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didn’t seem to faze her. “I told you that I would come as soon as possible, and I did.”
    â€œI had a conference call at 8:00 a.m. this morning that I had to reschedule because you weren’t here.”
    He expected that she would apologize or show some sign of remorse. Instead she surprised him by asking, “Why on earth would you schedule a conference call so early on the first morning of your vacation?”
    â€œI told you that I would be conducting business from here,” he reminded her. “And your job is to take care of my daughter so that I can focus on doing so.”
    â€œA job I’m looking forward to,” she assured him.
    â€œI appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said. “I would expect that someone who spends ten months out of the year with kids would want a break.”
    â€œSpending the summer with a four-year-old is a welcome break from senior advanced English and history,” she told him.
    Senior English and history? The implications of her statement left him momentarily speechless. “You’re a high school teacher?” he finally said.
    Now it was her turn to frown. “I thought you knew that.”
    He shook his head. “Phillip said you would be perfect forthe job because you were a teacher—I assumed he meant elementary school.”
    â€œWell, you assumed wrong.” She shrugged, the casual gesture drawing his attention to the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her T-shirt and very nearly making him forget the reason for his concern.
    â€œSo what kind of experience do you have with preschool children, Miss Castillo?” he asked, forcing his gaze back to her face.
    â€œOther than the fact that I was one?” she asked lightly.
    â€œOther than that,” he agreed.
    â€œNone,” she admitted.
    â€œNone?” Dios! How could this have happened? He was the consummate planner. He scheduled appointment reminders in his BlackBerry; he took detailed notes at every meeting; he checked and double-checked all correspondence before he signed anything. And yet he’d somehow managed to hire a nanny who knew absolutely nothing about being a nanny.
    â€œWell, my friend Karen has a couple of kids, and I’ve spent a lot of time with them,” Hannah continued.
    He shook his head, trying to find solace in the fact that their agreement was for only two months, but he was beginning to question why he’d been in such a hurry to replace Brigitte. Had he been thinking of Riley—or had he been more concerned about maintaining the status quo in his own life? Or maybe he’d been spellbound by Miss Castillo’s sparkling eyes and warm smile. Regardless of his reasons, he knew it wasn’t her fault that he’d hired her on the basis of some mistaken assumptions. But if she was going to spend the summer with Riley, she had a lot to learn—and fast.
    â€œYou’ll need this,” he said, passing a sheaf of papers across the desk.
    In the transfer of the pages, her fingers brushed against his. It was a brief and incidental contact, but he felt the joltsizzle in his veins. Her gaze shot to meet his, and the widening of her eyes confirmed that she’d felt it, too. That undeniable tug of a distinctly sexual attraction.
    As he looked into her eyes, he realized he’d made another mistake in thinking that they were blue—they were actually more gray than blue, the color of the sky before a storm, and just as mesmerizing.
    Then she glanced away, down at the papers he’d given to her, and he wondered if maybe he’d imagined both her reaction and his own.
    â€œWhat is this?” she asked him.
    â€œIt’s Riley’s schedule.”
    She looked back at him, then at the papers again. “You’re kidding.”
    â€œA child needs consistency,” he said firmly, because it was something Brigitte had always insisted upon, and he usually deferred to the nanny with respect to