by Nikki Moore
Shaking his head and dabbing his mouth with the kitchen roll again, he smiled gingerly. ‘I think I saw stars. And I definitely bit my tongue.’ A pause. ‘That is the last time I’m offering to help a woman make coffee.’
She was so surprised she burst out laughing. ‘Sorry, again. I was zoned out thinking about something. You made me jump.’
‘Clearly. Who would have thought you could jump so high though?’
‘I know, like I was on springs.’ She chuckled before turning serious. ‘But are you sure you’re okay? You might bruise under your chin. Your tongue will be sore for a few days too.’
‘It’s just a little cut. I’m sure I can cope. If there’s a visible mark under my chin I’ll make something up. I wouldn’t want the world thinking my nanny could take me…’ he trailed off, an odd look in his green eyes. ‘In a fight I mean.’
‘No,’ she cleared her throat, stepping away as a tingling flush ran up and down her body. ‘Obviously.’ Spinning around, she went back to the fridge, opening it and sticking her head inside to cool down. ‘Maybe I’ll just have an orange juice. Safer for both of us that way.’
‘No, I’ll do you a coffee,’ he replied, slowly getting up. ‘You just stay over there where you can’t injure me, and make toast or cereal or something.’
‘Seems fair.’ Emerging from the fridge she took two pieces of bread from the bread bin on the counter and put them in the toaster, pushing the button down and watching the elements glow red. The only reason her face was still warm was from the heat of the toaster. It was not about the thought of ‘taking’ Matt.
‘So,’ he looked over his coffee cup once she was settled across from him with her breakfast. ‘Any injuries at your end?’ Nodding at her head.
‘A bit of a sore spot, but I think I came off better than you.’
‘You might be right.’ He grinned, but not too widely, wiggling his jaw. ‘Look, I wanted to talk to you before the kids get up.’ He slid a quick look at the digital clock on the front of the high-tech oven. ‘They usually are now. It’s past seven.’
‘I’ll establish a routine with them, but they both seemed tired and a bit out of sorts last night so I thought I’d let them sleep in this morning.’
‘That’s fine. It’s the start of the summer holidays after all. As long as they’re back in their routine for September—’
‘They will be, no problem.’
‘Good.’ He pulled a face. ‘Thinking about it, they do come back from my mother-in-law’s a bit ratty sometimes.’
‘Why do you think that is?’
‘I…I’ve never really thought about it.’ He stared into space for a moment. ‘I suppose…it might be that she’s not the warmest person in the world.’
‘Yeah, I know someone like that,’ she mused, thinking of Ruth. ‘Or maybe their gran reminds them of their mum?’ she suggested softly, off the back of a comment Jasper had made the previous evening. He’d said Gran had the same curly hair as Mummy, he knew it from photos at her house. There were no pictures of Mummy at home, Daddy didn’t like them.
Watching Matt struggle with her suggestion, she was worried. A parent who knew their kids would instinctively know what was going on. Why was he so out of touch with them?
‘I don’t think so,’ he said at last.
Feeling he was wrong, she also knew now was not the time to push. It was too soon. She’d barely been here five minutes and he was unlikely to trust her opinion yet about something so sensitive and personal. ‘Okay.’ Watching the news on the flat screen TV built into one of the walls, she chewed some toast and drank some of the delicious coffee. Gulping, she studied him. ‘So, you wanted to talk to me about something?’
‘Oh, yes. I wanted to say sorry for the comment about your shorts yesterday.’ He looked down into his coffee cup. ‘It was clumsy.’
‘Thank you. I understand they might have been a bit skimpy, but—’
‘But I could have been a bit more diplomatic,’ he interrupted, flicking his gaze to her face. ‘I sounded like a pompous git.’
Her mouth swung open, and she laughed. He wasn’t at all what she’d been expecting. ‘Well, I wouldn’t have said that.’
‘Well I can. I apologise. I just don’t know how to talk to women anymore.’ It was the last thing she’d have predicted him sharing and he looked embarrassed. ‘I didn’t mean to say that.’
‘Obviously. After all, what about your reputation as a serial dater in the papers? And your last nanny was a woman, you must have talked to her?’
