The Forgotten Child (3 page)

“
I’m Emily Nelson. I called about the job in the paper, we spoke…” The telephone rang. He turned and walked away.

He abandoned her inside the doorway as if she was a woman of no importance and hurried in the direction of the ringing phone. Unsure of what to do, Emily shuffled from one foot to the other, this time looping her cursed bulky purse over her shoulder. He shouted from around the corner, “Come in, have a seat. Sorry, I need to take this.”

Emily wiped her boots on the mat before stepping onto the light hardwood floor and closed the door behind her. The wide entryway was filled with a large gold plated encrusted mirror, something a woman who liked the finer things would have insisted upon. She caught her perky image in the entryway mirror along with white spots, which were most likely Katy’s milk, on the lapel of her tired old coat. Her plain mousy long hair was pulled back in her usual ponytail. She was by no means gorgeous but her friends labeled her cute, like a shorter, brown-haired Meg Ryan. She brushed at the milk stain again, gave up, stepped past the mirror and went around the corner, which opened into a large living room done up in earth tones with a rock face fireplace on the east wall. The furnishings were exquisite, dark brown leather, with a lot of wood, very masculine. But the hint of a feminine touch was everywhere, in the framed artwork, carvings, floral rug and designer cushions, all coordinated and tastefully arranged. Guided by the rumble of his voice, she crossed through the living room and faced a large oval archway which opened into a square country kitchen. In the middle sat a solid oak table, surrounded by ten wooden straight back chairs, enough to sit and feed a large family. And there he was, striding back and forth, with the phone pressed to his ear. He didn’t glance up. Instead turned his back. His scuffed black cowboy boots squeaked on the worn wood floor. Emily gazed at her ruggedly handsome potential employer who arrogantly oozed deep alpha male, a man with priorities, self-confidence and rude.
Give him a break, maybe he’s just busy.

He hung up the phone and let out a hard sigh before turning to face Emily. He had his hands on his hips, and then gestured one toward her as he stalked in the room. “Let’s sit in the living room here.”

Emily darted a glance at the clutter free, extremely neat living room behind her. The plump, green cushions on each end of the high amber sofa, added to the warm pleasant vibes bouncing off the art laden walls. All the oil paintings had a western motif:lone cowboys, horses and western murals. Beside the sofa, but under the large picture window, was a solid oak toy box filled with toys neatly put away.

As Emily walked past the large flat screen TV on her way to the three-seat sofa, she noted the clutter free end tables; nothing valuable was within a child’s reach. A homemade brown and orange afghan was carelessly tossed over the back of the couch. It was pure instinct for Emily to fold it and lay it over the back of the couch. She turned and allowed the back of her legs to touch the sofa, but she didn’t sit.

“
Please sit down Emily.” He extended out the flat of his hand, very much in control. “Ah, thank you.” She perched on the edge of the soft leather seat across from a man who was too damn good to look at—a man obviously comfortable in his own skin.

Hardness set his jaw as he studied her. The tick of the wall clock seemed to echo in the silence and Emily squirmed in her seat.
Why was he looking at her like that?
Maybe it was her outrageous entrance and he was wondering what kind of kook she was,whether he could entrust her with his child. Yes, that had to be it.

She swallowed hard. “I’m Emily Nelson; I talked to you yesterday on the phone about the job.”

He blinked before closing those exquisite eyes as if he’d forgotten the reason she was here. When he opened them again, his hard judgmental expression seemed to have softened a bit.

He extended his large hand, taking hers in a firm grip. Just the touch of his solid calloused hand and the secure squeeze was enough to teeter her nerves back to that awkward woman at the door. She wondered what it would be like to have a man like this run his hands over you. She snatched her hand back before her face burned any brighter. “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 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 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. “I have a little girl, I didn’t realize...”

His face hardened and he looked away. He was angry with her … no, furious. She 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. He faced her again with those deep brown eyes now turned to steel. 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. 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’ve a child who’ll be here with me?

He leaned back looking much more relaxed than he had earlier, a man back 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 hand written 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. He peered up at her seconds later.

“
Can you cook?”

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Yes.”

“
Are you a criminal?”

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

“
Only one?” The tension that drove this meeting a few moments ago changed. The lighthearted teasing burst the bubble of worry building inside her 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, at least then you can get comfortable with Trevor, and he you, until you 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 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—a replica she was sure was from the 1930’s.

He looked over her head, obviously sensing her discomfort, and 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; 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.
Yah, she heard the warning. She knew some people didn’t forgive; they held onto the hate, letting it become a monkey on their back.

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

Chapter Four

Her hands wrapped around the steering wheel, driving alone became a mini-holiday, one she rarely enjoyed. It gave her time to think, evaluate her life, dream big and put plans in place. That’s just what she did now after the unusual interview. “I’ll give notice to the landlord, pack after the Katy’s in bed, could maybe be ready by the weekend. Yah, this will be easy.” In some ways, this change would be a relief.

Gina must have been glued to the window when Emily pulled into the driveway. Before Emily could turn off the ignition, she’d ripped open the door and bounced outside with Katy perched on her hip.

Her little blonde princess clapped and squealed with glee, holding her arms out for her mama. The rusted hinges on the van door squeaked when Emily gave it a shove, just as Katy landed in her arms. Emily inhaled her baby soft scent and held her tight, kissing her over and over on her plump round cheeks. “I’ve got the job, baby girl and we start tomorrow.”

“
Yeah! Oh, I knew you could do it.” Gina punched her lean arms in the air before pulling her and Katy into a hug. “It’s freezing out here, come on. So tell me everything, details, details. Who you’re working for?” Gina clapped her hands to hurry Emily inside.

Emily left her coat and shoes on as she carried Katy into the darkened living room, where her worn out brilliant green couch had seen better days. She dropped into her Scottish plaid glider rocker and let out a sigh, a contented sound, like every burden inside was gone. She put Katy down on the ugly beige carpet where she toddled off to pick up her dolly with blue ink stains streaked across its plastic face. Emily watched as she plopped the doll into the doll-sized stroller parked by the fireplace and began to push her around the living room. “We need to move to his ranch.”