Small-Town Nanny

by Lee Tobin McClain

After an hour of mingling and following Mindy from art table to art table, the formal ceremony began. Susan sat back and listened, impressed, to the girls of all ages talking about the required topics, sometimes displaying art to go alongside. Finally, it was Mindy’s turn, and as she walked confidently up to the stage, Sam gripped Susan’s hand.

  It was as if she could read his mind: he was nervous for Mindy, wanting her to do well, wanting her to feel good about it. Susan felt the same way. She loved the little girl more each day.

  “Something I did that was hard,” Mindy said into the microphone, speaking clearly, “was I went into my mommy-who-died’s room. I used to be scared in there but now I’m not cuz I have my puppy.” She held up a picture of Bonz. “I went in there and was brave to tell my mommy who died that I want a new mommy, and she said it was okay.”

  There was a collective sigh and a spontaneous round of applause.

  “And something I like to do,” Mindy said, “is hug people. I can hug just as good as anybody else even though I just have one hand.”

  Another collective “aww.”

  “I want to show that, for this pageant, but I have to get my daddy and my Miss Susan to come up here,” she said, “cuz they’re gonna get married.”

  Gasps and murmurs filled the room, and Sam looked at Susan. “Guess the secret’s out. You game?”

  “Of course.” It had been an open secret, really; in a town like Rescue River, you couldn’t hide a relationship very well.

  So they went up front and Mindy proved that she could, indeed, hug as well as anyone else. And as the applause swelled for the three of them, standing there hugging each other tightly, Susan felt the invisible Master who’d been guiding them together from the beginning, and looked up through tears to offer praise.

  * * * * *

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  Her Rancher Bodyguard

  by Brenda Minton

  Chapter One

  From bodyguard to babysitter. Boone Wilder leaned against the exterior brick wall of a closed boutique store in a pricey part of Austin, Texas. The sun had set more than an hour earlier and the temperature had cooled to a balmy eighty degrees. Not bad for early September. But he wished he was at home in Martin’s Crossing sipping iced tea on his front porch and not standing in front of a clothing store in Austin on a late-summer evening.

  He should have argued a little more when his partner Daron McKay had asked him to take this case. Daron knew the subject and knew she wouldn’t listen to him. The third partner at MWP Bodyguard Services, Lucy Palermo, was Boone’s backup. Daron had joked that Lucy couldn’t take lead because Lucy would just shoot the client if she got on her nerves.

  Lucy hadn’t found that statement as amusing as Boone and Daron.

  At the moment his client was across the street in a trendy café, sipping coffee and oblivious to his presence. That was how her dad, William Stanford, wanted it. Boone’s job was to keep Kayla Stanford out of trouble, without her being aware. He’d been following her for a week now, close enough to keep her safe, far enough away that she didn’t have a clue.

  He’d like to keep it that way, with her not knowing of his existence. He was supposed to interfere in Kayla’s life only if she appeared to be in danger, or if she appeared to be on the verge of creating a scandal. Those were her father’s directives. Boone had talked to Kayla’s half brother Brody Martin, who had assured him that she had a way of generating controversy.

  A group of people were walking down the sidewalk. He stepped back, leaned against the wall and pulled his hat low. He touched the brim as they walked past, just to be gentlemanly. One of the women, a little older, and wearing too much makeup, winked and then grabbed the arm of a friend. They smiled and talked loudly about his jeans and cowboy boots, their voices echoing against the brick buildings on each side of the street.

  As he watched for Kayla Stanford to leave the café, Boone planned what he’d say to Daron. Yeah, this was a good job and the big fat check they’d been paid was welcome. But this was not what Boone had signed on for when he, Daron and Lucy had started their bodyguard business a little over a year ago. So far they’d managed to build a decent business by protecting politicians and doing security at various functions. Those were the jobs they were trained for. The three of them had served together in Afghanistan and they’d formed a bond.

  Kayla Stanford, half sister of the Martins of Martin’s Crossing, was trouble. She needed a babysitter. Boone just didn’t want to be that guy.

  Unfortunately he was.

  Across the street the neon open sign went off in the café. He headed down the sidewalk, keeping an eye on his target. The place was still lit up inside. Most of the customers had long since left and he could see Kayla standing near the door with a group of friends. Her dark hair was pulled up in one of those messy buns his sisters loved, and she wore a dark red dress that was too short. His granny would have told her some nice lace around the hem would look pretty. He grinned at the thought.