He scowled. ‘You shouldn’t believe everything you read. Besides, Melody was different. I wasn’t—’ he clenched his teeth. ‘Never mind.’
‘What were you going to say?’ Was he about to open up, give her an inkling of what the hell had caused him to fire Melody and kick her out?
‘Nothing. It doesn’t matter. Next subject.’ He drained his cup.
‘If it’s something I need to know, something that could affect the children—’
‘It’s not,’ he said tightly, before making a visible effort to breathe in and out to calm himself. ‘There was something else too, Zoe.’
‘Oh?’ Obviously she needed to let the subject of Melody drop, but it was weird how stressed he looked about the whole thing. ‘Go on.’
‘I’m um— not sure what time you got in last night but I really need you to be dedicated to the job, not coming in and out at all hours, dragging yourself around exhausted. Especially not smelling of alcohol.’ His mouth tightened, the scar cutting into his upper lip turning white. ‘Aimee and Jasper need stability and a responsible adult. I’m not unreasonable, you have a right to a life outside of work, it just has to be appropriate and come further down the list of priorities. My kids come first. Do you understand?’
She nodded, feeling a bit like a child who’d been told off for staying out to play too long, but she could see his point; she’d got in pretty late and was here to do a job. Plus how could she argue when he was looking out for his children? All she’d ever want from any parent was that they be child-centred and put their children’s best interests first.
‘Yes, absolutely,’ she nodded, ‘I want the best for them too.’ Hopping down from her stool she stacked her plate and cup in the dishwasher, before straightening up to look at him. ‘Just so you know, I wasn’t out drinking. I went for a walk and saw a film. I like going out and having fun occasionally but that’s it. I’m not a party girl.’ Hangovers and looking after children were not a good combination. She’d learnt that the hard way when she’d worked at the nursery in her late teens. Coming into work hung-over, dealing with the noise and demands of young children had been like slow-roasted torture and she’d ended up in tears before lunchtime. ‘Is there anything else?’
His eyes raked over her beige safari shorts, a respectable mid-thigh length today, the floaty white vest top, chunky necklace and lace-up sandals.
‘Yes,’ he met her gaze. ‘I can’t let you leave the house like that.’
‘Pardon?’ Her eyes widened. He couldn’t think this outfit was too revealing?
‘The other nannies dress a certain way.’ He ran a hand around the back of his neck, seeming awkward with the direction of the conversation. ‘I’m afraid that’s not it.’
‘I was planning on taking the kids out somewhere, spending some quality time with them. I’m not going to a fashion show.’ No one loved clothes more than her but you had to dress for the activity.
‘I appreciate that,’ he rose from the stool and strolled over to her, ‘but the thing is that I need you to fit in with my lifestyle, not the other way around. That outfit,’ he looked down at her shorts, ‘is too casual if you’re going out. You’re bound to bump into some of the kids’ friends and their nannies or parents. I wouldn’t want either of my children feeling…’
‘What?’ she questioned lightly, trying not to take it personally. ‘Embarrassed to be seen with me?
‘Not embarrassed! But you won’t fit in. I’m
saying this for your benefit as well as theirs. Think of it like wearing a uniform. There’s a certain way you’re expected to look for this job. You must have come across that before.’
The truth was, she had. Liberty had expected Zoe to be immaculately groomed in well-cut clothes to fit into the society she lived in and she’d done it happily. But she hadn’t really thought it through when she’d put her clothes on this morning, because her professional head wasn’t on in the way it usually was, given she was here to get even, not make a living. She had to take more care. ‘So what kind of thing do I need to wear?’ she asked lightly, gazing past him out the window at the bright sunlight filling the manicured garden. ‘Given it’s not even half seven and already twenty degrees out? It’s supposed to be another hot one today.’
‘I don’t know really. I think Melody wore a lot of dresses, but I never took proper notice. Just something smarter I guess.’ To his credit he looked genuinely flummoxed.
She let out an exasperated sigh. ‘Right, that’s helpful.’ Not. ‘I’ll go and change.’ Marching out, she made for the top floor. At least he’d been more tactful than he’d been yesterday. They were making progress.
