him properly.
The little boy gazed back up at her, and then his gaze returned to the window. Windows were more important than people, his expression said.
âHenry?â It was a faint whisper against his cheek, but the child didnât respond.
âHe doesnât answer to his name,â the nanny said, asif it was something Tammy should know. âHeâs only ten months old.â
That didnât make sense. âHeâs sitting up,â Tammy said. Heâd been sitting in his cot as they entered. âIs he crawling?â
âYeah.â
âThen surely he should know his name. If heâs crawling that means heâs developing fine.â
âI guess,â the nanny said indifferently. âHeâs pretty advanced.â
âBut he still doesnât respond. Does he say anything?â
âNo. Why should he?â
Why should he indeed? The little boyâs stare was lack-lustre, as if he was bored with what was before him. Maybe if Tammy had been staring at the same view for weeks on endâ¦
âDo you play with him?â Tammy asked, and watched as the girl cast a furtive glance at her novel.
âOf course I do.â
âOf course nothing.â Her fury was mounting, until she felt like hitting out. She was hugging the little boy to her, and that stopped her raising her voice, but her fury was barely disguised in her whisper. âThis isnât normal.â
âIâll get him a proper full-time nanny when we return to Broitenburg,â Marc told her, and Tammy could hear the uneasiness in his own voice. He knew what the problem was. âKylie was employed via an agency and the situation was urgent. I was lucky to get her at short notice.â
âSo heâs been with Kylie, or someone like her, since his parents died?â Tammy was stroking the little boyâs curls, trying to find some sort of response from him. âOr longer. Has he been with nannies since birth?â
âIâd imagine so,â Marc told her. âI donât know.â
âDoes anyone know?â She rose then, standing to her full five feet six inches and glaring at the pair of them. She held the baby against her as if she was prepared to battle theworld on his behalf. âDoes anyone know anything about how my nephew has been cared for? Heâs obviously been fed and clothed. Has anything else been done?â
âIâ¦â
âAnything at all?â Tammyâs rage was threatening to overwhelm her. âHave you ever seen anyone give this little boy a hug? Has anyone ever played peek-a-boo with him? Has anyone loved him ?â
Marc bit his lip. He was on the back foot here, and he knew it. âHeâll be looked after when he gets home.â
âNo,â she snapped. âOr at least not by you he wonât. Nor any of your nanniesâeven if you have nannies by the thousand. If Laraâs named me legal guardian then I can only be thankful. Henryâs at home right now. Heâs staying in Australia and heâs staying with me. Thank you very much for bringing his situation to my attention, Prince Whatever-Your-Name-Is, but I donât think we need trouble you further. If I can just collect his things, Iâll take him now.â
âButââ
âIâm his legal guardian. The rest of you can go to hell!â
CHAPTER THREE
S HE wasnât budging.
Tammy didnât release the child for a moment, almost as if she feared if she put him down Marc would snatch him from her. She held him tight and moved around the room, collecting anything that looked like his and tossing it into a heap on the armchair.
âCan we talk about this?â Marc demanded and Tammy shook her head.
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
âYou canât take him.â
âWatch me.â
âYou canât afford to keep him.â
That stopped her. She whirled to face him, her face