A Prince Of A Guy

High-level stress.

“Come home with us now,” Melissa demanded, cupping his face in her little hands, forcing him to stop looking at Carly and to look directly at her. “I want you to be with us.”

“I can’t. I have work.” Work was good. Work was great. Work was what he wanted.

Carly smiled apologetically. The neat woman from her interview yesterday was gone. Her hair looked ravaged. Her clothes were wrinkled. And she seemed to be wearing a good part of Melissa’s lunch. But most curious, was her barely subdued sense of…panic?

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” Carly looked embarrassed. “We had a long day and-”

“We burned the toast,” Melissa announced, helping herself to the jar of chocolate kisses on his desk.

“Breakfast,” Carly murmured. “Didn’t come out too good.”

“Neither did lunch,” Melissa added.

“We didn’t burn it, at least.” Carly gave a tight smile. “The cake collapsed, that’s all.”

“Yep. Calaps,” Melissa told him, pleased to be in the know. “But don’t worry, we had clean-up time. And then we made play dough from itch.”

“Scratch,” Carly corrected.

“Scratch. It stuck to the pot. Set off the fire alarm.” Melissa sent Sean a chocolately smile. “Mrs. T called the fire department, and two big trucks came! So then we drove here.” She grinned and spread chocolate on some of his papers. “Carly said we could.”

“Quite the day,” Sean murmured to Carly, who bit her lower lip and pressed her thick-rimmed glasses to her face.

“Yes,” she agreed. “It’s been a long one.”

He might have commented further but caught sight of Melissa climbing on his desk. “Try to keep those chocolate fingers off the plans, okay?”

“Okay!” But she had to lean over them to grab more of the kisses, which meant at least two more handprints.

Sean gritted his teeth and rolled the plans up.

“I hope you don’t mind us showing up,” Carly said as Nikki came into the room to offer drinks. “But…”

But she was exhausted, that was clear. Sean took pity, because he knew better than anyone the kind of exhaustion Melissa could provoke. He’d been living it for days before Carly had showed up to save his life.

But he did have to wonder at his supposedly experienced nanny. She had a resume and references he had checked out, yet she wasn’t acting so experienced.

Still there were those huge blue eyes of hers, magnified by those glasses. “It’s okay,” he heard himself saying. “I don’t mind visitors.”

Nikki stopped short of opening a soda and gaped at him. “Since when?”

“I could use a break,” he said raising his eyebrows in such a way as to tell his nosy assistant he was trying to spare Carly’s feelings.

“You hate breaks,” Nikki said.

At Sean’s glare, she rolled her eyes and vanished.

“Sean? You sure?” asked Carly.

No, he wasn’t sure at all, but she looked so…desperate. And that little doubt came back, just a little niggle of it, but it was enough to disturb him.

Who was she, really?

Very uneasy that maybe she hadn’t been completely honest with him, he took a big mental step back. His ex hadn’t been honest, and that had nearly destroyed him. Now he had Melissa to think about, though what else could he do? He had very carefully and thoroughly checked Carly’s references.

It had to be his attraction to her that bothered him.

“Uh-oh,” Melissa said suddenly from the corner. She’d punched too many buttons on the fax machine, and paper started spitting out of it.

While he and Carly went closer, Melissa backed away. She fed Sean’s discarded sandwich to the computer through its disk drive.

It started to smoke.

The fire alarm went off.

“Not again!” cried Melissa, covering her ears.

“Dammit!” Sean roared brilliantly.

Nikki came racing in, took one look at the disaster zone and brought her hands to her mouth to cover her shocked laugh.

“I can fix it,” Carly assured them, fanning air in front of the smoke detector until it stopped. Then she bent to the disk drive, which was making a funny noise.

Melissa’s bottom lip continued to quiver. Then she opened her mouth and let out a sharp, earsplitting wail.

Sean struggled with his temper, overcome with the urge to strangle his sister for putting him in this position in the first place. Melissa belonged with her mother, not with him.

And then there was his nanny, who at this very moment was bent over his computer, glasses slipping down her nose, her huge sweater nearly falling off her creamy shoulders as she worked on his computer.

What kind of a nanny knew how to fix computer hardware? And why was he fighting a very male, very base urge to lean close and suck on that shoulder?

He took a deep, dragging breath and looked at Melissa, who was still crying. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

Eyes full, she blinked at him. A hiccup racked her belly.

“I’m really sorry,” he added.

She studied him, then lifted her arms. “Hug.”

“Melissa-” But she was already crawling up his body, forcing him to do as she’d demanded and hug her. In his arms, she felt little and defenseless. Sweet.

And he’d scared her.

He felt about two inches tall.

“Love you, Uncle Sean,” she whispered, yawning widely, setting her head on his shoulder.

Sean’s throat tightened. “Love you, too.” Make that one inch tall.

But then Melissa lifted her head, clutched her stomach, turned a distinct shade of green and said, “Uh- oh.”

“Uh-oh?”

“I don’t feel good.”

“Oh, dear.” Carly looked over at them. “How many chocolates did you eat?”

“All of them.” And then threw up all over him.

4

THAT NIGHT, Carlyne locked her bedroom door and sank to her bed with a grateful whimper before so much as removing her shoes.

She needed to take off the heavy, itchy wig, remove her colored contacts and strip down before she fell asleep, but she could hardly move.

Despite her utter failure today, despite her exhaustion, she felt…happy. The work was harder than anything she’d ever done, yet it exhilarated her to be stretching herself. Trying at something.

Baffled at that, and more than a little confused about why she wanted to work like this when she didn’t have to, she rolled over and dove through her bag for her cell phone, which she’d turned off when Sean had hired her. She turned it on. It was late, but that was her fault. She’d let Melissa sample the homemade play dough that morning and then a million or so chocolate kisses at Sean’s office. Was it any wonder the poor child had gotten sick all over him?