Undercover Nanny. Wendy Warren

a parental role, which made D.J. wonder if she should amend her estimation of Terry. D.J. had been like that, too, as a kid. She’d figured out early on that she’d have to rely on herself. Did Anabel feel the same? D.J. made a mental note to get more concrete information about Max’s cousin as soon as she could.

      Max interrupted her thoughts. “Now that Livie’s got a new swimsuit, when we come out, we can get one for you.”

      It took D.J. a moment to realize he was addressing her and not Anabel. “Oh, you know, about that—”

      James squealed as Max dipped him toward the ground. This time D.J. was sure it was James. She’d realized she could distinguish between the twins if she remembered that James’s hair was curlier.

      Max swung the little boy like a pendulum, making him chortle. D.J. grinned. For a flash, she wondered what might have happened if she and Max had really truly met in a bar, no hidden agenda involved, with her in a red dress and him seeing her from twenty feet away and sending her a drink. On the house.

      “So, you’ll watch the girls while the fellas and I are taking care of business?”

      D.J. nodded. “Sure. I’ll be here.”

      Max gave her a lingering look that sent about a thousand butterflies swirling through her stomach. “I’m counting on it.”