  Then Kayla kissed cheeks, hugged friends and did a cutesy finger wave. As she walked out the door, her smile faded away. That didn’t surprise him. He’d done some digging, talked to her family in Martin’s Crossing, read some headlines. He’d learned a lot from the articles, from pictures in society columns. Most of the articles w
ere about her antics, her beauty and her style. But he’d seen more. He’d noticed dark shadows under her eyes. He’d seen desperation. Everyone thought she had it all, but he thought she had less than most.

  And she covered up her unhappiness by acting out. A couple of months ago, it was a slow-speed chase with the police.

  The only time she kept to herself and stayed scandal-free was when she visited her siblings in Martin’s Crossing. He’d never seen her in his hometown. She stayed at the ranch, holed up with her half sister Samantha Martin. Soon to be Samantha Jenkins.

  Across the street she glanced around, and then walked down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. He’d guessed wrong. He’d thought she would cross the street and head for her car parked at the end of the block. When he glanced across the street, he noticed a shadow moving from the dark recesses of a building. Someone else seemed to be watching Kayla Stanford.

  So much for an easy babysitting gig.

  * * *

  Someone was following her. Kayla walked faster, not taking time to glance back over her shoulder to see if she could get a look at the man. For two months, the feeling would come at the oddest times. The uneasy feeling as she walked down the street. The prickling of fear when she walked through the door of her apartment.

  At first she’d convinced herself it was her imagination. And then she’d told herself it had to do with her lifestyle. She’d been partying hard for a few years, trying to numb herself against pain and anger. But a few months ago she’d quit everything, just to convince herself she was in her right mind and not imagining things.

  The footsteps drew closer, speeding up to match her own hurried steps. She’d panicked when she first realized she’d gone in the opposite direction of her car. The farther she went, the darker it seemed to get. These weren’t the streets she wanted to be on late at night, alone.

  She reached into the purse that hung close to her waist. Her fingers curled around a small can. She turned, prepared to scream, to fight. Before she could do either, a fist connected with the side of her jaw. She jolted back, trying to stay upright. A rough shove and she fell backward, landing hard, her head hitting the brick building at her back. She caught a glimpse of blond hair and glasses. But the features were a blur.

  Blinking, she fought to stay conscious. She heard a shout. Heard footsteps pounding. A hand reached for her arm. Unwilling to go down without a fight, she sat up, aimed and sprayed.

  “Oh, man, you sprayed the wrong guy.” The words sounded as if they were coming through a tunnel. She tried to focus but her eyes were burning and her head throbbed.

  “Go away,” she managed to croak out.

  “Babysitting. I’m reduced to babysitting a woman who can’t even spray the right man.” Hands were on her arms. A face peered into hers. “Sorry, but I’m not going away.”

  “I’ll spray you again.” She meant for the words to sound strong but they came out garbled and weak. She was still sitting on the sidewalk, her head resting on her knees. She took a deep breath that did nothing to ease the stabbing pain in her back and the headache that had clamped down on her skull.

  “Take a deep breath,” he ordered, ignoring her threats. Strong fingers felt her back. She winced. Those same fingers moved to her scalp. She let out a yelp. “Relax. And drop the pepper spray. I’m the rescuer, not the assailant. He’s long gone.”

  She blinked a few times, trying to focus on the stranger looming over her. Tall and lean with ropy muscles, the man fit the “tall, dark and handsome” label to a T. He wore a dark cowboy hat, T-shirt and jeans. Something he’d said sank in. “Babysitting?”

  “We’ve been hired by your father to keep track of you. And it looks as if you need us more than he realized.”

  “I can take care of myself.” Her vision swam a little as she rubbed her jaw, wiggling it to make sure it wasn’t broken.

  “Of course you can take care of yourself. Do you know who that was?” he asked.

  She shook her head and the movement cost her. The pain radiated from her head down. Her stomach wasn’t faring much better.

  The man looming over her dialed his phone. “Lucy, can you pick us up? About two blocks down from the restaurant....No, I’m not fine. Neither is she. She’s got a pretty good gash on the back of her head. And she sprayed me with pepper spray....Stop laughing. I’m going to have to take my contacts out so you’ll have to drive us to the hospital.”

  After ending the call he swiped a finger across each eye and tossed contact lenses she couldn’t see. But she did see that his eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the moisture with the tail of his shirt.

