Nanny Makes Three. Cat Schield

      “You’ve got the hots for him. Good for you.”

      “No. Not good for me. He’s my boss, for one thing. For another, he’s a major player. I knew him when I used to race barrels. He had girls chasing after him all the time, and he enjoyed every second of it.”

      “So he’s a playboy. You don’t need to fall in love with him, just scratch an itch.”

      “I can’t.” Hadley gave her head a vehement shake to dispel the temptation of Kori’s matter-of-fact advice. “Besides, I’m not his type. He was asleep during most of what happened this morning.”

      “Wait. Most?”

      Hadley waved to dismiss her friend’s query. “It might have taken him a couple extra seconds to move his hand.”

      Kori began to laugh again. “Oh, he must have really been thrown for a loop. You in his bedroom in the middle of the night with the cat.”

      The picture Kori painted was funny, and Hadley let herself laugh. “Thank you for putting the whole thing in perspective. I don’t know why I was so stressed about it.”

      “Maybe because despite your best intentions, you like the guy more than you think you should.”

      Hadley didn’t even bother to deny it. “Maybe I do,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter, because no matter how attractive I may find him, he’s my boss, and you know I’m never going there again.”