The Forgotten Child, Lorhainne Eckhart [bearly read books txt] 📗

himself. “The name’s Brad Friessen.” Emily kept quiet. He didn’t run on with his words. He must be a deep thinker, a doer. She could relate to that…but not to him. Her sly eyes glanced down at his left hand: no gold band, no white line, no wife or significant other. Or maybe he was one of those arrogant guys who wouldn’t wear a ring—a lady’s man. He had the looks and the attitude. Now was the time to ask about the woman who'd answered the phone when she called. Who was she?

“This is a working ranch I run, and I need a woman to look after my son. I’m old fashioned in my values. Children should be at home, not stuck in daycare. I’m looking for someone who’s comfortable in a kitchen and looking after children; a role that should come natural to a woman. I don’t want someone who’s got the phone stuck to their ear half the day. It’s a decent job and good pay; $500 a week, room and board, and includes all your meals.”

Her heart sank about the same time the bottom dropped out of her stomach. It was too good to be true. She wanted to cry. “But I… I have a little girl, I didn’t realize...”

His face hardened and he looked away. For some reason he was angry with her… no, furious. Emily didn’t know what to say when he let out a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes, rubbing his hand over the light brown shadow that appeared over his jaw. Then he faced her again, with those deep brown eyes now turned to steel. Emily saw that he could be a hard man.

“What, not enough money for you? I can’t stand the games you women play.” He lowered his voice. But it didn’t take the bite from his words. Holy crap, what kind of trip was this guy on? Was it just her he had a problem with…or all women? “Mr. Friessen…”

“Brad,” he cut her off, his palm held up flat, a man used to having his way.

“Sorry… Brad. It’s not about money. Your offer is quite generous. It’s just… I have a little girl, and the thing is, I guess I just assumed I would come here to work during the day and then go home. I rent a place in town. I’m recently separated, almost, and Katy lives with me. She’s two, so I’d be bringing her with me during the day to work and...” She was babbling and knew it when he cut her off.

“I need someone to be here all day. And there’s the matter of the cooking. It’s all three meals, and breakfast’s early.”

“Brad, I’m a little confused: Are you still offering me a job, knowing I have a child who’ll be here with me?”

He leaned back looking much more relaxed than he had earlier, a man once more in control; his hand tapped the back of the sofa.

“There’s room in this house; lots of unused bedrooms upstairs. This is a big job. You’d be required to look after my son and do all the cooking. I have two hired hands who eat here, well, sometimes. They live in a small house I have on the property behind the barn. I have a woman who comes in twice a week to clean; so you’d only need to keep up the house in between. Still interested?”

Emily slid forward and raised her palms, only to press them onto her knees. “Yes, I’m interested. Are you offering me the job? I mean; you haven’t even asked about my experience, references or if I’ve had a criminal record check.” Emily fumbled for the envelope and pulled out the sheet of handwritten references.

“I’d need you to start right away.” He uncrossed his legs and reached for the paper, dropping his gaze to scan her list of names. Seconds later he peered up at her.

“Can you cook?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a criminal?”

“No, unless you count a speeding ticket I got two years ago.”

“Only one?” The tension that drove this meeting just a few moments ago had changed. The lighthearted teasing burst the bubble of worry building inside Emily’s tummy. She breathed easier, anticipating that maybe there was something really good just around the corner.

“I’d need to be assured my son would take priority. If you’re bringing your daughter, will you be able to do the cooking and still look after him, and not ignore him?”

“I wouldn’t neglect your son, but I won’t neglect my daughter either. I can look after both easily. I’m a mother. It’s what I do.” Emily swirled her hand in the air.

He was quiet again. For the life of her, she couldn’t read his expression. What was he thinking?

“Could you start tomorrow?”

Her ears were ringing. And she wondered if she’d heard him right. “Well yes, that’d be fine. But I can’t move us that quickly. I have a whole house to pack up.”

“How about coming for the day until we can work out the rest of the details? Then you can get comfortable with Trevor, and he with you, until you're able to move here.”

“All right, tomorrow I’ll come with Katy. Is about eight-thirty okay?”

“Sounds good.”

This was too easy. Brad slapped his hands on his knees, stood, and, magically, he appeared even taller; like an enormous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He hovered over her. Emily glanced at her purse and gave an extra tug on the zipper to make sure it was closed before slipping it over her shoulder. She held tight as she stood before this sizeable man.

“I have a good feeling about this Emily. There’s something about you. I think this arrangement will work for both of us. I love my boy and only want the best for him.”

He escorted her to the door. “Tomorrow then, Brad. And thank you for the job.”

She bumped his hand when she awkwardly turned to shake it. Lord, she truly was a klutz today. She cursed her lack of self-esteem, which, at times, kept her from being fit for polite society. And making it worse; he grabbed her by the shoulders, before she could knock something over, and guided her through the door. Her face heated, again bright red. She tried to duck her head but as she stood outside the door, she was forced to face him when he held open the white screen door—which she was sure was from the 1930’s.

He looked over her head, obviously sensing her discomfort, shoved his hand in his pocket and leaned his other arm on top of the screen door. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned, well-sculpted forearms. Before she could turn away, he pulled his hand from his pocket and extended it.

She placed her hand in his and he squeezed, not too tight, but a nice, friendly handshake to seal the deal. “Drive safely, Emily. Let me know when you can make arrangements on your end to move, I’ll send my men to help.”

“Wow, thank you.” She was sweating again, and then remembered the woman who’d answered the phone when she’d called. Better to ask now so she didn’t worry and wonder all night because she didn’t ask. “What about Trevor’s mother, was that who answered the phone?” A dark shadow cast over and hardened his good-looking face to one harboring something dark filled with nothing pleasant. There’s a problem. His cheek twitched.

“No. That was Mary Haske, my neighbor who helps me out.” A sharp bite filled his tone, nothing nice and friendly now. “You’ll meet her. She’s an old family friend I’ve known since I was a kid. Trevor’s mother doesn’t live here or see Trevor.”

The way the man held back his fury, she sensed she’d just peeled away a well crusted-over scab; put there by a woman who’d broken his heart and done something this man hated her for. Don’t piss him off. Yeah, she heard the warning. She knew some people didn’t forgive; they held onto the hate, letting it become a monkey on their back.

Emily swallowed hard, and then backed away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”