The Maid's Daughter. Janice Maynard

finally able to get some sleep.”

      He was playing with her, trying to make her nervous. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had been the one to enter her room and drop off the clothes and the note.

      “Yes,” she said stiffly. “I did. I need to check on my car.”

      He shrugged. “Already taken care of…. The garage will drop it off at your mother’s house by the end of the week.”

      She bit her bottom lip. “I’d like an estimate. So I can contact my insurance.”

      “Let me handle this. It’s the least I can do. You know they’ll jack up your rates if you submit it.”

      He had her there. And she couldn’t afford the current payments, much less a rate hike. “I’ll pay you back.”

      His brows narrowed in displeasure. “I said to forget it.”

      “You like ruling the world, don’t you? Is there anyone who says no to you?”

      Her sass seemed to amuse him. “Sit down, Gillian. Chef has prepared an autumn vegetable chowder that I’m told is to die for.”

      She joined him at the table, wondering what his family thought of his absence from the communal dining room. Of course, with Jacob out of town and the others perhaps tucked away in their own houses, maybe Victor and Vincent dined alone.

      Devlyn picked up his spoon and dug in, polishing off his bowl of soup and three rolls before Gillian had barely started. It was hard to swallow anything past the constriction in her throat, even though Devlyn was correct about the delicious, hearty broth. Finally, the silence weighed too heavily for her to finish. She pushed back from the table and folded her hands in her lap.

      The fire was warm—warm enough for her to discard her sweater. But she fancied she needed the extra layer of protection. “You left me a note,” she said bluntly. “Why am I here?”

      “I could have guessed you were a teacher, even if you hadn’t told me.”

      The odd segue baffled her. “What does that mean?”

      “You’re uptight, bossy, no-nonsense …”

      “And you’ve deduced all that in a mere twenty-four hours?”

      “Less than that. I expect any moment to get my knuckles rapped with a ruler.”

      His air of masculine superiority set her teeth on edge. “That’s an archaic reference.”

      “You don’t know the tutors my father and uncle hired.”

      “Poor little rich boy.” She regretted the words immediately. In many ways, the appellation was true … or at least had been in the past. Devlyn Wolff as a child and a teen had always seemed angry. And with good reason. He’d lost his mother violently. Been snatched away from the only home he had ever known and brought to this isolated mountain. Had not been allowed to attend school where he would have made friends. It was no wonder the six cousins were so close.

      She didn’t know how to characterize him now … that would require spending time together, a notion that alarmed and intrigued her at the same time. “We’re getting off topic,” she said, her voice firm … the one she used for recalcitrant boys on the playground. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

      “I want to hire you.”

      Her hackles went up. “You apologized. I accepted. I don’t need your charity simply because I’m unemployed.”

      “Before you ride that high horse off into the sunset, why don’t you listen for a minute? I need to employ a teacher. It might as well be you.”

      Her stomach cramped. Did Devlyn have a child she hadn’t heard about? “There are no schools anywhere near Wolff Mountain.”

      He grinned as if he had scored a hit. “My point exactly. Evidently you haven’t heard, but the Wolffs are establishing a school in Burton.”

      “Thumbing your nose at the locals? No one around here can afford private tuition.”

      “Gillian, Gillian …” He shook his head. “I’m talking about a public school. And that’s why I need you. It’s a sticky proposition to make sure all of the accreditation requirements are fulfilled. And we’ve had a hell of a time convincing the administration that we’ll stay out of the day-to-day running. But this is going to happen. The children of Burton have every right to attend school in their own community.”

      Gillian was stunned. What he said made perfect sense, but although the Wolffs were active in a number of charities, this project took benevolence to another whole level. “Whose idea was this?”

      “It was a family decision. Too many of our staff worry that if one of their children gets sick, or falls on the playground, it would be a good forty-five minutes before they could get to the school. That’s not acceptable. The economy is in the toilet. Money for new schools is scarce. We have the means to supply a need.”

      Gillian cocked her head, studying his face. He seemed genuinely excited and proud. “And you’re spearheading the effort?”

      “Mostly. Because I’m the one in charge. But all of us will step in at various points. Kieran’s wife is a children’s illustrator. She’s planning to paint murals on all the walls. Jacob will design and outfit a small in-school clinic and hire a nurse. Gareth wants to build custom shelving for the library. I could go on …”

      She held up a hand, feeling ashamed of her suspicions. On occasion, that chip on her shoulder about the rich gained weight again. “It’s a lovely idea. I’m impressed. But I still don’t see where I come in. It will be a long time until you’re ready to hire teachers.”

      “I need a liaison … someone who will work side by side with me, but who knows how to communicate with state and local officials.”

      “But you work out of Atlanta.”

      “I’m here at least one weekend a month, sometimes two. Dad and Uncle Vic like to feel as if they are still part of the decision-making process. And I value their experience. But in regard to this school project, you’ll be my point person. We’ll work very closely together.”

      “I don’t know what to say.”

      “Say you’ll do it.”

      He named a salary that was over twice what she was making before the layoffs. Only a fool would turn down this opportunity, but then again, working with Devlyn Wolff would not be easy. He was charming and outrageously handsome and had a wicked sense of humor … all qualities that were destined to make a woman like Gillian fall into infatuation at the very least.

      And she was pretty sure she wasn’t imagining the sexual vibe between them. What was alarming was that if she succumbed, not only did she endanger yet another good job, but she risked getting her heart broken. “Who would you have hired if I hadn’t come along?” It was hard to put her suspicions to rest.

      “I hadn’t gotten that far yet, but I called your principal this morning, and she speaks very highly of you … told me you were named ‘Teacher of the Year’ in your school last year. She’s really upset about losing you.”

      “You investigated me?” The words ended on a screech of outrage.

      “Your ID badge was sticking out of the side pocket of your purse. I’m a businessman. And despite your weird hang-ups, I’m not offering you this job because of something that happened when we were kids.”

      He could deny it all he wanted, but she was almost a hundred percent sure that Devlyn was the kind of man who needed to even the scales. This was his way of assuaging his guilt over the past.

      Still, who was she to turn down a boon because of his screwed-up motives? She needed a job. And this would be a good one.

      “I’ll do it,” she said. “When do I start?”