Shirley Jump

Winning The Nanny's Heart


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      Adding Up To Family

      Figures, not families, were her forte. Yet somehow CPA Katie Williams found herself accepting single dad Sam Millwright’s desperate job offer to help care for his two young children. She took the job...temporarily. Because losing her heart to this love-starved family was definitely off the books.

      Sam knew Katie was different from her first day on the job. In just a short while, the new nanny had coaxed a smile from his sullen daughter and got his silent son to speak. And she awakened a part of the widower’s heart he’d long since locked away. Still, Katie planned to leave—and Sam knew if he stood any chance of convincing her to stay, he had to show the temporary nanny that they could have a permanent future...together!

      “Would you consider...being the nanny?”

      “I don’t have much experience,” Katie said.

      “I’ve got some flexibility in my schedule, and the kids are gone half the day at school, so it won’t be much time. I know they can be...overwhelming sometimes. Especially when they’re armed with finger paint and a hose.” He grinned.

      Sam’s smile was a little lopsided, with a slight dimple in his left cheek. She liked his smile. Liked it a lot. Wouldn’t mind seeing it more often. And if he was going to be around to help with the kids... Was she seriously considering this job?

      Her gaze traveled again to Libby, then to Henry, dwarfed by an oversize chair in the living room.

      A feeling tugged at something deep inside of Katie, something she hadn’t even been sure existed until she’d walked into this house and met these children. This man.

      “Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.”

      * * *

      The Barlow Brothers: Nothing tames a Southern man faster… than true love!

      Winning the Nanny’s Heart

      Shirley Jump

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      New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author SHIRLEY JUMP spends her days writing romance so she can avoid the towering stack of dirty dishes, eat copious amounts of chocolate and reward herself with trips to the mall. Visit her website at www.shirleyjump.com for author news and a booklist, and follow her at Facebook.com/shirleyjump.author for giveaways and deep discussions about important things like chocolate and shoes.

      To my awesome, supersmart editor Susan Litman, who has made every one of The Barlow Brothers books better and stronger.

      Working with her has been an honor and a pleasure.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      The first time Katie Williams ran away from home, she was eight years old.

      She packed her Barbie backpack with a clean T-shirt, a handful of granola bars and three stuffed animals (because she couldn’t possibly choose between Rabbit, Harvey and Willard), then set out into the world. Well, not the world, really, just the end of Seventh Street, where the alley met the back of the park. She’d settled into the dark, tight space under the stairs for the slide, and told herself she wasn’t scared.

      Her brother, Colton, found her an hour later, hungry and weepy and cold. “I was gonna make pancakes for breakfast tomorrow, Piglet,” he’d said, as if it were just another ordinary Tuesday. “And nobody wants to miss out on pancakes.” He wrapped her in the thick fleeced comfort of his sweatshirt, then carried her home piggyback. While he walked, his back hunched under her weight, he told her a story about a brave princess who lived in a castle high on a hill, with an ogre for a friend. Colton had carried her straight to her room, deposited Katie in her squeaky twin bed and bundled her under the thin blankets. He paused, then let out a sigh.

      She did it again, Colton had said.

      It wasn’t even a question. Katie nodded, afraid to say the words out loud. To tell her brother how their mother had lashed out at Katie again, for a sin no more egregious than asking if there was anything for supper. In those days, their mother drank more than she ate, and for whatever reason, had taken her anger out on Katie more than Colton.

      Colton