The Nanny's Double Trouble by Christine Rimmer

Author:Christine Rimmer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-01-31T16:36:17+00:00

Chapter Seven

Grace arrived on Friday at ten in the morning.

She burst into the kitchen where Keely had the kids in their high chairs for a morning snack.

“Munchkins, I am home!” Cheeks pink and white-blond hair windblown, Grace dropped her giant shoulder bag and overstuffed pack to the floor.

The twins beat on their tray tables in glee at the sight of her. “Gwace! Gwace! Kiss, kiss!”

She went to them for hugs and sticky kisses. Then she turned to Keely. “Oh, look! It’s my favorite nanny.” She whipped Keely’s sketchbook and colored pencil right out of her hands and plunked them on the table.

“Hey!” Keely laughed in protest. But Grace only pulled her out of her chair and waltzed her once around the kitchen, not letting her go until they were back at Keely’s chair again.

“God. I’m starved,” Grace announced as she knelt to give Maisey a good scratch and a hug.

Keely picked up her sketchbook and pencil and reclaimed her seat at the table. “You want breakfast?”

“Had that, thanks.”

“There’s tuna salad in the fridge.”

“Dave’s Killer Bread?”

“Got that, too.”

“I love you, Keely. You have all the right answers to the most important questions.” Grace got busy gathering what she needed for a fat tuna sandwich, including Tillamook cheddar slices, tomatoes, lettuce and dill pickles. “Old Stone Face at work?”

“Yep.”

“How you holding up watching the little darlings day after day?”

“So far, spectacular.”

Grace popped a hunk of pickle into her mouth. “I can’t believe you’re still here, that you’ve yet to run screaming into the night.”

Keely chuckled as she added shading to the mountains in the background of the wide, green field she was sketching, the artist in her hard at work planning how she might create a similar, but more striking effect with fabric and thread. “What can I tell you? I have zero complaints—how’s school?”

Grace launched into a monologue about the co-op she lived in, how much she loved studying Shakespeare’s relevance to the modern world and how the guy she’d met last Saturday might be driving up to party with her and her friends this weekend.

By the time she finished her sandwich, scooped up her stuff and disappeared into her room, the kids were getting restless in their high chairs. Keely wiped their gooey hands and faces, and took them and Maisey outside for a while.

When she came back in, Grace had emerged from her room. She offered to watch the kids. Keely took her up on it. Promising to return by two, she grabbed her purse and headed out to check in with Amanda at Sand & Sea.

She left the gallery at one and swung by Gretchen’s. Keely’s aunt was baking like a madwoman in preparation for the family get-together Sunday. Ingrid was nowhere in sight.

Gretchen waved a flour-dusted hand. “She’s off at that bar. Have you been by there?”

“No. I keep meaning to stop in.”

“Well, go anytime. Your mother will be there. Not that I’m complaining. We get along best, your mom and me, if we’re not around

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