  “Big baby,” Kayla muttered. She felt a little bit sick. The world wasn’t quite as sharp as it should have been. She wanted to tell him but she couldn’t get the words out.

  “Can you get up?”

  He squatted next to her and peered at her face. His features swam. She tried to shake her head but that resulted in a wave of nausea. Something pressed against the back of her head. She tried to push his hand away but he couldn’t be budged.

  “You’re bleeding,” he said.

  “I’m going to...” She didn’t say more. The world went dark and the last thing she remembered were strong arms picking her up as he yelled for Lucy to open the door.

  * * *

  Kayla came to as they were pulling up to the hospital. From a distance, she heard voices. They were discussing her father and being hired to keep her out of trouble. That was all she’d ever been to her father. Trouble. She struggled to sit up, pulling free from the arm that held her close.

  “You’re not trouble,” he whispered. The words, the way he said them, took her by surprise. She wanted to believe him.

  She sat up, closing her eyes when the world spun a little bit out of control. The back door opened and night air, humid and warm, clashed with the air-conditioned interior of the SUV.

  “Come on, sunshine, let’s get you checked out.”

  “How do I know you’re not the one I should be afraid of?” She scooted toward the door where he stood.

  He gave her a sympathetic look and she noticed that his eyes, dark brown and thick-lashed, were still red and watery from the pepper spray.

  “I guess you’ll have to trust me. As a rule, muggers don’t typically take their victims to the emergency room.” He reached for her, holding her steady when she wobbled. His hands were strong, calloused and strangely gentle.

  “I’m going to park and I’ll meet you inside,” the woman driving the SUV called out. “Are you going to be okay, Boone?”

  “I can’t see much but other than that, great. Don’t be too long,” her rescuer responded.

  “Your name is Boone?” Kayla asked as he led her toward the entrance of the ER.

  “Boone Wilder.”

  “I’ve heard that name before.” She had to stop for a second. Her head was pounding and she felt sick.

  “I’m from Martin’s Crossing.” He slipped his hand from hers and put an arm around her back. “Are you going to make it?”

  “Of course. I don’t even need to be here.”

  “I think we’ll get a second opinion on that.”

  “I could refuse treatment,” she said as they headed up the sidewalk toward the entrance.

  “Yeah, you could. But it’s hard to refuse treatment if you’re unconscious.”

  “How did you become my babysitter, Boone Wilder?” She blinked away the blurriness and kept walking, aware that he was studying her as if he thought she might fall over.

  “Your father hired our bodyguard service to keep you out of trouble for the duration of this election. I don’t think he realized you were actually in need of a bodyguard. Any idea who that was back there?”

  “Not a clue.”

  “But since you were armed with pepper spray,
I’m guessing this wasn’t random?”

  “It’s been going on for a couple of months.” She stopped as another wave of dizziness hit, making her vision swim.

  Without warning she was scooped into his arms. Again.

  “You don’t have to carry me,” she protested, albeit weakly.

  “No, of course not. But I also don’t want you passing out in the parking lot. Relax. You’re not as light as you look.”

  “Charming.”

  He flashed white teeth and a dimple. “I try.”

  She felt him limp a bit as they headed toward the door. “I can walk.”

  “Probably.”

  To distract herself she studied his face. Lean and handsome, but rugged. She had never been attracted to the type. As she perused his features she noticed a scar on his cheek. It was a few inches long and jagged. There was a similar scar on his neck, just above his collarbone. Without thinking, she touched it.

  He flinched.

  “I’m sorry. What happened?” She pulled back, suddenly unsure.

  “Nothing personal,” he growled. “But it isn’t any of your business.”

  “Of course it isn’t. I’d love to tell you my life isn’t any of your business. But I guess my dad has taken that right from me.”

  “And if we hadn’t been there tonight?”

  She shivered and his arms tightened. They walked through the doors of the ER and he settled her in a wheelchair that had been left near the entrance. She brought her legs up and huddled tight to warm herself. Boone pushed her to the front desk. There were questions to answer, paperwork to fill out, and then they were directed through double doors where a nurse met them.

  “Right this way.” The nurse motioned them to follow her to a room midway down the hall.

  “She’s cold. Can you get her a blanket?” Boone said as he pushed her into the room.

  “I should call your dad,” he said to her.

  “Don’t bother.” Kayla blinked away tears that she told herself were the result of the blow to her head and nothing more. “He’s out of town.”