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The front of Joe’s
white T-shirt was wet, Mitchell must have splashed him, and the
fabric clung to his strongly defined pecs. The water made the
fabric almost transparent and she could see his dark chest hair
through it.
    Joe was
barefoot and she glanced down at his large, well-formed feet, with
long, even toes. She’d read somewhere you could judge the size of a
man’s equipment by the size of his feet. In Joe Martin’s
case...
    Quickly she shifted her gaze to his face,
fighting the flush that warmed her cheeks. His jaw was shadowed
with a day’s growth; he must be a twice-a-day shave man. Virile.
Loads of testosterone.
    She swallowed hard at the nervous lump that
rose in her throat. Please let him think her blush was caused by
the steaminess of the bathroom. Not by her growing awareness of him
as a male.
    She kneeled
down by the side of the bath and reached over to Mitchell to hug
him as best she could, not caring if her jacket got wet.
    She found
Joe Martin more attractive by the minute. She could fight those
feelings but she couldn’t deny them. He was the most physically
exciting man she’d ever been this close to. But she had to keep her
thoughts on track. Was he really up to the responsibility of
looking after her child?
     
    J oe shifted so he could see
Allison’s face. He was struck by how tired she looked. Her face was
pale and there were shadows beneath her green eyes. Wisps of light
blond hair had straggled free from their clips and fell around her
face. She had a smear of ink at the side of her chin.
    He resisted the urge to pick up Mitchell’s
wet washcloth and wipe the ink away. Imagine what the boss lady’s
reaction would be if he tried.
    Allison pulled away from Mitchell, who went
on happily submerging his boat and then letting it shoot back up to
the surface. Joe hadn’t realized Allison was so tall. When she
stood up, she almost reached his eye level. The steamy atmosphere
of the bathroom had brought a flush to her cheeks.
    “Everything go okay today?” she asked.
    “Fine,” he replied. “Mitchell enjoyed
getting together with his little buddies at playgroup. He had lunch
when he got home and then a nap. Just like on your schedule.”
    “ I wondered
if you’d followed it.”
    “It’s my job to follow parents’
instructions.”
    What did she think he was? Not a “proper”
nanny, that was for sure. He could understand why people were wary
of male carers. You heard terrible things about some men left in
charge of children. It made him sick to even think about it. He
would personally strangle anyone he caught interfering with the
innocence of a child.
    But why did some women find it so hard to
admit that a responsible man like himself could look after young
children? No one had ever questioned his ability to care for the
twenty-plus seven-year-olds in his classroom.
    “Thanks for following the schedule,” Allison
said, a little stiffly. “Mitchell’s had a few changes of carer
lately, and I think it helps if he sticks to a routine.”
    She looked
so hot in that suit. Tailored as it was, it couldn’t disguise the
lush curves of her body. Especially to someone who’d seen them
covered by so little. That see-through robe she’d answered the door
in lingered in his memory. He could feel a tightening of his jeans.
He looked away. Eyes off the
boss lady.
    “If you want to get changed, Mrs. Bradley,
I’ll dry Mitchell off and get him into his PJs.”
    “Please call me Allison. Mrs. Bradley makes
me seem so...so old.”
    “Hardly.”
    Allison looked down at Mitchell, a doting
smile warming her face. She could pose for one of those
Madonna-and-Child-type paintings—but with that ripe body and
sensual mouth she didn’t look in the slightest bit virginal.
    Suddenly it
was important for him to know her age. “So how old were you when
you had Mitchell?”
    She looked surprised by the question.
“Thirty,” she said. “Which makes me thirty-two now.” She pulled a
wry face. “And