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big-screen TV. “My office is above the garage, but there’s no reason for you to go there.”
    He straightened away from the highchair. “While I feed the kids, you can make a list of what needs to be done cleaningwise. Then when the children and I are done, you can clean the kitchen and get started with supper.”
    â€œOkay.”
    He smiled patiently. “Okay.”
    Not exactly sure what happened with lunch and feeling oddly dismissed, Ellie turned and walked out of the kitchen. It wasn’t that she had a burning need to make peanut butter sandwiches. She felt unnecessary. He’d insisted that she start today, yet she wasn’t doing any of the things he’d hired her to do. No. He wouldn’t let her do any of the things he’d hired her to do.
    Her intuition tried to tell her that something was wrong with this situation, but she ignored it, as she intended to do for the rest of her stay here. After all, her intuition had already steered her wrong about taking this job. She wasn’t letting it in on any more decision making.
    And she certainly wasn’t about to let it spark her imagination. That would only result in her becoming too curious about this man and his adorable children and asking some very inappropriate questions. Like what kind of woman would leave such wonderful kids and such a handsome, courteous husband?
    Unless Mac had only been putting on a good front for her?
    Because he had custody of his kids she automatically assumed he was a good man.
    But what if he wasn’t?
    What if he had his kids because he was an overbearing rich guy who threw his weight around to get everything he wanted?
    What if she was about to spend the next several weeks living with another man like Sam?

CHAPTER THREE
    A FTER lunch, Mac took the kids out on his yacht for the afternoon. Standing in the kitchen in front of the French doors, Ellie watched the boat pull away from the dock, grateful for a few minutes to herself.
    She had silenced her concerns that Mac might be like Sam by reminding herself of two things. First, she didn’t know Mac. She shouldn’t jump to conclusions. And second, Mac genuinely seemed to like his kids, to like spending time with them. So what if he’d nudged her out of lunch and really wasn’t letting her be the nanny? He might have done it unconsciously. She had no idea how long he’d been without a maid and nanny. But it could have been long enough that caring for his kids was now second nature. And if Ellie didn’t soon stop acting like a high-strung spinster, suspicious of every man she met, she’d lose this job, and Cain and Liz would be the ones to suffer.
    Her cell phone rang. She looked down and saw Ava’s number in caller ID.
    â€œHey.”
    â€œHey! I’m at the gate. Now what?”
    Ellie glanced around. Not only did she not know how to open the gate, but Mac wasn’t here to show her. She couldn’t even attempt to please this privileged family on her limited knowledge of cooking. She had to get thatcookbook. “I don’t know. I don’t know how to open the gate and I can’t ask Mac because he just took the kids out on his boat.”
    â€œWell, all I have is the cookbook. Why don’t you come to me and I’ll pass it through the gate to you?”
    Ellie sighed with relief. “Good idea.”
    Feeling like a criminal, she snuck out the front door of the echoing mansion, raced down the front yard and reached through the gate bars to get the cookbook from Ava.
    â€œThanks.”
    Cain Nestor’s fifty-five-year-old assistant peered over her black frame glasses at Ellie. “Tell me I’ll be able to get through the gate tonight when we have to debrief about Happy Maids.”
    â€œYou will. I swear,” Ellie said, walking backward up the grassy front yard to return to the house.
    â€œGood. I’ll see you tonight,” Ava called, but Ellie was already running