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was probably reading more into that than actually existed, and began to wander around to look at everything close-up, thankful that she wasn’t going to be living somewhere awful and loving the place so much she wanted to hug him.
    Another unwarranted thought. And urge.
    No playing with him, no hugging him, she warned herself.
    He showed her the bathroom and the closet, then gave her a tour of the kitchen—reminding her that he was hoping that rather than use it too much she would be eating in the house with Tia, Hadley and himself.
    “You could have just not put in a kitchen—that would have made eating with you guys a necessity,” she pointed out.
    “Not my style.”
    There was something sexy in the way he said that that made her wonder what his style was.
    But thinking of Logan McKendrick as sexy was another item on Meg’s List Of Don’ts. She instantly added wondering what his style was to that same list.
    “So, satisfy some curiosity for me, will you?” he asked then, interrupting her internal struggle to keep her mind on the straight and narrow.
    “Sure,” she agreed.
    “With all your degrees and a big-deal job in Denver, how is it that you’re signing on to be Tia’s nanny?”
    It was a logical question that she’d been expecting. That she had a ready answer for that didn’t reveal too much.
    “At Children’s Hospital I see kids with all kinds of problems that are so much bigger than finding Grilla in the packing boxes or making sure everyone says good night, moon. I want to help them. I like helping them. But it’s been a pretty steady dose of nothing but that for a while now and I just thought that I needed a little of the lighter side of kids for a change to recharge my battery.”
    He was watching her while she recited that. Studying her. And she could see in his handsome face that he wasn’t completely buying it. But it was true. It just wasn’t the whole story and she wasn’t willing to tell him the rest. That would have to satisfy him.
    And rather than saying any more, she countered with a question of her own.
    “What about you? I don’t know a lot about Mackey and McKendrick Furniture Designs but my sister, Kate, sends me the local newspaper and I did see an article—one of those Northbridge-boys-make-good things. I thought you’d built your business and your whole life in New York and Connecticut, but here you are.”
    He shrugged those broad shoulders. “It’s a return to our roots,” he said, giving her the sense that he was holding back, too. Quite a bit, if she were to make a guess.
    But he hadn’t pushed her so she didn’t push him.
    And as if they’d come to that by some kind of silent agreement, he nodded then, and said, “I’ll leave and let you get started unpacking.”
    He headed for the door and Meg went with him, taking in the full and fabulous view of him from behind. His T-shirt outlined every muscle and his jeans molded a rear end that her hands inexplicably itched to cup.
    “By the way,” he said when he reached the door and was halfway across the threshold, turning around to look at her again. “If you want to bring Tia up here and spend tomorrow settling in, you can hold off a day or two before you get to her room. She’s not really suffering the loss of Grilla, she’s just peeved that she doesn’t have him, so waiting a little longer isn’t going to make any difference, and you might as well get comfortable before you dig into her stuff.”
    “That would be good. And are you really okay if I use visiting you while you work as a reward?”
    “Sure. You’ll see when you come out to the barn that the showroom is what you go into first—the workroom is behind it. Just holler to let me know you’re there and I’ll come out so Tia doesn’t get near anything dangerous. But you can come anytime—feel free.”
    He made that sound like an invitation to her, not just as permission to bring Tia. But that probably wasn’t what he’d intended. They were