It was confirmed as she ran up the stairs, when he had the grace to yell, ‘Thank you, Zoe!’
It made her smile, despite the fact everything inside her said it was wrong to.
5
She was downstairs again half an hour later, this time accompanied by Jasper and Aimee. After putting up with five minutes of moaning and groaning when she’d tried to get them up—aware of what they were like in the morning from Melody—she’d resorted to motivating them with a little competition. Zoe’s Ten Minute Challenge had worked like a dream with Ava and Grace and it had worked a treat with Matt’s children too. The added opportunity of picking a place of their choice to go had acted as a wonderful incentive for them to get washed and dressed with teeth brushed within the allocated time.
Aimee had narrowly won the contest which had triggered a tantrum from Jasper. Zoe had felt distinctively unimpressed and worried about a child of school age reacting like a toddler, and after telling him she’d be in the other room, had waited him out, pulling his door halfway closed while she helped Aimee pack a rucksack. The girl had looked at her a few times, mouth opening to say something but had shut it again each time.
‘I give him two minutes,’ Zoe had whispered out the side of her mouth.
Aimee smiled, as if to say, in your dreams.
He was done in just under. It wasn’t long, yet he hollered pretty loudly and she was half expecting Matt to come thundering up the stairs to demand what was going on, but he didn’t appear.
Seeing Jasper’s feet approach from the corner of her eye, she’d stood up, passing the rucksack to Aimee. ‘Ready to go downstairs?’
The girl nodded, her auburn ponytail bobbing, blue eyes wide and looking impressed, possibly by Zoe’s prediction about the length of Jasper’s tantrum being right.
Jasper inched forward. ‘Can I come too?’ he hiccuped, rubbing at his green eyes, so much like Matt’s.
Zoe wasn’t fooled for a second; if they were real tears she’d put on trousers and call herself Bob.
‘I suppose so,’ she replied briskly, ‘if you’re ready?’
He pursed his lips like he was considering his options, then tucked his hands in his pockets, small dark head bobbing. ‘Yes.’
‘It was sort of silly behaviour, wasn’t it?’ she remarked conversationally as they wandered down the stairs, Aimee trailing behind them. ‘After all, you can’t always win. You’ll just have to try really hard next time to be even faster. And I heard that you’re a big boy. Your dad told me you’re starting school soon and your birthday is not long after.’
‘Yes!’ his eyes brightened. ‘In forty sleeps time on the second of September I go to school. It was forty, Melody helped me count before she went,’ his little face clouded over, ‘and I’ve been counting by myself but I’m not sure I’m right…and my birthday is on the third day of September. I’ll be five,’ he finished proudly.
Zoe gulped hard, upset for him and her sister that Mel wasn’t going to be here to see him start school, or for his birthday. But she said nothing. It would do no good to upset him further and it wouldn’t be fair to quiz a four year-old about adult decisions. ‘Well then, you need to have a big think about what you might do at school if you lose a game, because if you get cross like that the teacher will probably make you sit on your own and the other kids might not want to play with you. I bet you want to make friends, don’t you?’ she affirmed by nodding.
‘Yes,’ he agreed seriously.
‘So you have to find ways to not be cross. It’s okay not to win everything, all right? As long as you try your best that’s all that matters. If you feel angry about something, tell me and we can work out how to make you feel better. I know some really cool counting games. Can you do that for me? Will you let me know?’
‘Uh-huh. That would be super cool. Holly might like to play those games with us.’
‘Holly?’ Her face froze, and she stopped on the spiral staircase. Who the heck was Holly? Had Matt moved on to someone new already? He’d only supposedly split with the pop star ex-fiancée just over a week ago. No wonder the kids were confused and insecure if he paraded an endless stream of women through their lives. Why wouldn’t he have told her about a girlfriend? As their nanny, she needed to know these things. Every person in his life was part of his children’s world, a role model or an influence.
‘She’s ‘Ncle Noel’s girlfwiend.’ Jasper lisped as he stared up at her.
