSE cleaners left, Claire drove the three blocks to Pinehurst Elementary School to pick up little dark-haired Jeremy. The bell rang at three fifteen, but she always got there early because she didn’t want Jeremy to worry. He was usually the first of the kids to run out of the second grade pod. The moment he saw her four-year-old red Honda Civic, he would wave and practically fly to reach the car.

      Through school programs and class parties, she’d become acquainted with a lot of the moms who were picking up their kids. She waved to them. They were lined up in their cars all the way down the street. Claire couldn’t imagine loving a child of her own more than she loved Jeremy Malone.

      With Vic’s help she’d learned how to ride a horse. The three of them rode on his property when he was able to get home early from work. Vic’s black gelding was named Midnight. Claire rode Marshmallow, the bay Vic’s wife once rode. Jeremy had his own pony, Comet. At seven, he was already quite a horseman. He was the cutest, funniest boy she’d ever met, and he had an amazing imagination.

      One day quite recently Jeremy told her he was part Apache. She thought he’d made it up because he loved stories about the frontier days. When she told Vic what his son had confided, Vic had let go with a burst of rich laughter. The tough-looking Texas Ranger had another side to him his son brought out. When the man smiled, her insides melted.

      His jet black eyes zeroed in on her. “For once that wasn’t his imagination, Claire. We have Lipan Apache blood flowing through us. Not a large amount. You know that photograph on the wall in my den?”

      “If you mean the one of the Sons of the Forty Texas Rangers surrounding Jack Hayes, Jeremy showed it to me.”

      “Two of the men were deputized Lipan Apaches fighting for Texas at Bandera Pass in 1842, and one of them is our ancestor through the Malone line. I have a second cousin named Clint who works on the police force. He has a smattering of Apache blood like me and lives in Luckenbach with his wife, Sandra, and family. I occasionally take Jeremy to visit them. We ride and do a little washer pitching.”

      “Washer pitching?”

      “It’s like playing a game of horseshoes, Texas style. We’ll drive there with the horses when Jeremy’s school lets out. After a ride you can try your hand at it.”

      The explanation fascinated Claire. “I had no idea. From now on I’ll try to believe everything your Mini Me tells me.”

      Vic lifted one black brow. “Try has to be the operative word. We could get into a whole lot of trouble if we believed all his tales.”

      While Claire sat in her car waiting for Jeremy, she couldn’t help smiling. That had been the day she forgot she was a nanny. A fluttering had started up in her chest as she sat across the table from Vic, looking at her tall, hard-muscled, thirty-year-old employer. The fluttering had never gone away, but she’d keep it a secret if it killed her. Were he to know how attracted she was to him, he’d fire her on the spot. She’d been hired to take care of his son, not fixate on Jeremy’s gorgeous father.

      As soon as the bell rang, the doors to the school burst open and children started running out. She was surprised when she didn’t see Jeremy right away. Maybe his teacher, Mrs. Rigby, needed to talk to him about something. Claire waited a few minutes before she started to wonder if something could be wrong.

      Deciding she’d better check on him, she got out of her car and hurried across the playground to the door leading into the second grade pod. When she peeked inside the classroom, she saw the teacher sitting alone at her desk. No Jeremy. Claire’s heart started to thud.

      “Mrs. Rigby?”

      The older woman lifted her head. “Hi, Claire. If you’re looking for Jeremy, he left the second the bell rang.”

      “But he didn’t come out the doors.”

      “Did you check the office? Maybe he’s there for some reason.”

      “I’ll do that.”

      Claire practically ran down the hall to the main office, but there was no sign of Jeremy. “Have you seen Jeremy Malone since the bell rang?” she asked the secretary. “He’s in second grade. Kind of tallish for his age with dark hair and brown eyes?”

      “I know who he is, but no, he hasn’t been in here.”

      “Would you call him to the office for me?”

      “Sure. I’ll do it right now.”

      The secretary got on the PA system and asked Jeremy Malone to report to the front office. She repeated the request three times. When Jeremy still didn’t show up, fear for his well-being cramped Claire’s stomach. Where could he be?

      “Will you call the security guard and give him a description? Jeremy wore a blue-and-green plaid shirt and jeans today and he has a blue backpack. And can you ask the guard to check with the crossing guards, and look in all the bathrooms, the library, the gym and anywhere else Jeremy might possibly be? I’m worried about him.”

      While the secretary contacted security, the principal came out of her office. “Is there a problem?”

      Claire nodded. “I can’t find Jeremy Malone. He didn’t come out to the car. I’m going to phone his father and let him know what’s happened.”

      “Maybe you should wait until we’ve confirmed he hasn’t gone home with a friend,” the principal suggested.

      “No, I have to call him. Jeremy could be in danger.”

      She’d been around Vic long enough to know that when a person went missing, the first twelve hours were crucial in finding them alive. “Jeremy wouldn’t