Nanny in Hiding. Patricia Kay

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      I should leave now.

      Bryce’s heart beat faster as his gaze clung to Amy’s. She had the most incredible eyes. A man could fall into those eyes and never want to come out.

      Afterward, he could never think how it happened. All he knew was he fully intended to say goodbye and the next minute he was kissing her. Not a peck, either. A real kiss. One that made his head swim and every hormone in his body leap to attention.

      Holy crow, he thought as he raised his head and they stared at each other. What have I done?

      And more important…what do I do now?

      Dear Reader,

      It’s October, the time of year when crisper temperatures and waning daylight turns our attention to more indoor pursuits—such as reading! And we at Silhouette Special Edition are happy to supply you with the material. We begin with Marrying Molly, the next in bestselling author Christine Rimmer’s BRAVO FAMILY TIES series. A small-town mayor who swore she’d break the family tradition of becoming a mother before she becomes a wife finds herself nonetheless in the very same predicament. And the father-to-be? The very man who’s out to get her job….

      THE PARKS EMPIRE series continues with Lois Faye Dyer’s The Prince’s Bride, in which a wedding planner called on to plan the wedding of an exotic prince learns that she’s the bride-to-be! Next, in The Devil You Know, Laurie Paige continues her popular SEVEN DEVILS miniseries with the story of a woman determined to turn her marriage of convenience into the real thing. Patricia Kay begins her miniseries THE HATHAWAYS OF MORGAN CREEK, the story of a Texas baking dynasty (that’s right, baking!), with Nanny in Hiding, in which a young mother on the run from her abusive ex seeks shelter in the home of Bryce Hathaway—and finds so much more. In Wrong Twin, Right Man by Laurie Campbell, a man who feels he failed his late wife terribly gets another chance to make it up—to her twin sister. At least he thinks she’s her twin…. And in Wendy Warren’s Making Babies, a newly divorced woman whose ex-husband denied her the baby she always wanted, finds a willing candidate—in the guilt-ridden lawyer who represented the creep in his divorce!

      Enjoy all six of these reads, and come back again next month to see what’s up in Silhouette Special Edition.

      Take care,

      Gail Chasan

      Senior Editor

      Nanny in Hiding

      Patricia Kay

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      This book is dedicated to my granddaughter Kaylee,

       who is already showing signs of becoming

       a great writer! Love you, sweetheart.

      PATRICIA KAY,

      formerly writing as Trisha Alexander, is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more that thirty contemporary romances. She lives in Houston, Texas. To learn more about her, visit her Web site at www.patriciakay.com.

      CAST OF CHARACTERS—

      The Hathaways of Morgan Creek

      Stella Morgan Hathaway (90 years old)—Matriarch of the Hathaway family.

      Jonathan Morgan Hathaway (67 years old)—Stella’s only son.

      Kathleen Bryce Hathaway (63 years old)—Jonathan’s wife.

      Bryce Hathaway (40 years old)—A widower, he is Jonathan and Kathleen’s only son.

      Amy Jordan (32 years old)—On the run from her ex-husband, Amy hides among the Hathaways.

      Calista Jordan (3 years old)—Amy’s daughter.

      Cole Jordan (37 years old)—Amy’s ex-husband.

      Chloe Hathaway Standish (36 years old)—The oldest Hathaway daughter.

      Lorna Morgan Hathaway (32 years old)—The middle Hathaway daughter.

      Claudia Elizabeth Hathaway (28 years old)—The youngest Hathaway daughter.

      Greg Standish (38 years old)—Chloe’s husband.

      Cameron Kathleen Standish (14 years old)—Chloe and Greg’s daughter.

      Stella Ann Hathaway (8 years old)—Bryce’s older daughter.

      Susan Adele Hathaway (7 years old)—Bryce’s younger daughter.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Prologue

      “Mommy! Lookit me! I can do a summersot!”

      Amy Jordan smiled at her three-year-old’s exuberance. “It’s summersault, sweetie. Can you say sault?”

      “Sot,” Calista said, grinning up at her mother from her upside-down position.

      Amy chuckled. Ls and Rs were hard for her daughter to get her tongue around. As Calista continued doing her version of a summersault, Amy glanced at her watch. With a pang, she saw there was only about ten minutes left of her allotted visiting time.

      As always, at the thought of leaving Calista, Amy’s spirits plummeted. She eyed Mrs. Witherspoon, who sat placidly knitting. What was the woman thinking? Did she have any idea how painful these visits were for Amy? Just how hard it was for her to leave her daughter week in and week out?

      The strict rules of visitation Amy was required to follow nearly overwhelmed her with despair. After all the abuse she had suffered, the unfairness of the judge’s decree made her want to scream or weep or both. But as hard as it was for her to maintain control and leave Calista, it was even harder on her baby. Remembering the scene last time, Amy girded herself to be strong and make parting as easy for Calista as she could.

      To that end, she slowly rose from the floor where she’d been playing with her daughter for the past three hours.

      “Almost time?” Mrs. Witherspoon said, putting down her knitting.

      Amy swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.

      “Before you go, let me just run to the bathroom.”

      Amy’s heart banged against her chest as she realized what the woman had said. Forcing her voice not to give away her sudden excitement, she said, “Okay.”

      The moment Mrs. Witherspoon disappeared down the hall, Amy flew into the dining room. Grabbing one of the chairs, she hurried toward the bathroom where she jammed the chair up and under the doorknob. Then she raced back to the living room, snatched up Calista, grabbed her purse and ran out the door.

      “Mommy?”

      “It’s okay, honey.” Reaching her car, which was parked in the driveway, Amy unlocked it with shaking hands. Earlier, she’d covered the car seat she was never without and now she pulled the blanket off and somehow managed to get Calista buckled in without losing more than a couple of precious minutes. She had no idea how long she’d have before Mrs. Witherspoon realized what had happened and managed to free herself from the bathroom and alert Cole that Amy had taken off with Calista.