Zoe had noticed that one of his two front teeth was not quite fully grown and occasionally affected his speech, but knew it would improve as the tooth grew. ‘I thought the only uncle you have is Stephen?’ she said. ‘Did your mummy have a brother?’
‘No, don’t think so,’ Jasper looked puzzled, glancing over his shoulder at his sister, who shook her head.
‘So who’s Noel then?’ she asked gently, switching her gaze between both children.
‘Daddy’s friend,’ Jasper replied, ‘and my g- g…’ He screwed his face up, rounded cheeks puffing out. ‘My g- something. Can’t remember. But Holly is really, really, really good at ice skating,’ he said excitedly, ‘just like me, we can both skate backwards but she can do spins but I can’t yet and she has long yellow hair and blue eyes and white skin and her teeth sparkle and she makes ‘Ncle Noel smile even though he hates Chwistmas and can be really gwumpy,’ he finished on a gasp of breath.
‘Wow!’ Zoe grinned, ‘Holly sounds amazing! Noel is a lucky guy.’
As Jasper nodded eagerly at her summation, Aimee leaned into Zoe’s side and whispered softly in her ear. ‘Godfather.’
‘Ah. Thank you Aimee,’ she turned her head and murmured back in a low key tone, trying not to look too triumphant that the girl had actually spoken to her. Neither should she get a big head. Aimee had probably only supplied the information through frustration at her brother’s inability to remember Noel’s role in their lives.
When she looked at Aimee and saw her downturned face and pink cheeks, she knew it’d been right not to make a fuss. Starting down the stairs again, she watched to make sure Jasper didn’t trip over his own feet.
‘So, I bet you’ll be extra quick tonight when you get ready for bed, Jasper. Do you think you might be able to beat your sister then?’
‘I’ll try my best!’
‘Good boy.’ Another victory, he’d taken something on board. ‘Same goes for you,’ she said casually at Aimee over one shoulder, ‘anything you need, just ask.’
Aimee didn’t reply, but her expression when Zoe flicked a look at her was quietly grateful.
Zoe felt strangely nervous on reaching the ground floor. Matt had given the impression the other nannies dressed smartly, but she had no idea what they wore in Knightsbridge, so had gone ultra-smart. Was she over-egging it in her grey knee length skirt and matching nipped-in jacket? She
probably looked like she was off to the city for an interview. Plus she was going to fry in it. Her body temperature was already climbing.
She gestured the children to go in front of her. ‘Come on, time to say good morning to your dad.’
Aimee turned around, pale red brows drawing together.
‘But we can’t go in and see Daddy in the morning,’ Jasper piped up, ‘we’re not allowed into his office. He finds us to say hello and goodbye when he leaves for work if he can.’
‘Sometimes,’ Aimee supplied in a barely audible voice, staring at her feet.
What? Melody had said he could be closed off from the children, but she hadn’t expected that they weren’t allowed to see him in the morning. ‘I’m sure he’ll want to see you now that you’re up,’ she said blandly. ‘Don’t worry, come on.’
Jasper took a step forward then stopped again and Zoe’s feet tangled with his. ‘Whoa!’ She grabbed him and steadied them both.
‘Melody never let us into Daddy’s office,’ he insisted.
Unluckily for your dad, I’m not Melody. She thought inwardly. I’m far more stubborn for a start.
‘I understand that,’ she said, holding his anxious gaze, ‘but I do things differently and I think your dad will want to say hello to you.’ She squeezed his shoulder. ‘Come on.’
Aimee raised an eyebrow and Zoe could read in her clear blue eyes that she thought their new nanny was making a mistake, but given Jasper had changed his mind and was now racing ahead, she shrugged and followed her little brother to the office door.
Zoe reached above their heads and knocked on it twice firmly, feeling sweat forming in the small of her back. It was so darned hot already. This suit was going to kill her. When there was no answer, she knocked again. After a minute, she lost patience and reached around Jasper’s head, grabbing the door handle and nudging the kids into the room.
Matt spun around in the ergonomic office chair, a scowl on his incredibly good looking face, the desk behind him a chaos of paper, pens, Post-It notes and gadgets.